Chapter 66
The whole world knew that Chairman Shen had a younger son who was in the entertainment industry.
And the vice president of the Shen Corporation, the president of Star Entertainment, was his own brother. The family’s backing was in various fields, which completely extinguished all the restless and uneasy thoughts.
Shen Wu knew that Shen Tianheng had always looked down on the entertainment industry, but he had not expected that, besides the rumor-mongers who twisted right and wrong, even the fans who made wild claims would get a serious reply from him.
[Father-in-law, look at me, look at me! Father-in-law!!! (screaming.jpg)]
@Shen Tianheng replied to the comment: Don’t just call me that. Even if I were, I’d be your father-in-law.
[Dad, dad, dad, my wife’s childhood photos are so cute. Can you post a few more? (starry eyes)]
@Shen Tianheng replied to the comment: Don’t just call me that. Who’s your wife?
As one of the parties being teased, Shen Wu didn’t mind at all and even found it amusing.
When he received a private message from Shen Tianheng, it was still in that commanding tone.
Shen Tianheng: Even if your mom and I are divorced, you’re still my son.
Shen Tianheng: No matter how busy you are, you can’t be busy every day, from morning to night. Don’t make excuses. You can always take a day off in a week to come home. Every time you come back, I’ll give you 0.02% of the shares.
Shen Tianheng: [Image]
The accompanying picture was a photo of a contract.
The black and white characters clearly stated: Party B (Shen Wu) will receive 0.02% of the Shen Corporation’s shares from Party A (Shen Tianheng) for every time he comes home, has a meal with Party A, and stays at home for more than six hours…
Shen Wu: “…”
Shen Wu: “?”
He was both speechless and amused. Shen Tianheng was still as firm as ever, but this time, he sensed a meaning that was different from before.
Putting aside all these messy contracts and agreements, looking at the essence through the phenomenon, Shen Tianheng just wanted him to come home and accompany him more often.
He couldn’t say what he wanted to say directly and had to make people angry.
The Shen Corporation was a listed company, and a large number of shares were scattered among other shareholders and retail investors. As the chairman, Shen Tianheng probably only had a little over 50% of the shares. The shares of him and Shen Ping combined did not exceed 75%.
Giving 0.02% at a time, if Shen Wu were to live at the Shen family all the time, he could get all of Shen Tianheng’s shares in seven years. But if he were to go home at the same frequency as before, he would have to accompany Shen Tianheng until the end of time, and Shen Tianheng would have to live to a hundred.
Thinking of this, Shen Wu raised his eyebrows and, regardless of whether Shen Tianheng would jump up in anger, nonchalantly typed out a few words.
SW: 0.02? Stingy.
Shen Tianheng: Otherwise, how do you think the Shen Corporation got to where it is today?
SW: Oh.
Shen Tianheng: Sign the contract next time you come back.
SW: (cat speechless.jpg)
Shen Tianheng: (cat angry.jpg)
Shen Wu: “…”
Why is Shen Tianheng stealing his emojis?
Two months later, July 29th was the last stop of Meng Huaizhi’s world tour.
This time, it was finally back in the capital city. The fans’ wishes were fulfilled, and the streets were deserted.
Shen Wu had a fourteen-day interval between each race. The season was more than halfway through, and he was currently ranked seventh. When summer came, he gave himself a small break, returned to the country to rest, and happened to go to Meng Huaizhi’s concert.
In the morning of that day, Meng Huaizhi went to the stadium early to prepare for the concert.
In the evening, the assistant picked up Shen Wu and took him to the stadium.
Then, led by Luo Jinyi, Shen Wu walked in the opposite direction of the long queue of fans at the entrance, entered the backstage from the back door, passed through the corridor, and came to Meng Huaizhi’s dressing room.
The current top-tier singer, Meng Huaizhi, of course, could not dominate the music scene with just a few gentle ballads. The catchy songs of different styles, as well as the explosive stage effects and performances, were the key to his entry into the hearts of countless music fans.
