CH extra 3

In the end, should he thank his wife for helping him secure a good opportunity, or blame his her for mindlessly praising his singing voice?

In any case, for this gala, Song Yan hurriedly sought out a vocal coach. When it was time to sing at the gala, fortunately, there was a professional singer by his side to accompany him, ensuring that the song was successfully completed without any major mishaps.

A few minutes of the gala performance were captured by a professional music critic, who was known for having a sharp ear. Sometimes, he would mock professional singers who had vocal mishaps.

However, when it came to Song Yan, the critic's style drastically changed from his usual sharp tongue to a gentle and loving tone.

This caused a heated discussion among netizens on the forum.

0L:「That famous critical guy in the music industry seems to have put on a filter as thick as ten thousand meters for Song Yan.」

1L:「Ha, you think your title as the White Moonlight King is just for show?」

3L:「Speaking of the critical guy, even my parents, who usually don't care about these things, praised Song Yan's singing during the gala, saying he did well as an actor. It fully proves that if you have good popularity, even if you sing off-key, it's heavenly.」

4L:「He's not wrong, actually. His vocal tone is perfect, so it compensates for any technical flaws.」

10L:「Is it just ten thousand meters? Then Wen Li's filter for her husband must be a hundred thousand meters thick, right?」

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20L:「Honestly, I'm really curious about the singing talent of their child if Salt Grain decides to have one. Will it be good or not?」

30L:「It should be good since both Wen Li and her younger brother have a lot of musical talent. It's probably genetic, so it will definitely be passed down to the next generation.」

35L:「Even a microbe knows that genetics have probabilities. What if the child inherits Song Yan's genes?」

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55L:「You guys are so concerned about whether Salt Grain will have children or not. Hahaha, hilarious.」

The subsequent comments took a different direction.

「Am I the only one who doesn't mind whose genes the child inherits more? If they have a boy, they're my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and if they have a girl, they're my father-in-law and mother-in-law」

「+1, if I can't be their spouse, then I'll be their daughter-in-law or son-in-law!」

The discussion in the comments took a humorous turn, talking about waiting for an opportunity to be in a relationship with Salt Grain's children, but realizing that it would take at least twenty years, so it was better to take a detour. The person who posted the comment claimed to be single and was already waiting with a love number plate to become Xu Li's wife.

Later, it became a trending topic, and another wave of people flocked to Xu Li's Weibo, referring to him as their "husband" and requesting to receive a love number plate.

Xu Li rarely had the chance to meet his sister, but finally, on one occasion when they were having a meal together, he mentioned this to Wen Li.

"Can you not bring up me and Ah Yan in your conversations?" Xu Li said irritably.

Wen Li felt speechless. "I helped you gain more fans and you're not happy about it?"

Xu Li coldly snorted, "But I am gaining your fans."

"Aren't they fans? Are they fried dough sticks or something?"

"..."

A group of girls who barely reached adulthood would send him private messages saying "Hello, husband", and during every show, they would surround him and call him "husband".

If he wore a cold expression, they would say, "Husband is so cold and aloof". If he didn't, they would say, "Husband is so sweet and cute".

He was uncomfortable when they called him "brat" before, and now, without ever being in a relationship, he inexplicably became the "husband" of so many fans. He didn't know how to face this group of fan girls.

Xu Li pursed his lips, turned his face away, and ignored his sister.

During dinner, as usual, Grandfather asked about the recent work and life of the siblings.

"I'm shooting for a new movie soon," Wen Li directly spoke for Song Yan who was beside her, "He's also shooting."

"Are you working together?"

"No, we're working separately."

Grandfather said with some disappointment, "The spy war film you both made before was quite good. I thought you would collaborate again this time."

The theme of [Ice City] struck a chord with her grandfather. Compared to young people, he was closer to those difficult years and could resonate with the film. So after the movie was released, her grandfather even personally bought out several theaters and had Wen Yan spread the word, from the Xingyi headquarters in Yancheng to other branch offices in major cities, ensuring that all employees could watch the movie for free.

Many other companies organized similar activities to invite employees to watch the film, which indeed helped [Ice City] earn a substantial box office record.

"It's because we had a very good collaboration before, we need to be more cautious in the second collaboration," Wen Li said with a smiling face, "At least I don't want to disappoint you, Grandfather."

Wen Xingyi laughed heartily, "You make it sound like you two are making movies just for me, you talkative girl."

After asking his granddaughter, the old man turned to his grandson.

"Xiao Li, what about you?"

Xu Li replied, "I'm singing."

It was a simple and straightforward job. Wen Xingyi didn't understand singing, so he nodded without further inquiries about Xu Li's work and asked about his personal life instead, "And what about your love life? Have you found a girlfriend?"

Xu Li was about to say something when Wen Li interrupted, "Grandfather, you don't know, now many little girls call him 'husband'."

