Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 112 Tear-Inducing Nuclear Bomb

Wang Bo remained silent.

He thought of his father in both his past and present lives, both men who were not good with words but would silently support him with their actions.

When I'm away from home, every time I call home, my dad always says, "Don't worry about home, just focus on your work," and then my mom grabs the phone and starts nagging me about all sorts of details about my life.

So when he saw that the theme of this episode was "family affection", he chose this song almost without hesitation.

"I want the arrangement to be simple," Wang Bo broke the silence. "The verses will have piano, and the chorus will have strings, but not too much, there will be some space. The second verse could have a little whistling—when I was little, my dad often whistled to lull me to sleep."

Chen Mo nodded: "I understand. A restrained outburst is even more moving."

He started operating the console, but his movements were slower than usual, as if he was being held back by some emotion.

"Wang Bo," Chen Mo suddenly asked, "what kind of person is your father?"

Wang Bo thought about the original owner's memories: "He was a very ordinary farmer who occasionally went to the city to work. He didn't talk much, but he was very good to me. Back then, I insisted on taking this path. My family didn't really support me, but he still secretly gave me five thousand yuan and said, 'Go ahead, give it a try, and come back if it doesn't work out.'"

"And then?"

"Later, I didn't achieve much and didn't do well in life. He told me to come home when I was tired, and that there was still land at home that he could take care of. Then, he crashed his farm tricycle and broke his leg and ribs... I only sent money home and didn't go back to see him even once. He said that I had already spent so much money, so I should save on travel expenses and not come back."

The recording studio fell silent again.

Chen Mo suddenly laughed: "My dad was the same. When I said I wanted to pursue music, he almost broke my legs. But later, my first song sold for a thousand yuan, and I bought him a pack of cigarettes. He said it was a waste of money, but he would show it off to everyone he met, saying, 'My son's song sold for money!'"

The two men exchanged a glance and both smiled.

As I laughed, my eyes started to well up with tears.

"Alright, let's get to work!" Chen Mo rubbed his face. "I have to compose this song properly, or I'll let my dad down."

Chen Mo recalled many things.

I remember when I was little, I would ride on my dad's shoulders to see the lantern festival, and he would say, "Hold on tight, don't fall."

I remember being rebellious during my adolescence, having a big fight with my dad, slamming the door and leaving. My dad chased after me, didn't say anything, but just stuffed fifty yuan into my hand.

I remember when I received my first bonus after starting work, I bought my dad a wool sweater. He said, "Why buy this? I have plenty to wear." But that winter, he would lift his coat and say to everyone he met, "My son bought this for me, it's warm!"

After listening to Wang Bo sing it once, Chen Mo took off his headphones, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.

His hands were trembling slightly.

This song... is too harsh.

It was so ruthless that even this self-proclaimed heartless music hustler wanted to call his dad immediately.

But he didn't hit it.

Since it's the middle of the night, Dad must be asleep.

And he didn't know what to say.

Could it be that I said, "Dad, I just listened to a song and I miss you"?

That's too cheesy.

His dad probably thought he was drunk.

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette and looked out at the city lights.

Under every lamp, there is probably a father, whether ordinary or extraordinary.

Wang Bo's song about family is an absolutely devastatingly moving and tear-jerking masterpiece.

"What are your thoughts on the arrangement?" Chen Mo sat back down at the control panel, already back in work mode. "I think the strings in the chorus could be a bit heavier, but not in a symphonic way. It's more like... how should I put it, a kind of heaviness that feels like a collection of many people's memories."

"Okay." Wang Bo nodded. "Also, for the last part, I want to use a child's voice for the harmony, but not too much, just two or three lines, like my childhood self talking to my father."

"Great!" Chen Mo slapped his thigh. "That's it! I'll start working on it now and try to get a demo out by tomorrow!"

At that moment, the recording studio door was pushed open.

Su Xiaoxiao walked in, carrying a late-night snack.

"I knew you guys hadn't gone back yet." She put the bag on the table. "I just finished a dinner party and bought some barbecue on the way—Wang Bo, you can only have two skewers to protect your voice."

She must have seen the security camera footage at home and come over again. Wang Bo didn't expose her and took the bag, saying, "Thank you, President Su."

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at the sheet music on the control panel: "The new song is finished?"

"It's finished." Wang Bo handed her the sheet music.

Su Xiaoxiao took it and looked at it by the light from the control panel.

As she watched, her expression changed.

From a businesslike scrutiny to surprise, to being moved, and finally, to eyes slightly reddening.

After she finished reading it, she remained silent for a long time.

"Wang Bo," Su Xiaoxiao looked up, "what kind of life did you live before? Did you spend time in hell?"

Wang Bo was taken aback: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because of these songs of yours, 'Those Flowers' is about reminiscing about friendship and love, and this one is about family... they all carry a kind of regret of 'only appreciating what you've lost'," Su Xiaoxiao said softly. "The songwriter must have many stories in their heart."

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Everyone has a story in their heart."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't ask any further questions. She carefully put the sheet music away: "This song... will make a lot of people cry."

"I hope that after they finish crying, they can call their families," Wang Bo said.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded, then seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh right, there's something I need to tell you. Starlight Media might try to make a fuss about your past with Zhang Lei."

Wang Bo's expression remained unchanged: "I guessed it."

"You don't care?" Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow.

"That's all in the past," Wang Bo said. "Besides, Zhang Lei... she probably doesn't want to hype this up."

How did you know?

"Intuition," Wang Bo smiled. "She's a proud person."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you two break up back then?"

The question came so suddenly that even Chen Mo perked up his ears.

Wang Bo thought for a moment: "Actually, we didn't officially break up. She switched jobs to Starlight Media and became busier and busier, so we contacted each other less and less, and eventually, we just naturally broke up."

"No one owes anyone anything?"

"No," Wang Bo shook his head. "We were both young then, and neither of us had much of a career. Breaking up was better for both of us."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded and didn't say anything more, but she was clearly getting a little anxious.

Still not broken up?

Isn't this the same as getting married but living apart in different places without going to the civil affairs bureau to complete the formalities?

If Zhang Lei comes back, she won't even need to say a word; she can just reach out and grab him... It would be perfectly justified and natural... right?

"Alright, you guys keep going, I'm going back." Su Xiaoxiao picked up her bag. "Wang Bo, there's a company meeting tomorrow afternoon at 2 PM to discuss the promotional plan for the fifth phase."

"it is good."

Su Xiaoxiao walked to the door, then turned back: "Oh, right, Yiyi asked me to tell you that she made rock sugar pear soup and put it in the refrigerator in the company's break room. Remember to drink it tomorrow."