59: Chapter 59 This little girl, 8 million views, still not satisfied?

"No rush."

Qin Xun turned his head and looked at Xia Ning.

"Song Ying's case still needs one final step. Let's finish Song Ying's case first before talking about anything else."

He sighed, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and then lowered his voice to impart his secret to working.

"At work, even if you have ten parts of energy, you should only use three, or at most five, but you have to act like you've used twelve parts of energy."

"Otherwise, that damn CEO will see it and keep piling on tasks without raising your salary."

"These capitalists find it more painful to see us idle than to lose money themselves!"

Xia Ning: "..."

Another "damn CEO"?

Why does this guy have so many twisted theories?

Thinking about it, she was silent for a moment.

Uh... it actually seems to make some sense!

Qin Xun continued, "Look, there's clearly nothing special going on, yet they still made us work overtime today. Isn't that insane?"

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun quietly for a while, then sighed.

She knew that Qin Xun definitely hadn't finished reading the announcement sent in the company group chat.

The overtime today was in preparation for a team-building event starting in the afternoon, mainly to celebrate Qin Xun's success.

She had already had Cheng Wan book a large private room at a five-star hotel in Haicheng.

Between the meal reservation and drinks, it cost nearly twenty thousand.

Qin Xun was still completely in the dark.

Xia Ning couldn't be bothered to tell him; she planned to just drag him to the hotel once the time came, which would count as a surprise for him!

Suddenly.

Xia Ning's phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was Song Ying.

"Hello?"

On the other end of the line, Song Ying's voice sounded disappointed and very tired.

"Is Brother by your side?"

"I had insomnia last night, and there are a few things I want to say to Brother."

Xia Ning was surprised by Song Ying's tone.

Insomnia?

She seemed very hurt?

Just as Xia Ning was hesitating, Qin Xun took the phone from her hand.

"Hello?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Song Ying's dejected voice came through.

"Brother, I really don't blame you!"

Qin Xun was stunned: "Blame me?"

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun, full of suspicion.

She suspected that Qin Xun might have sneaked out of the rental apartment behind her back last night to meet Song Ying alone.

She pricked up her ears, trying to catch any clues.

On the phone, Song Ying continued, her voice very soft.

"Even the best can make mistakes."

"It's not that you're incompetent; it's just that I don't have enough charm to become popular."

Xia Ning couldn't hear and was getting anxious.

But then she saw Qin Xun frown and say, "What's this about you not having enough charm and me being incompetent?"

"Wasn't my performance yesterday good enough?"

Charm? Competence? Performance?

Xia Ning's eyes widened as she stared at Qin Xun, her mind in chaos.

Qin Xun... you animal!

She's only eighteen!

Still a minor... just barely an adult!

Qin Xun felt a bit dissatisfied.

This little friend Song Ying was too greedy!

In less than a day, the video of her singing at the wedding had over 8 million views and over 770,000 likes.

And it was still spreading rapidly.

How could she still not be satisfied?

On the phone, Song Ying's voice sounded again, accompanied by a sigh.

"Brother, don't be angry!"

"When I collect my red envelopes at the end of the year, once I have money, I'll hire you to market me again."

Qin Xun hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't!"

"Since the results from yesterday couldn't satisfy you, go find someone else, don't come to me."

"As for me! My competence is just not up to par!"

After speaking, Qin Xun hung up the phone.

But he saw Xia Ning staring at him in shock, her eyes filled with a hint of murderous intent?

He found it strange and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you blame me for not being gentle enough with little friend Song Ying?"

Not gentle enough?

Hearing this, Xia Ning got goosebumps, imagining the scene of Qin Xun treating Song Ying roughly yesterday.

He must have worked as hard as an old ox, only to be called by Song Ying today and mocked for his incompetence.

Truly... he deserved it!

Seeing that Xia Ning didn't speak, Qin Xun handed the phone over, but saw her dodge backward.

Xia Ning kept a cold face and pointed at the table.

"Put it on the table."

Qin Xun was completely baffled and placed the phone on the table.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xia Ning didn't answer; she didn't even look at him. She picked up a bottle of alcohol from the table and sprayed it on the phone.

Qin Xun: "???"

"What are you doing?"

Xia Ning lowered her head, spraying the alcohol without looking up, her voice very cold.

"Disinfecting."

She flipped it over and continued spraying.

"I think you're dirty."

Qin Xun: "!!!"

He was stunned!

Is there really not a single woman with a normal brain in this world?

...

In a villa somewhere in Haicheng.

Song Ying hung up the phone and sighed.

She had heard the dissatisfaction in Qin Xun's tone and felt a bit aggrieved, letting out a long sigh.

She had clearly gone to comfort him, but he took it as mockery.

It was really... speechless!

Simps really don't end well!

Suddenly.

Her phone rang. Seeing it was her dad, she answered, pressed the speakerphone button, and tossed the phone to the foot of the bed.

She flopped face-first onto her pillow.

The voice of Song Ying's dad came through the phone.

"Hello, Yingying!"

Song Ying lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I'm here, not dead yet."

Song Ying's dad seemed used to her way of speaking and didn't pay it any mind, asking directly, "Did you film a Douyin?"

Hearing the word "Douyin," Song Ying thought of the scene yesterday at the wedding where she was winking at a blind person, and she curled her toes in embarrassment.

"I... I film them often!"

Song Ying's dad: "There was a video on Douyin yesterday of a young girl singing at someone's wedding. Was that you?"

Song Ying: "No... it's not."

Song Ying's dad: "Although I can't see the face clearly, I watched you grow up. Do you think I wouldn't recognize you?"

Song Ying: "..."

She covered her face with both hands.

Even more embarrassed!

If her dad found out she spent 300,000 just to film something like that, she would be nailed to the family's pillar of shame.

But then she heard her dad sigh and continue, "How did you manage to cause such a big stir? Douyin is full of you; you're about to dominate the trending charts!"

"Did you have an expert guiding you behind the scenes?"

Song Ying let go of her face, looking bewildered.

After a moment, Song Ying's dad added, "If anyone wants to sign you, don't sign."

"If you really must enter the entertainment industry, I'll open a studio for you."

After speaking, presumably hearing that Song Ying hadn't responded for a long time, he hung up.

Song Ying lay on the bed, bewildered for a while, then sat up, and was bewildered for a while longer.

Coming to her senses, she lunged for her phone and opened Douyin.

Ever since she returned home from the wedding yesterday, she had been a bit dejected and didn't dare to open Douyin, afraid of scrolling past herself, and even more afraid of not scrolling past herself.

However, based on the atmosphere at the scene, she had judged that it was impossible for her to become popular.

So she hadn't checked it.

Hearing what her dad said just now, and thinking back to what Qin Xun said, "I performed so well yesterday, and you're still not satisfied?" she seemed to understand!

Song Ying scrolled through Douyin rapidly, swiping past one after another.

Unexpectedly, on the tenth one, she scrolled right onto herself.

On the phone was a young girl dancing at a wedding, her face unclear, but her figure was slim and her movements graceful.

"Asking the blue sky, how long is this life?"

"Fearing the bitterness of days gone by"

"Seeking a cup of lovesickness from the past"

"If this time I am still as persistent as before"

"My heart holds only you"

"Then perhaps I am too sentimental"

...

It wasn't the full song, just a short clip of over ten seconds, but the likes had already reached 100,000.

Song Ying was so excited she shook her feet.

She hurriedly clicked on the comment section!