Chapter 0080: Shocked Parents

Zhao Fusheng could actually understand Mu Qingwan's choice. After all, in her eyes, he was just an outsider—someone who couldn't even compose music, hardly considered part of the music circle.

It was precisely for this reason that Mu Qingwan's approach was straightforward: just buy the lyrics with money and leave.

As for the composition, she didn't think Zhao Fusheng's singing could be that good, despite Mu Qingqing's firm assertion that when she heard him sing that song, it was truly beautiful.

"Silly girl, you're not a professional, so you don't understand," Mu Qingwan said seriously to her niece.

Looking at her aunt, Mu Qingqing shook her head, her expression quite earnest: "But when he sang it then, it was really good—a kind of shocking feeling."

"Shocking?"

Mu Qingwan chuckled lightly: "What do you know about shocking? Alright, don't worry. Auntie will definitely find the best composer to set this song to music."

Mu Qingqing looked at her aunt helplessly. She naturally knew that her aunt's personality was like this—once she decided something, she wouldn't easily change it. But the problem was that she was the first to hear Zhao Fusheng sing this song. At that time, the heart-shaking, tear-jerking feeling made Mu Qingqing truly believe that no one could write a melody more beautiful than the one Zhao Fusheng had sung.

"Auntie, how about this: after you have the composition done, send me a copy so I can listen to it, okay?" Mu Qingqing thought for a moment and asked Mu Qingwan.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say." Mu Qingwan fondly patted her niece's head and said with a smile, "You little girl, are you not giving up?"

"It's not about not giving up; I really think he sang it well," Mu Qingqing said seriously. "And there was a feeling of wanting more."

"Alright, alright, I get it."

Mu Qingwan didn't take it seriously at all. She waved her hand: "Come on, Auntie will treat you to a meal. Let's have a big feast."

With that, she smiled and pulled Mu Qingqing into the car. The black Santana sped away and disappeared from the campus.

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If Zhao Fusheng had known about the conversation between Mu Qingqing and Mu Qingwan, he would definitely have thought more highly of Mu Qingqing. In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's memory from his previous life, the song "The Prose Poem Written by Father" had two versions. The former was a female version, and the latter was a cello version.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had planned to mention it, but seeing Mu Qingwan's attitude, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He wasn't a philanthropist. Mu Qingwan clearly didn't think much of him, and Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind-hearted.

Returning to the dormitory, he turned on the computer and did some maintenance on the website backend. Zhao Fusheng felt that he really needed to rent a place off-campus; otherwise, keeping the computer in the dormitory was a hassle.

But there was no rush for this, since there were still more than half a month before school started.

At noon, Zhao Fusheng had planned to borrow some books from the library, but his father sent him a pager message saying that he and his mother would come to the campus in the afternoon. Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and guessed that his parents were coming to check on the supermarket matter, so he didn't go to the library but waited in the dormitory for them.

Sure enough, a little after one o'clock, his parents arrived downstairs. The dormitory manager called Zhao Fusheng down. He quickly gathered his things, took his bank card, stuffed the five thousand yuan in cash he had gotten from Mu Qingwan that morning into his pocket, and hurried out.

"You little brat, what are you doing holed up in the dormitory all day?" His mother glared at him and said disapprovingly.

Actually, she knew that the reason Zhao Fusheng didn't go home was naturally because Fan Baobao's family was living there. His earlier excuses about working as a network administrator and tutor were just that—excuses.

"I'm helping our counselor with some work." Zhao Fusheng's first sentence made his parents pause.

"Your counselor? That pretty Teacher Zheng?" His mother asked in surprise.

When he first started his freshman year, she had once come to the school to ask for leave for him when he was sick, and she had met Zheng Yao. Naturally, she had a deep impression of that beautiful counselor.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, said nothing more, and led his parents to the Construction Bank near the dormitory. He took out his bank card and said to the counter clerk, "Hello, I'd like to withdraw all the money from this card."

"Okay, there's thirty thousand yuan in here. Withdraw it all?"

"Yes."

Soon, thirty thousand yuan in cash was handed to Zhao Fusheng. He took back his bank card, turned around, and handed the money to his father: "Dad, this is my bonus."

His parents were completely dazed. They numbly took the money their son handed them and put it into the bag they carried. The family of three walked out of the bank.

"Son, where did this money come from?" His father finally came to his senses and asked Zhao Fusheng seriously.

"Yeah, tell your mother, what's going on?"

His mother was also full of worry. Both parents were afraid their son had taken the wrong path.

A sophomore student bringing home thirty thousand yuan for no reason—any parent would be terrified.

"Teacher Zheng has set up an advertising studio outside, and Qin Wentao, our class vice monitor, and I both help her there. This is a bonus I got after one of my advertising plans was adopted." Zhao Fusheng explained earnestly to his parents.

This story was half true and half false, the reason being that he didn't want his parents to worry too much about the gap between him and Fan Baobao.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng didn't want his parents to be too anxious about money, and this also gave him an excuse to help the family. With this reason, his parents probably wouldn't refuse when he gave them money in the future.

"Really?"

His father was skeptical, finding it hard to believe his son's words. After all, Zhao Fusheng was only a sophomore; how could he independently plan an advertising case? It seemed too far-fetched.

His mother, however, was very pleased: "My son is so impressive! Tell me, where is your counselor's studio?"

"It's near the school. She should be there today." Zhao Fusheng smiled. He had called Zheng Yao earlier; since Bai Jie and Qin Wentao had gone to Beijing, she was at the studio interviewing new people.

"Then let's go take a look, and also treat your counselor to a meal to thank her for giving you this opportunity." His father spoke up at this point.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Okay, I'll take you there."

Actually, he understood his father's intention. Treating to a meal was secondary, and thanks were just an excuse. His real purpose was probably to verify whether what he had said was true or false.

As for his father, Zhao Fusheng increasingly felt that in his previous life, he might have really been a burden to him.