Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 107 Sissi's Gift

"911——"

Zhou Wenqiong snatched the document, startled, her eyes scanning the large print on the first page.

Upon opening it, my fingertips lingered on "Porsche 911" and that astonishing string of numbers, and I instantly felt it was burning hot.

She suddenly looked up at Chen Minghua, her eyes full of questions. "This...this is..."

"Cough cough,"

Chen Minghua coughed twice, his "good guy" persona returning, "That's right, it's a gift for you two. Back in May, when you bought the Santana, I was an accomplice."

His face was full of admiration. "Your brother said the Santana was just a transitional car. Now that we're making money, we have to give you guys something you like."

The car was paid for by Era Records as a deposit – this was a kind of exchange of benefits, and Chen Minghua was definitely happy. The deeper the connection, the more exclusive we would be when they release records in the future.

"How did they know to buy this?" Zhou Wenqiong asked, dumbfounded, while Liu Xiaoli also looked incredulous.

Chen Minghua, seeing Da Meili's stunned expression, continued, "Your two kids said that a beautiful woman with a luxury car is what's truly stylish. They even decided on the color. It's that convertible you were eyeing when you were buying your car..."

After saying that, he pointed to the price on the screen—two million.

This number gripped Da Meili's heart tightly—she felt a surge of emotion mixed with heartache.

What touched me was how generous the two little ones were to me.

Sisi is one thing.

But Zhou Xiaobai had only been adopted for less than a year when he was willing to spend his first big income on himself.

Even a biological mother wouldn't be this willing, let alone a younger brother who isn't related by blood.

What's heartbreaking is how many albums this will have to sell?

But this money... shouldn't it have been ours to spend?

However, we've suffered such a huge blow today, is this considered an apology?

Is this a case of slapping someone and then giving them a treat?

"Fine, the car's already ordered." Da Meili gritted her teeth and tried to salvage the situation: "When you guys get back... I'll spare you a few spanks for the sake of this car!"

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other and smiled, instantly understanding each other.

"When will the car arrive?" Zhou Wenqiong's voice had returned to calm, her face filled with anticipation.

"The car dealership said it would take about six months, around November," Chen Minghua explained. He added, "If you want to register your car there by then, the dealership will send it over."

After an explanation,

Having accepted the gift and tasted the dates, we finally got back to the main topic.

As the person in charge of publicity, Li Jun presented the event schedule and began to introduce it: "According to the company's original plan, Yu Ying was to host this press conference." He looked at Yang Yu Ying and smiled, "However, as Xixi's parents and someone deeply involved in this album, I think the hosting duties can be handled by you. What do you think?"

"I'll do it," Zhou Wenqiong said firmly, her eyes shining.

Thinking of Zhou Xiaobai's instructions on the phone just now, and knowing that they had already brought the food to my table, how could I face them if I didn't even open my mouth?

Like father, like son; now it's time for me to step up.

Since her cousin had volunteered, Liu Xiaoli didn't argue. They were all family, and there was no need to distinguish between them. Besides, being a host wouldn't be a difficult task for Zhou Wenqiong.

Yang Yuying opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Originally, her appearance on stage was on the condition that Zhou Xiaobai made when he wrote the song for her—to support Liu Qianqian's press conference.

But now the situation has changed; with the parents present, she is no longer arguing about it.

However, she has her own way of repaying the favor—Liu Qianqian will be a special guest at her next concert.

Next, the group discussed the script and process.

The content of media interviews is basically prepared in advance; you can simply read it from the script.

However, reporters will inevitably ask unplanned questions, requiring them to prepare in advance.

Having been on stage for so many years, Liu Xiaoli has seen countless events, big and small, so this kind of press conference is naturally no problem for her.

After the business was finished and the meeting was about to end, Chen Minghua took out a VCD and said mysteriously, "Ms. Liu, I really envy you." Although they were usually familiar with each other, he used a respectful term at this moment.

Liu Xiaoli asked in confusion, "Didn't you just express your envy?" When they were talking about cars earlier, Chen Minghua did lament that his child had graduated from university two years ago and still only knew how to spend money.

"No, that's not it," Chen Minghua said, waving the VCD in his hand. "It's a gift your daughter prepared separately and asked me to give it to you."

Li Jun, who was standing to the side, also became serious—he was a witness to the making of this gift.

Liu Xiaoli was puzzled—it's just a disc, isn't it?

Zhou Wenqiong was even more vigilant—would this little niece be up to something again?

Yang Yuying's eyes widened—she had already experienced the power of the "Little Tyrant" firsthand, and she was afraid of another mishap!

Chen Minghua said no more, turned off the lights, and turned on the playback equipment in the conference room.

A moment later, the projector lit up and a sound came through.

But the scene that met their eyes made everyone laugh again—

In the video, Liu Qianqian was singing with deep emotion, "I can't see her smiling face anymore..." when Zhou Xiaobai stopped her.

"Sisi, this isn't right. You need to sing with emotion. Think about how hard your mother has worked, think about how good she is." He started scolding her directly. "What you're singing isn't about emotion, it's about not knowing where the emotion is. We need to sing with tears in our eyes."

"But I'm happy, I can't cry... How about I pinch you?" Liu Qianqian pouted, then suddenly pinched him hard—but all that came was Zhou Xiaobai's scream: "You idiot! If you want to cry, pinch yourself!"

"Oh! I'm afraid of pain." Liu Qianqian blinked her big eyes, showing no remorse.

Zhou Xiaobai, though furious, dared not speak out, and could only offer a suggestion: "I have a way." He then turned and shouted off-screen, "Mr. Li, do you have pepper spray? Give her a couple of drops..."

As expected, Zhou Xiaobai got beaten up.

The video continued playing, and the time displayed was one week later.

Liu Qianqian lowered her head, her voice low and filled with indescribable heartache: "Mom, I've grown up. Thank you for not abandoning me. From now on, I'll take you flying—"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.

Her voice choked with sobs: "Mom... I love you. You have me... you have my brother... you have my aunt... you have your grandparents... you're not alone... I hope you're happy every day..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli's eyes welled up with tears.

She understood what her daughter was saying.

Thinking back on all the sacrifices I've made alone over the years, I used to think my daughter wouldn't understand, and that she would only be mischievous.

At that moment, she really wanted to hug her daughter in the video, but her limbs were weak and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhou Wenqiong was also in tears.

She understood her niece's words and reached out to hug her limp cousin tightly...

Liu Qianqian's voice continued: "I practiced this song for a long time, and I cried every time I sang it. But my younger brother always said I was heartless and that I was faking my tears. I hit him—"

In the video, she smiled gently and said, "This is 'Dawn Breaks,' a gift for my mother."

As the words were spoken, the screen gradually darkened...