Chapter 13

（Thank you to 'Qian Nian Deng Yi Lian', 'Ye Zhengnan', and 'The Person Under the Umbrella' for your generous donations, thank you!)

"Hey, why did you stop singing? I thought it sounded pretty good! Although your voice is a bit like a duck's, the song is still quite nice! By the way, did you really write this song yourself?"

Seeing Zhao Yazhi's face turn serious and Wu Cheng gradually stop singing, Deng Lijun teased, "Xiao Cheng, Ah Zhi, I didn't expect your brother-sister relationship to be so deep! Xiao Cheng is really thoughtful. If I had such a talented brother, I would be over the moon! By the way, Xiao Cheng, did you really write this?"

"Ah Jie, you've asked this several times already!"

"But you haven't answered!"

"Are you doubting my ability?"

"Yes!"

"..."

Wu Cheng looked embarrassed, defeated by her straightforwardness.

Seeing Wu Cheng's expression, Zhao Yazhi's icy face finally thawed, and she laughed, "Jie, you might not know, but Chengzi has a talent for writing. He's already a famous writer! Have you heard of 'Urban Entertainment News'? The serial 'Return to Ming' is written by Chengzi. I'm just worried he's too mischievous!"

Seeing Wu Cheng being belittled by Deng Lijun, Zhao Yazhi no longer felt angry and immediately stood up for him. She thought: Maybe I'm overthinking it. He's still so young.

Of course, this was just her self-deception.

"Oh? I've heard of that book. 'Urban Entertainment News' has been quite popular lately. Since I came from Taiwan, I've heard a lot about this newspaper. I didn't expect the author of 'Return to Ming' to be a child. Ha ha... If I told others, they probably wouldn't believe it!"

Deng Lijun didn't think Zhao Yazhi had any reason to lie about this. If it were a lie, it would be too easy to expose.

Just thinking that the person who could write such intricate romantic stories was a little boy gave her a strong sense of dissonance. It was just too unbelievable.

"Cough, cough, by the way, I have another song for Ah Jie. Do you want to listen?"

"Yes, of course! To get a song from a famous writer, I'm thrilled!"

The previous song 'I Only Care About You' had already impressed her. She was quite looking forward to this one. She looked at Wu Cheng expectantly.

Wu Cheng cleared his throat and said, "This song is called 'Sweet Honey'. I'll sing it now."

"Sing, sing! Although your voice is a bit frustrating, the song is still good!"

"..." Wu Cheng gave her a hurt look, which made her giggle.

Sweet honey, you smile so sweetly.

Like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze.

Where, where have I seen you? Your smile is so familiar, I can't remember.

Ah! In my dreams, I've seen you in my dreams, smiling so sweetly.

It's you, it's you, the one I've dreamed about!

...

"Xiao Cheng, quickly write down the lyrics and the score! I really like both songs, and they suit my style. Are you really willing to let me sing them?"

Wu Cheng chuckled and said, "Of course, 'Sweet Honey' was meant for Ah Jie. And as you heard, my voice is... so let Ah Jie sing 'I Only Care About You' for Zhi Jie. Consider it as me singing it for Zhi Jie. Of course, if Ah Jie adds a line at the beginning, 'This song is from Chengzi to his dear Zhi Jie, wishing them happiness and joy,' that would be perfect."

"Xiao Cheng, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful at such a young age!" Deng Lijun said, winking at Wu Cheng behind Zhao Yazhi's back, as if she had caught him in a small lie, feeling quite pleased.

Wu Cheng nodded, unperturbed, and added, "If Ah Jie adds a line at the beginning of 'Sweet Honey,' 'This song is from Xiao Cheng to his Ah Jie, wishing her a sweet life,' that would be great too!"

Zhao Yazhi giggled, "Jie, now you know this little rascal won't take any loss!"

Deng Lijun shot Wu Cheng a dirty look, "Fine, as long as you write down the lyrics and the score, I'll include them in my tour in Malaysia. By the way, I'll give you the best treatment, so you won't be at a loss."

Wu Cheng shook his head, "Let's not talk about money. These two songs are gifts for Ah Jie, but I won't sell the copyright to PolyGram. Others who want to sing them will have to pay me, but Ah Jie can sing them freely. This is a small gesture from a fan. Please don't taint my sincere heart with money!"

"Alright! I was wrong, I apologize!"

"No problem, I accept your apology!"

