"What gives you the right to say I can’t sing, is music yours?" Luo Xiaoqian stood up agitatedly from the piano bench, "Let me tell you, Leng Zimo, just because you’re a big shot doesn’t mean you can boss me around, everyone in this world has the right to sing!"
"Fine then!" Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the door, "I’ll give you a chance, if you can get through the next round, I’ll make you famous!"
"I don’t need your help, I’ll become famous on my own!" Luo Xiaoqian yelled.
Leng Zimo stopped in his tracks and turned his face to look at her, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely sure!" she said.
"Good!" Leng Zimo turned away, "I’ll be watching!"
"Leng Zimo!" she challenged provocatively, "Do you dare to make a bet?"
"What’s the bet?" A glint of interest flashed in his eyes.
"If I can become famous without your influence, you give me freedom, and you can’t make things difficult for Xu Xia anymore," Luo Xiaoqian said.
Challenge her?
She’s got guts!
"And if you lose?" Leng Zimo’s pupils constricted.
"Then..." Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, which were still slightly sore, "Then I’ll be your lover for free, until you get sick of me!"
Leng Zimo stepped closer, his dark eyes fixed on her face.
Despite her assertive demeanor, Luo Xiaoqian, smelling the increasingly close chocolate scent on him, subconsciously took a step back; the piano was behind her, and there was no place to retreat.
"I’ll take that bet," he raised his hand to pinch her chin, "but I’ll only give you three months. If within three months, you can secure a spot as a second-tier singer, you win. If you fail, then you’ll stay by my side forever, until you die. Luo Xiaoqian, do you dare to bet?"
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