For example, him today.
His black hair was fixed to the back of his head with hairspray, with a faint glimmer of sequins and glitter. His eyebrows were slanted, and his eyelashes were thicker and denser than usual. It was unknown what was dotted at the corner of his eyes, but it was also sparkling, dangerous and charming.
But his eyes, which were staring at the mirror, were so cold, like an ancient well without ripples.
No matter what kind of dress, it could not erase the distance on him. This feeling of being as unattainable as the cold moon in the sky was especially fascinating to his fans.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the open door from a corner of the mirror. His gaze was fixed on Shen Wu, and the corner of his lips curled slightly as he called out, “Shen Wu.”
Besides Meng Huaizhi, there was also a blond and blue-eyed man in the dressing room who was eye-catching. The moment the latter saw Shen Wu, he immediately smiled and greeted him with excessive enthusiasm, “Hello Musee, I’m Mathew. Glad to meet you.”
Shen Wu understood his words but was taken aback for a moment, suspecting that he had mistaken him for someone else.
Just as he was thinking about how to resolve the current awkwardness without a trace, Matthew said again in not-so-fluent Chinese, “Hello, Shen Wu. I’m Matthew. Nice to meet you.”
Meng Huaizhi added a sentence, “He’s the music director of M+ Entertainment and also the music director of this world tour.”
Shen Wu nodded and then went to correct Matthew’s previous address, “I’m also very happy to meet you, but my English name is Shen, which is the surname of my Chinese name.”
Matthew smiled, his blue eyes curving into a line, “I know.”
Shen Wu frowned in confusion, “Then mu… Musee is?”
Matthew: “The nickname of Muse.”
Du Chen now understood it perfectly and could even easily translate for Matthew. He also smiled and said, “He said you’re President Meng’s muse goddess.”
Meng Huaizhi was getting his makeup done with his back to them, but he was always paying attention to the movement on this side. Hearing this, he opened his mouth to correct, “It’s muse god.”
Luo Jinyi also came over, “By the way, Old Du, why did you come too? To watch the concert at public expense?”
Du Chen glared, “Am I that kind of person! Of course, President Meng asked me to come!”
The topic had just been diverted, but it fell back on the central figure, Shen Wu. It was Du Chen’s first time meeting Shen Wu, but he had already known him unilaterally for a long time. He first introduced himself, “I’m Du Chen, the public relations director of M+ Entertainment.”
Fortunately, Du Chen was very talkative, so Shen Wu didn’t have to deal with the “muse god” that made him want to dig a hole with his toes.
But Du Chen was also a bit too talkative. He suddenly rubbed his chin and brought up the old matter, “Although the old white man is a bit greasy, I think the English name Musee is quite nice. Why don’t you consider it…”
Shen Wu: “…”
Matthew had lived in China for three years. He didn’t understand Chinese very well, but he was sharp enough, “Du, you’re cursing me?”
“Shen Wu.”
A cold voice timely rescued Shen Wu, who was surrounded by several people.
Shen Wu quickly walked over. The makeup artist had just finished the last stroke and, looking at this perfect work like a god, smiled with satisfaction, “Alright, Teacher Meng. You can go and change your costume.”
Shen Wu went to the costume room with Meng Huaizhi.
Unlike many small artists who shared a dressing room, and whose clothes were squeezed together on a clothes rack, only occupying a small corner of the dressing room, Meng Huaizhi not only had a spacious personal dressing room, but also a dedicated costume room.
Rows and rows of dazzling and sparkling stage costumes were hanging.
Meng Huaizhi pointed to two coats and asked Shen Wu behind him, “For the last few songs, which coat do you think is better?”
“Which songs?”
“Scorching Summer, Sea of Stars…”
The two coats were roughly the same style, one a sequined suit and the other a sequined leather jacket. Shen Wu, corresponding to the style of those songs, thought for a moment and said, “I think the leather jacket is better. What about the inner layer?”
“Mm, just this white T-shirt.”
