46: Chapter 46 This little girl is just... too sincere!

Inside the studio.

Song Ying heard the "Hello" and "Fuck" coming from her phone simultaneously. She found the voices familiar and turned her head to look at the tightly closed door.

Her expression became incredibly colorful.

Could it be...

On the other end of the line, both sides fell silent for a moment.

Xia Ning hesitated for a second, then asked politely and softly.

"Ms. Song Ying, I have arrived outside the agreed-upon studio. May I ask when you will be arriving?"

There was no response from the other end.

Beep—beep—beep—

Xia Ning turned to look at Qin Xun and sighed.

"She hung up."

Qin Xun looked at the tightly closed door of the studio and snorted coldly.

"That little girl is just so rude!"

Suddenly!

Qin Xun saw the studio door being pushed open. Song Ying walked out, glanced over, bowed without hesitation, and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Qin, I am—so—sorry!!!"

The voice was loud and clear, with perfect enunciation, seemingly delivered with operatic technique.

It echoed throughout the entire studio building.

Upstairs and downstairs, the staff and customers who had come for photos—dozens of people—all looked over, turning into onlookers with curious gazes.

They seemed to be hoping to witness a legendary romance.

One must have been cheated on to make a girl apologize so sincerely and so loudly, right!

Qin Xun was startled.

This woman truly deserves to be a music student; her voice is just too powerful!

She really knows how to hold her ground and let go!

She apologized the moment she said she would, without a second of hesitation.

Seeing everyone looking their way, Xia Ning pulled Qin Xun's hand, signaling him to walk toward Studio 6.

"This is not the place to discuss business. Let's go inside and talk."

The two of them walked all the way to the entrance.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Song Ying finally straightened up. She looked at Qin Xun, who was two meters away, and gave an awkward, silly smile.

"Mr. Qin, Ms. Xia, hello!"

"I am Song Ying."

Qin Xun gave Song Ying a faint glance, said nothing, walked straight into the studio, and sat down on a sofa.

He took off his hat and removed his mask, revealing his full face.

Xia Ning glanced at Qin Xun, feeling a bit helpless, then looked at Song Ying with a smile.

"Let's go inside and talk."

The two of them entered.

Xia Ning gestured for her to sit. Song Ying glanced at the cold-faced Qin Xun, gathered her courage, and sat down beside him, leaving only half a meter of space.

She extended her hand and smiled.

"We've gotten to know each other through a fight. Let's call it a truce, Mr. Qin."

Qin Xun looked at her youthful face, and his anger vanished. It wasn't because he was blinded by beauty, but because he simply didn't want to lower himself to the level of a child.

He extended his hand and shook hers.

"Let's call it a truce."

Seeing this, Xia Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Remembering the awkward scene just now, Song Ying felt a bit uneasy. She placed her hands on her knees, not knowing what to say.

Xia Ning sat down and asked with a smile.

"Ms. Song, your profile says that you are… twenty-eight years old?"

Song Ying felt a bit embarrassed.

"Actually, I'm only eighteen. I was afraid that if you saw I was young, you wouldn't take my business, so I wrote twenty-eight."

She scratched her head.

"I was just trying it out at the time; I never expected your company to actually accept my cooperation invitation."

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun and felt like laughing.

Back then, it was Qin Xun who chose this invitation out of eight because he wanted to hook up with a rich woman. He never expected to be deceived.

Qin Xun noticed Xia Ning's expression and felt a bit dissatisfied. He turned to look at Song Ying and teased.

"Little kid, do your parents agree to you sending us an invitation?"

Song Ying shook her head.

"My family doesn't know yet. But it doesn't matter if they agree or not; I've never listened to them since I was little anyway."

Qin Xun paused, sighed, and cut straight to the point.

"What I mean is, do you… have money?"

Song Ying nodded repeatedly.

"I do. I just turned eighteen, and I received a lot of red envelopes."

Qin Xun: "…"

Xia Ning wanted to laugh even more!

Qin Xun recalled the email he had scanned through earlier, remembering that this so-called little rich girl had listed her budget as 30?

"Birthday red envelopes?"

"Your budget is 30 yuan?"

Song Ying quickly said.

"No, it's 300,000."

"I received 500,000 in red envelopes, and I have a sports car. I'm planning to set a budget of 300,000."

"If I become famous, I'll give the sports car to Mr. Qin."

Qin Xun was shocked.

As expected, poverty limited his imagination.

When he turned eighteen, he only received 300 yuan and a slap to the face from his mom because she found the erotic novel "Pan Jinlian Battles Ximen Qing" he had hidden under his pillow.

He said, "It seems that you didn't lie about being a little rich girl."

Song Ying shook her head.

"I don't count as a little rich girl yet. I'll only count after my dad dies and the family assets are divided."

Xia Ning: "…"

Qin Xun: "…"

He was speechless.

This child spoke so truthfully; she probably never experienced the 'seven wolves' (a belt beating) growing up, having been spoiled by her family, which led to this willful and capricious personality.

With this kind of personality, whether she enters the influencer circle or the entertainment industry, she is bound to take a huge tumble.

Qin Xun looked at her slightly immature face.

"Little kid, do you know how deep the waters are in the entertainment industry?"

"Your worldview hasn't fully formed yet. Becoming famous too early might not be a good thing for you."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying's eyes lit up.

From these words, she could tell that he had the confidence to make her famous.

She said anxiously.

"Mr. Qin, everyone says that one should seek fame early. The older you get, the lower the probability of becoming famous."

Xia Ning nodded.

She knew this was the truth.

The most fanatical fan base consists of middle school and high school students, and the idols they follow are mostly not much older than themselves.

Becoming famous really does require seizing the opportunity early.

Qin Xun glanced at Song Ying, feeling helpless, and repeated it again.

"I said, the waters of the entertainment industry are very deep, and you are still too young to handle it."

He emphasized his tone.

"Do you know what 'hidden rules' are?"

Xia Ning turned and glared at Qin Xun.

She's just a little girl; why are you telling her about this stuff?

Song Ying, however, didn't care.

"Hidden rules? Sleeping with people, right!"

Qin Xun paused and said, "You know?"

Song Ying waved her hand dismissively.

"My dad doesn't even know how many female celebrities he's slept with. They are a bunch of sluts, but I'm different from them."

Qin Xun: "…"

Xia Ning: "…"

Sincerity is a killer move, but this little girl is just too sincere!

Doesn't she know that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public?

Qin Xun calmed down and asked, "Doesn't your mom keep your dad in check?"

Song Ying replied immediately, her expression not changing much.

"My mom died when I was one!"

Qin Xun: "!!!"

Xia Ning: "!!!"

Qin Xun finally understood how this "problem child" developed such a personality: a lack of family, a lack of love.

People like this usually have somewhat distorted psychology. They do things in extreme ways and obsessively pursue certain things to seek psychological comfort.

And for her, what she pursued was fame!

Qin Xun stood up and shook his head.

"Little kid, you are still too young. Come back to find me when you turn twenty-eight."

Xia Ning glanced at Qin Xun and stood up as well.

Seeing this, Song Ying panicked.

"Brother!"

She changed how she addressed him.

"Don't go! I have a secret to tell you!"