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Ying Yue paused before looking at the man before her with a slightly absent-minded look. This was her husband, but she knew nothing about him. Even until now, she still doubted whether this marriage was right or wrong.

"Like I said, the past is all in the past. We chose to get married to start over." Gu Lin was very sincere. His gaze was gentle, firm, and persuasive, causing one to have no choice but to believe him.

Ying Yue really wanted to believe it, but she didn't know if she still had the ability to love.

After all, once bitten by a snake, they were always afraid of being bitten by a rope.

Perhaps it was not that she was afraid, but that she could not bear the injuries. Even though she was Ying Yue who could not be defeated, she was still a woman.

The night slowly and gently spread around the car. As their gazes met, Ying Yue saw that the street lamp outside the car had slowly turned into a blurry circle of light that completely hit Gu Lin's body. At that moment, she felt as if she was slowly beginning to see this man clearly.

Like, or maybe.

After Ying Yue sent Gu Lin back home, she still returned to her own apartment. That night, she completely lost sleep.

"Big sister Ying Yue." Little Zhang looked at Ying Yue's expression and asked with concern and gossip, "You …. You didn't sleep well last night. "

"Yes." Ying Yue replied flatly, "I've read through all of Wu Le Jun's original manuscripts. It seems that this girl called Li Xi has really sold a lot of her songs over the years."

"All of them?" Little Zhang could not believe it. She thought that a single moment yesterday was worth a thousand gold, but in the end she desperately tried to get Sanniang to hold up the lights to read at night.

"Sister Ying Yue, let me get you a cup of coffee." Little Zhang said like a dog.

"No need." Ying Yue took out her makeup mirror, added a little bit of makeup, and said, "Pack up, let's go out."

"Get out?" Little Zhang was a little confused. Even though Wu Le Jun's side had yet to receive the recording materials, it was still a little too early for them to go straight to the point.

"Right, let's go meet this big name arrogant broker." Ying Yue closed the mirror and said.

"But we're just holding onto these manuscripts and materials, there's no point in convincing anyone. Sister Ying Yue, I think we should wait for Wu Le Jun to get Li Xi's testimony before we act."

"It's useless." Ying Yue stood up, while picking up the documents on the table, "Since things have already come to this point, not only did Li Xi get a good fee, but she also got the money to keep her mouth shut. Wu Le jun might not even be able to see her face, the reason why I made her do that yesterday was to make her understand a reason."

As she spoke to here, Ying Yue stared at the number on her phone screen and stopped.

"What kind of logic is that?"

"In this world." Ying Yue continued to look at the number and said, "Don't trust anyone else, not even your parents."

After she finished speaking, Ying Yue answered the phone. She turned her back and coldly spat out, "Tomorrow, I will transfer the living expenses over."

Hang up immediately.

"Hurry up and prepare, this is going to be a tough battle." Ying Yue returned to her previous state.

"Oh." Unfortunately, Little Zhang's thoughts were still on the previous phone call. As he turned around, he was still thinking about who had called, and in the end, he bumped into Editor-in-Chief.

"Ouch." The editor exploded, "Little Zhang, what are you doing? Did you lose your soul?"

"Sorry, sorry editor, I just …"

"Alright, alright, alright." The editor pointed to Ying Yue and said, "Ying Yue, how is the case with Wu Le Jun? "Whether or not this manuscript will be distributed or not, I will tell you this. You must be careful and prudent in this case. Perhaps our magazine will end up in a lawsuit."

"Editor." Ying Yue gathered up all the materials and said, "Since this is a piece of scalding stinky tofu, I really can't do this job."

When the editor heard this, his face changed again: "Ying Yue, you are the pillar of our magazine, you said you can't do it, who else can I count on? Besides, although this matter is difficult, you must know, if we can solve this case, it won't just be on the front page, it will also set our magazine on fire, that is to say, you are going to be on fire too, right?"

"I'm on fire." Ying Yue nodded her head, before saying, "Editor-in-Chief, what you mean is, I'm not going to be angry anymore."

"That's not it..."

"Little Zhang, are you ready?"

"I'm ready, big sister Ying Yue."

Ying Yue skipped past the editor's line of sight and rushed out of the magazine with Little Zhang in tow. Behind her, she could hear the editor's earnest words of advice.

"Be careful on the road. I'll be waiting for the good news of your triumphant return."

In the Count's coffee shop, the soothing sound of the piano contrasted with the upcoming negotiations and confrontation.

Opposite Wu Le Jun and Ying Yue and Little Zhang, there was a big-name manager who was wearing a skintight suit and looked like a demon that could overpower many people. The fact that he was 28 years old also signified how perverted he was.

"Name a price," said Ying Yue as she glanced at the ingredients that she had prepared. From the sofa, a pungent smell of perfume wafted towards them, and her arrogant words were also whispered into their ears.

"Isn't it just money to do so many different things?" The manager glanced at Wu Le Jun contemptuously. "I have seen too many nameless singers like you. You all say you have to be born for music and live for music. At the end of the day, it's just a word, money."

After he finished speaking, he mocked Wu Le Jun with a disgusting tone. Wu Le Jun immediately got angry.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you straighten your tongue? That's my music. You used such a despicable method to copy it, yet now you still shamelessly talk about money with me. Do you think that everyone is like you?"

"What? I told you to name a random price, but you're asking for it?" The manager was arrogant again, "Do you think you can do anything to us just by pressing on this pair of waste paper? Let me tell you, that song was originally created by my artiste.

"You …"

"Miss Wu." Ying Yue, who had been silent all this time, finally opened her mouth, "Calm down. The more impatient and angry you are, the more pleased the bad guys will be with themselves."

After Wu Le Jun was stabilized by Little Zhang, Ying Yue casually placed her name card in front of her manager. "Hello, I am Ying Yue."

The manager looked at Ying Yue's name card without even looking at it, and said with an arrogant sneer, "I thought you were leaning on a big tree, but it turns out you're just a gossipy puppy, Ying Yue …"

When the manager saw her name, he rolled his eyes and said, "So you're Ying Yue."

Ying Yue was still calm and composed, "Yes, I am Ying Yue. Furthermore, I am the Chief Reporter who followed up on the incident of Miss Wu's plagiarism, we …"

"Tuo Ni, now you should believe me, right? This big tree is so hard to deal with and extremely shameless." An ear-piercing sound accompanied by the sound of high heels rang in Ying Yue's ears.

It wasn't that their enemy wasn't on good terms with each other.