“Why a white T-shirt? Wouldn’t all black be cooler?”
“Finally… there’s also a song from the new album.”
“Oh,” Shen Wu didn’t ask any more questions, his peach blossom eyes curving. “Looking forward to your new song.”
Meng Huaizhi was about to go on stage to sing and do his final preparations. Shen Wu was handed over to the manager, Luo Jinyi, and went from the backstage to the audience.
The audience was set up on three sides. Shen Wu was in the innermost part of the inner field. Luo Jinyi led him, almost walking along the edge of the stage, all the way to a corner on the side.
“Here, your unique vvvip seat,” Luo Jinyi pointed left and right to introduce to Shen Wu. “A few PDs will be standing here to film later, separating you from the other audience members. That speaker is not on, so it shouldn’t be too noisy here.”
Shen Wu nodded.
After he had sat down, the audience in the other VIP seats were allowed to enter one after another. The closest was a few meters behind him. The area under the sparkling stage was the dimmest in the whole venue. The fans behind were all focused on Meng Huaizhi and would not pay much attention to his side.
Shen Wu unexpectedly listened to a concert that could be called quiet.
There were no screaming fans squeezing around him, and the deafening speakers were all a certain distance away from him, surrounding him from all directions. And the lights on the stage were brilliant, and the figures were clear, a dual enjoyment of sight and sound.
The other side of Meng Huaizhi could only be seen on stage.
The aggressive and invasive makeup, the side-parted hairstyle, the colorful lights. It was still that cold and slightly magnetic voice, but with the sound effects of the stage, it had a bewitching feeling, and the moment he opened his mouth, it made people’s hearts flutter.
Shen Wu shook the light stick in his hand.
In the colorful sea of light sticks, the lonely swaying light stick in the corner was so insignificant. Meng Huaizhi glanced at it faintly, but in the vast sea of people, he accurately found that one and only unique light, and couldn’t help but curl the corner of his lips.
His faint smile was captured by the large LED screen, magnified, and projected into the hearts of countless fans.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
In an instant, the whole venue was in an uproar, with constant screams.
After more than two hours of singing, Meng Huaizhi’s voice was a little hoarse, “Finally, there’s a special song, the last song from the new album Distracted Heart. It’s being performed for the first time, as a farewell to this year’s world tour.”
Shen Wu was slightly taken aback by his words. It was the first time he had heard this album name. Distracted Heart…?
The fans wanted to hear a new song, but they were also reluctant to say goodbye. In an instant, they were screaming and crying.
“Shh,” Meng Huaizhi smiled, his index finger lightly on his lips. “Please listen, my Deity.”
Waiting for the excited fans to quiet down, he took off the leather jacket full of rivets and sequins, leaving only the white T-shirt underneath.
He also took off all the extra jewelry, leaving only half a necklace on his neck, the other half hidden in the collar of his T-shirt.
A simple white shirt and black pants, clean and refreshing. Even the sequins and glitter on his hair and the corners of his eyes were no longer conspicuous.
The colorful and sparkling lights gradually dimmed. He walked on the dimly lit stage, as if he were walking in the night. Occasionally, the sequins on his hair would sparkle, as if fragments of stars from the night sky had fallen on him.
He walked into the spotlight, sat on a lonely high stool, and picked up a wooden guitar.
The strings flowed out a clear and melodious melody between his long fingers.
When all was quiet, his lips parted slightly, “dear babe…”
You like a clear sky.
But you like the weather with a gentle breeze and fine rain.
I want to hide with you in a tent on a rainy night.
Just sing for you.
Just look at your eyes.
Just with you.
My deity.
My dear you.
You are my deity.
Why be so careful when you like someone?
I want to hide with you in a tent on a rainy night.
Just sing for you.
Please look at my eyes.
Please be with me, excuse me.
Please look up at the stars in the night sky.
…
Meng Huaizhi played the last note and stood up with the microphone in his hand.
The last a cappella was like a murmur, and also like a lover’s whisper.
“The stars also say, you are willing.”