"..." Deng Lijun pouted and looked at Zhao Yazhi, "Ah Zhi, is he always this cocky? I feel like he's so full of himself and deserves a beating!"

"He does deserve a beating! Hehe..." Zhao Yazhi giggled.

"Two ladies, please be merciful! I'll go write the lyrics!"

Wu Cheng bowed and ran to find paper and a pen. Under Deng Lijun's guidance, he quickly brought them over and started writing.

The lyrics were quickly done, but the music was harder to write. Wu Cheng only knew how to write in simple notation. In college, he had learned some sheet music to impress girls and play the guitar, but he never managed to understand the notation and eventually gave up.

After writing down the simple notation, Wu Cheng finished, "If you need any changes, you can do it yourselves. I'm sure your skills are better than mine."

After handing the songs to Deng Lijun, Wu Cheng said goodbye.

However, Deng Lijun kept them, saying, "Stay here tonight! I want to chat more with Ah Zhi. If you want to sleep, there's another room over there!"

"Two sisters, do you need me to warm your beds?"

"..."

The two women, surprised by Wu Cheng's 'shamelessness,' looked at each other and then picked up the cushions from the sofa, throwing them at him and shouting, "Get out!"

"Ah Jie, will you teach me to play the piano?"

Wu Cheng ran to Deng Lijun's side, hugging her arm and pouting.

"Fine, fine, stop shaking. Go rest. I'll be here for two more days. Come back at 3 PM tomorrow. I'll teach you then! But I'm not that good at piano either!"

"As long as you can play! I'll go rest. Good night, Jie, Zhi Jie!"

...

The next morning, Wu Cheng woke up early. Instead of going jogging, he stood in the living room of the suite, practicing Tai Chi.

It wasn't until around 7 AM that the two women woke up. They had chatted late into the night and looked a bit groggy, but they still had a lazy beauty about them.

"Good morning, Xiao Cheng!"

Wu Cheng slowly finished his practice and smiled, "Good morning, Ah Jie!"

"Are you practicing?"

"Yes, Tai Chi, for health!"

"Oh, I'll go wash my face!"

"..."

The topic changed so suddenly!

Wu Cheng shook his head, sat on the sofa, and bit into an apple on the coffee table.

After the two women were ready, the three of them went downstairs for breakfast. Then Wu Cheng and Zhao Yazhi took a taxi back to her parents' place. The car had to go through the underwater tunnel from Kowloon to the island.

Seeing Wu Cheng fidgeting in the car, Zhao Yazhi asked suspiciously, "What are you doing? You look nervous!"

"It's my first time visiting your family, of course I'm nervous!"

"Little rascal, what are you thinking!"

"I, I'm not thinking anything! I just feel that if your father doesn't like me, I won't be able to stay with you. If Zhi Jie doesn't take me in, what will I do!"

Zhao Yazhi giggled, "You're so capable, are you afraid of living alone?"

"Without Zhi Jie's care and supervision, I'm afraid I'll go bad!"

"Fine, fine, I believe you have a ghost in your head!" Zhao Yazhi tapped his forehead and smiled, "Don't worry! My father is a good person. Besides, you're so young, he can't blame you. And my mother and the others know who you are, they won't give you a hard time!"

Indeed, as Zhao Yazhi said, despite Wu Cheng's young age, the Zhao family treated him quite politely. Zhao's mother had already mentioned Wu Cheng's writing the previous day.

Although everyone found it hard to believe that such a young boy could write novels, when Wu Cheng presented the gifts to everyone, they had no choice but to believe him.

Because Zhao Yazhi's salary was not high, and she had to pay rent, she couldn't afford such expensive gifts. The total value of the gifts, large and small, was at least 6,000 to 7,000 yuan, which must have come from Wu Cheng's earnings from writing.

A talented person is easily accepted anywhere, and Wu Cheng was no exception.

Soon, the Zhao family accepted this witty and humorous young boy. When Wu Cheng mentioned that he had learned Chinese classics, painting, calligraphy, and chess from his grandfather, Zhao's father felt a bit itchy and asked Wu Cheng to play a couple of games.

So, the old and the young engaged in a battle of wits.

Zhao's mother, meanwhile, pulled Zhao Yazhi into the room and said, "Ah Zhi, tell me honestly, what's going on with you and Huang Hanwei? Weren't you getting along well before?"

Mentioning Huang Hanwei, Zhao Yazhi felt angry, especially since her relationship with Wu Cheng had been getting better. Thinking about how Huang Hanwei had treated Wu Cheng made her even angrier.