The sun was beginning to dip by the time Lin Feng and Jiang Yue'er stepped out of the restaurant.
She exhaled slowly, still digesting both the meal and the conversation. "I feel like I just had lunch in a movie."
Lin Feng chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Only difference is, we didn't cut to credits after dessert."
[System: Yet. But if you keep feeding her five-star meals, she might start rolling credits with background music.]
She glanced sideways at him. "You really just… knew a guy with a spare music studio?"
"Not really. I just asked around." He looked casual, but his tone was oddly warm. "Turns out the world answers faster when you ask with a bit of weight behind your words."
Jiang Yue'er didn't respond immediately, but her gaze softened.
Soon, a sleek black Mercedes—low-key but luxurious—pulled up to the curb.
Jiang Yue'er blinked. "Another taxi?"
Lin Feng opened the door for her. "Let's just call it... a better-rated one."
[System: Don't worry, Host. If she starts asking questions, just say you have an uncle in the ride-share business. Preferably one who's also a billionaire with a piano obsession.]
The car pulled into a quiet block surrounded by stylish high-rises. At the end of the street stood a building that looked more like an art gallery than a music space—sleek glass exterior, minimalist lighting.
Zhou Tianyu was already waiting outside, holding a keycard and a leather folder.
"Welcome," he said, smiling. "Let me give you a tour."
He led them inside. The entrance hallway had soft wooden floors and subtle ambient music playing in the background. Framed album covers lined the walls—artists who'd practiced here, maybe even recorded hits.
When they reached the end of the hall, he opened the final door with a dramatic swipe of his keycard.
The moment the door opened, Jiang Yue'er gasped.
It wasn't just a music studio—it was a sanctuary.
A gorgeous Steinway Model D grand piano stood in the center of the room beneath soft spotlighting. The walls were lined with diffused sound panels in tasteful gray and beige tones. There was even a cozy lounge corner with books, a coffee machine, and music-themed artwork.
"This is…" she took a step forward, then froze. "It's too much."
Lin Feng walked beside her. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, but…" Her brows furrowed. "It can't be mine."
Zhou Tianyu smiled faintly. "Then consider it his."
She turned, stunned. "What?"
Lin Feng shrugged. "I'll lease it. Monthly. Quiet, lowkey. No names attached."
[System: Host, why are you like this? Spending millions on studios and not even asking for a 'thank you' gift basket. At least get a limited-edition coffee mug or something.]
Jiang Yue'er's lips trembled. "Why would you do this?"
He looked at her—really looked—and said simply, "Because some people deserve to be heard. Not just seen."
Her eyes watered for a second before she looked away, blinking rapidly.
"You're impossible," she muttered.
Lin Feng smiled.
"I know."
Later, Jiang Yue'er sat at the piano, her fingers hovering above the keys.
"This… might be the first time I've felt like I belonged somewhere," she whispered.
She didn't expect Lin Feng to hear her.
But he did.
And he didn't say anything—just watched her play, the notes rising softly in the soundproofed room, like a secret only the two of them were allowed to share.