Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 50 Another rival causing trouble? A musical talent contest?

"Zhou Lixing?"

Upon hearing Yan Min announce the name, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became somewhat eerie.

If Zhao Tai is the kind of brainless nouveau riche who only knows how to throw money around, then Zhou Lixing is a sophisticated player disguised as an artist.

The young master of Dynasty Entertainment, a top student from Berklee College of Music, and a creative talent who reached his peak upon debut.

Most importantly, before Su Qingge's secret marriage was exposed, the "rumored boyfriend" that the media hyped the most was this young master Zhou.

There are even quite a few fans who still ship this "golden couple".

"Wow, it's Zhou Lixing!"

Lu Ming was the first to react, his face beaming with exaggerated surprise.

After all, Dynasty Entertainment is a giant in the industry. If you can establish a relationship with the young master, resources will come rolling in.

Ignoring the mud on his shoes, he quickly went to meet them, extending his hands:

"Young Master Zhou! I've long admired your name! It's an honor to meet you here!"

Zhou Lixing wore that signature, perfectly practiced smile.

He shook hands with Lu Ming gracefully, and then nodded politely to Chen Kai and Wang Lei, displaying excellent manners and demeanor in every gesture.

Only.

When his gaze swept over Lin Zhou, who was standing next to Su Qingge, it was as if he had swept over a wisp of air.

Without stopping, without nodding, and without even lifting an eyelid.

That kind of disregard is an arrogance etched into one's bones.

It was as if looking at Lin Zhou even once would dirty his eyes.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

"Holy crap! This is a battleground! The main wife versus her rumored boyfriend?"

"Zhou Lixing's gaze is incredible; he completely disregards Lin Zhou!"

"Nonsense, he's a musical prodigy and a rich young master, while Lin Zhou is just a gigolo. Is there any comparison?"

"To be fair, Zhou Lixing and Su Qingge standing together do look much better than that street thug Lin Zhou."

"Shut up! My brother Zhou can cook and give massages, can Zhou Lixing? He's just a show-off!"

Zhou Lixing, holding his guitar, walked straight up to Su Qingge.

He gazed at the woman before him with deep affection, who was breathtakingly beautiful even in simple casual wear, a hint of undisguised infatuation flashing in his eyes.

"Qingge, it's been a long time."

His voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze caressing the strings of a zither.

Su Qingge frowned almost imperceptibly, and subconsciously leaned closer to Lin Zhou, her tone distant yet polite:

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time. But it's recording time now, so please call me Teacher Su or Mrs. Lin."

Upon hearing the words "Mrs. Lin," Zhou Lixing's hand gripping the neck of the violin tightened abruptly, his knuckles turning white.

But the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Qingge, you still love to joke around."

He completely ignored the form of address, pulled a neatly folded sheet music from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands:

"I heard there was going to be a country music concert here, so I rushed here overnight."

"This is a new song I recently wrote, called 'Lily in the Wind.' When I was writing this song, my mind was filled with images of you."

Zhou Lixing, his eyes blazing, extended an invitation directly to the entire online audience:

"Only your voice can handle the female vocal part of this song. How about we sing a duet tonight?"

"I believe this will definitely become a classic live performance in the Chinese music scene."

This move can be described as extremely insidious.

He extended the invitation under the guise of work, and even used the superfluous label of "classic." If Su Qingge refused, it would be considered unprofessional, arrogant, or even disrespectful to Dynasty Entertainment.

Lu Ming, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines and didn't mind making things worse, immediately started stirring things up:

"Say yes! Say yes! A talented man and a beautiful woman, a powerful combination—this is absolutely a feast for the eyes and ears!"

Su Qingge did not accept the sheet music.

She didn't even glance at him, only staring coldly at Zhou Lixing:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou. I'm participating in this program as a family."

"If I were to sing a duet, it would be with my husband, not with a stranger."

The refusal was swift and decisive, without giving any face whatsoever.

Lin Zhou, who had been idly counting ants on the ground, was thrilled to hear this.

He reached out and casually put his arm around Su Qingge's slender waist, raising an eyebrow at Zhou Lixing:

"Did you hear that, Zhou, my wife said she'll only sing with me. You can keep your new and old songs for yourself to enjoy slowly."

Zhou Lixing looked at the hand resting on Su Qingge's waist, his eyes practically spitting fire with jealousy.

However, he was very shrewd and did not lose his temper on the spot like Zhao Tai did.

Instead, he sighed softly, giving an expression that said, "I understand, but I'm sorry."

"Mr. Lin, I did this entirely out of respect for art, and also to present the best stage to the audience."

Zhou Lixing turned around and looked directly at Lin Zhou for the first time.

That look in his eyes carried a condescending pity, as if he were looking at an unreasonable savage:

"Qingge is a diva; her voice belongs to the stage and to music. Since you love her, you shouldn't become a stumbling block on her artistic path."

"A stumbling block?" Lin Zhou chuckled. "So, if I don't let her sing with you, it's ruining art?"

"Isn't that right?"

Zhou Lixing took a step forward, his so-called "artist's temperament" fully unleashed, becoming aggressive and intimidating:

"Music requires resonance and a connection of souls. Qingge and I have a universally acknowledged musical understanding."

"And you, Mr. Lin?"

He sized Lin Zhou up and down, his gaze lingering on Lin's flip-flops, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.

"Excuse my bluntness, but someone like you who only knows how to work around the stove, what do you even know about music?"

"Do you know what C major is, and what a chord is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you probably can't even read the most basic sheet music, right?"

Zhou Lixing became increasingly confident as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder, as if he had already stood on the moral and artistic high ground:

"To ask Qingge to give up collaborating with me and instead sing with someone like you who has no musical talent is simply a waste of her potential! It's irresponsible to the audience!"

"Mr. Lin, you should have some self-awareness. If you don't understand, then just stand aside and applaud. Don't embarrass yourself and delay Qingge's progress. Can you take responsibility for that?"

These words were spoken with such righteous indignation.

Many staff members at the scene nodded in agreement.

Although Zhou Lixing's words were harsh, they were true. Lin Zhou really did have absolutely no talent for music, except for being a bit handsome and a good cook.

Having a diva sing with someone who is tone-deaf is definitely a bit of an ear-damsel in distress.

Su Qingge was so angry that she trembled all over.

She was about to retort when she felt the large hand around her waist tighten.

Lin Zhou pulled her behind him, took a step forward, and stood directly in front of Zhou Lixing.

The two are of similar height, but their auras are completely different.

Zhou Lixing possesses a refined and arrogant demeanor that is meticulously crafted.

Lin Zhou, on the other hand, exudes a laziness and...disdain that comes from his very bones.

"Are you done talking?"

Lin Zhou picked at his ear, looking at Zhou Lixing's face, which was brimming with superiority, as if he were looking at an idiot:

"I don't understand sheet music very well, and I can't even distinguish the key of C major."

"but……"

He paused, pointed to the guitar in Zhou Lixing's hand, then to the acoustic guitar Chen Kai had brought, and a bright, almost punchable smile spread across his face:

"Who told you that you can't play music if you don't know how to read sheet music?"

"Master Zhou, how about... we have a little match?"