"Oh? Is that true?" Wen Xingyi was quite surprised, "Hey, you little brat, you seem to be quite passionate."

"..."

Xu Li, who had no experience in relationships despite being an adult, was suddenly labeled as being passionate.

After talking with his grandson, Wen Xingyi didn't forget his son.

Recently, Wen Zheng had a falling out with his girlfriend, so he didn't attend this family gathering. Hi criticism shifted towards his eldest son, Wen Yan.

"Even your nephew is more impressive than you," Wen Xingyi sneered at his eldest son, "You're over thirty and don't even have a girlfriend. How does it look good?"

Wen Li, on the side, covered her mouth, feeling secretly pleased and laughing happily. But Song Yan sighed for her.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wen Yan redirected the criticism towards Wen Li.

"Dad, it's useless for you to rush me. Why don't you just rush your granddaughter directly?" Wen Yan glanced at the young couple and smirked, "Ask them to give you a great-grandchild as soon as possible."

Before Wen Xingyi could speak, Wen Li preemptively responded, "I'm a career-oriented woman."

"..."

Wen Xingyi opened his mouth but could only say, "Well, then I'll try to live a few more years."

He looked at Wen Yan, "I'll try to live until you get married," then he looked at Wen Li and Song Yan, "and until you two have a child," and finally, he looked at Xu Li, "and until you settle down with a proper girlfriend."

The words made all three members of the Wen family present almost feel like they were being unfilial and bullying the elderly.

The career span of a female artist is short, and Wen Li wanted to focus on her career while she was still young, no matter who rushed her.

Fortunately, Song Yan was not too enthusiastic about having children, so the speculation about them having kids only caused a stir for a while before being quickly drowned out by new gossip.

Since the last time Wen Xingyi brought it up, he hadn't mentioned it again because he knew in his heart that his granddaughter had grown up, had her own family, and had her own career. He can't control her anymore.

It was only after few more years had passed, and Wen Li received her well-deserved Best Actress award, that the matter was brought up again.

But instead of mentioning it directly to his granddaughter, Wen Xingyi approached his grandson-in-law.

"Ah Yan," Wen Xingyi asked, "I know quite a few doctors, including specialists in men's health. How about you find some time to meet with one?"

The implication behind his words was quite clear.

They couldn't blame Wen Li for it, after all, she was part of the Wen family, and their hearts naturally leaned towards Wen Li's side.

Song Yan couldn't help but find it amusing and absurd. He didn't pay much attention to Wen Xingyi's words, but the topic was brought up again in a video call with his own parents.

Just like the Wen family, Song Yan's parent's thinking was also quite traditional.

Father Song was aloof and not good at dealing with his lively daughter-in-law. Seizing the opportunity while his daughter-in-law went to the bathroom during the call, he had been contemplating for a long time before finally hinting at his son, "Is there something wrong with you? Maybe you should go to the hospital for a check-up?"

There was still a lingering grievance between Wen Xingyi and Father Song. Wen Xingyi still feels guilty and didn't dare to provoke an argument. Father Song, on the other hand, was stubborn and unwilling to easily resolve the conflict. Except for major holidays, they avoided contact with each other. However, there seems to be a tacit understanding between the both them that if Wen Li and Song Yan didn't have children, their first reaction was to suspect that there was a problem on Song Yan's side.

Song Yan: "..."

Mother Song slapped her husband's arm, "What are you saying to our son?"

Father Song looked embarrassed and didn't say anything.

"It's up to them. Having children is the most tiring for any woman. We should consider Wen Xiaomei's wishes first. Mom is not in a hurry," Mother Song said, "Besides, you two are still young. It's good to enjoy a few more years of just the two of you."

Just as Wen Li came back, she coincidentally heard her mother-in-law's words and immediately put on a proud expression.

Seeing her like this, Song Yan smiled and hung up the phone, beckoning her to come over.

Wen Li walked over and sat down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

She asked knowingly, with a pleasant tone, "Just had a call with your parents?"

"Yeah," Song Yan pinched her nose and whispered, "You're really spoiled."

Whether it was his family or her family, they both adored her so much.

Wen Li raised her chin proudly and hugged Song Yan's arm, "It's okay, they all spoil me, and I spoil you."

Song Yan looked at her and lazily made a sound of agreement.

"So, what about after we have children?"

Wen Li replied confidently, "I'll still spoil you the most."

After a while, he asked again, "Who do you love the most?"

Wen Li chuckled, feeling that this man was sometimes stubbornly childish, and this childishness was something only she could see.

When she smiled, her eyes curved. Normally, she liked to argue, but at certain times, she knew how to speak, and every sweet word she said could deeply touch Song Yan's heart.

She embraced his neck and said, "I love you the most, of course."

Song Yan fell for it and involuntarily smiled.

Poor baby, who hadn't even appeared in this world yet, not even as an embryo. Just because Dad was worried about losing his place in Mom's heart, the baby was already seen as an "enemy" by Dad.