Chapter 10: Living off a woman is not a lifetime guarantee
In the VIP private room, Gu Ningning was downright rude to Jiang Zhiyun as she said, “Zhiyun, you really should look forward to how your mysterious husband will perform.” “When he makes his appearance, he’ll definitely crush this so-called ‘free-range’ parenting style. After all, I still have faith in the Jiang family’s values.”
Several female CEOs and top-tier actresses around them chuckled softly, their gazes subtly drifting toward Jiang Zhiyun. They all wanted to see what expression this usually aloof, decisive ice queen of the business world would wear at this moment.
Yet, Jiang Zhiyun’s face remained as cold and unchanged as ever. She didn’t even spare Gu Ningning a glance, only casting a faint look at the man on the screen who was tucking his daughter in.
That bastard...
She cursed silently in her heart.
Just a few words from him had caused such a stir.
But somehow, she felt that Chen Yu actually had a point.
Even the comments and some VIPs at the scene nodded in agreement.
“To be honest, it sounds rough, but the reasoning does make sense,” a second-tier actress said thoughtfully. “My kid is the same—forced to learn this and that every day, yet I’ve never seen a smile on their little face.”
“Exactly,” another wealthy lady who married into a rich family chimed in, “My mother-in-law keeps saying we need to cultivate noble temperament—piano, horseback riding, golf... the schedule is even fuller than mine. But the kid looks so skinny, like a bean sprout; it breaks my heart.”
“Looking at it this way, this ordinary father may seem plain, but he truly cares for his child. See how gently he tucks his daughter in?”
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Gu Ningning’s expression faltered. She snorted, “What’s the use of being gentle? For a man, career is what matters most. Spinning around the child all day, what future can he have?”
Nobody dared to argue with that.
After all, in this circle, everyone understood that a man’s worth is ultimately measured by wealth and status.
A stay-at-home dad, no matter how nicely you put it, is still dependent on a woman.
Jiang Zhiyun’s fingers twitched slightly.
But for some reason, when she saw on the screen Chen Yu quietly leaving the room and closing the door behind him without a trace of pride or self-satisfaction on his face, the inexplicable irritation inside her eased a bit.
At least... he’s not bad to Nian Nian.
...
In the children’s room, a soft night light cast a warm glow.
Chen Yu tucked in the blanket, gazing at his daughter’s peaceful sleeping face, feeling a surge of tenderness.
This little girl truly was an angel.
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He quietly closed the door and returned to the nominal master bedroom he shared with Jiang Zhiyun.
The large room was empty except for himself.
Chen Yu casually flopped onto the absurdly big bed, resting his hands behind his head, staring at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling as his thoughts drifted.
What he just told Nian Nian had reminded him of something.
Although he was now bound to this “soft rice system,” earning various rewards just by being with Nian Nian, which sounded like winning at life,
his marriage with Jiang Zhiyun was fake.
It was a transaction.
He couldn’t really expect Jiang Zhiyun to take pity on him and hand over a huge alimony, could he?
Judging by that woman’s cold demeanor, it would be generous enough if she didn’t throw him out.
“Sigh, soft rice may be good, but it’s not an iron rice bowl,” Chen Yu muttered to himself.
He needed to plan for his future.
A man without money in hand can’t stand tall.
He recalled his previous life.
His mind was filled with one hit after another.
In this world’s entertainment industry, though highly prestigious and glamorous for stars, the quality of works was... hard to put into words.
It was like untouched fertile land.
Wasn’t this an opportunity handed to him?
Chen Yu sprang up from the bed and grabbed the latest ultra-thin laptop placed on the bedside table by Jiang Zhiyun.
The computer had no password, and he easily opened it.
He skillfully launched the browser and searched the largest music platforms in this world.
Soon, a site called “Huaxia Music Library” caught his attention.
It was the country’s biggest original music submission platform, regarded as a holy place by countless young dreamers hoping to become stars. Many entertainment companies and famous singers also scouted good works here.
The site was flashy in design but straightforward in function.
Chen Yu quickly found the “Lyrics and Composition Submission” entry.
He needed to register an account.
After some thought, he casually typed two characters into the nickname field—“Dust Whisper.”
Then came the upload of his work.
What song should he submit?
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Countless classic melodies flashed through Chen Yu’s mind in an instant.
Songs that were legendary in his previous life would cause a sensation here if unveiled.
However, for the first submission, there was no need to shock the world.
He needed money—fast monetization.
He decided on a folk ballad with a simple melody but deeply resonant and vivid lyrics.
Such songs were easiest to move people and become popular.
He created a new document and his fingers flew over the keyboard rapidly.
“When the train pulls into this unfamiliar city, the neon lights here I’ve never seen before...”
“I open the letters you gave me at parting, suddenly overwhelmed with longing...”
“I know those summers, like youth, will never return; dreams replaced only reluctantly...”
“I know, the bragging will fade away with youth’s smile; let me stay trapped in the city, remembering you...”
A song called “Chengdu”—no, in this world, it should be called “Magic City.”
He tweaked the place names in the lyrics to better fit this world’s setting.
No complex arrangements, just simple guitar chords and those soul-stirring lyrics.
After finishing, he clicked the upload button.
A prompt popped up: [Submission successful. Please wait for review. Review period: 1-3 working days.]
Chen Yu smiled with satisfaction, closed the laptop, and lay back down on the bed.
Done. Now, just wait for the fish to bite.
He stretched, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
Yet, little did he know,
while he was focused on typing and uploading songs,
the hidden camera in the master bedroom was faithfully livestreaming all his movements to tens of millions of viewers nationwide.
...
In the production control room, everyone was stunned.
“Di... director, what is the regular husband of family number 4... doing?”
A young assistant stammered out.