The Goddess's Personal Doctor

On the plane, Yang Yu took the opportunity to quickly catch up on Deng Xiaohui's songs and thought that Deng Xiaohui was quite talented, but still lagged behind Nicole.

Of course, the main issue was that the company's songwriters and composers wrote songs that didn't suit her voice well.

Her voice, while sweet, carried a slight hoarseness and a touch of magnetism within its sweetness.

The constant sweet songs written for her by the lyricists and composers completely stripped her voice of its distinctive magnetism.

If I were to write a song for her myself, I would never make such a mistake.

However, the truth is, lyricists and composers always write the melody first and then choose the suitable singer; rarely does anyone write a song specifically for a singer.

Unless the singer can create themselves.

"You sing well, it's just that these songs don't quite suit you," Yang Yu said as he casually picked up a pen and paper and began writing.

Deng Xiaohui watched Yang Yu compose on the spot, and she was completely stunned: "Yang... Wen An, you can write songs too?"

"Not bad," Yang Yu replied with a smile, "I can't do other types, but I'm still capable of writing some ancient style songs from Xia Country. I'll write you an ancient style song now, give it a try. If you like it, we can release it as a new song. If not, forget it."

Yang Yu continued to write, and at first, Deng Xiaohui didn't take it seriously, thinking Yang Yu was just showing off in front of her because of an itch in his fingers.

Big bosses always have that small, damnable vanity in front of their subordinates.

Besides, how good can a song written so casually be?

Bear in mind, lyricists and composers usually spend a long, long time crafting a song, while Yang Yu casually scribbled one on the plane; you can imagine the quality.

"Done," Yang Yu said as he handed the song to Deng Xiaohui, who took it out of courtesy and then froze again.

Regardless of how the melody was, just looking at the lyrics, without a strong foundation in ancient Xia language literature and poetry, it's impossible to write such magnificent and unparalleled lyrics!

Every line of this song seemed to come from different Tang and Song poems, yet when combined together, there wasn't a sense of forced piecing. Instead, it had a natural and incredible beauty, as if these poems were originally meant to be one.

The lyrics alone are already this exceptional; presumably, the melody won't be lacking either.

Deng Xiaohui hummed along softly to the tune and soon became captivated by it, beginning to study how to interpret this song to match those excellent ancient-style lyrics.

It wasn't until the plane landed that Deng Xiaohui snapped out of her trance and looked at Yang Yu with utmost admiration: "Wen An, you're truly remarkable."

Yang Yu responded with a slight smile, "Not too bad, as long as you like it."

Wen Yun walked over with a slight smile and asked, "What's up with Wen An?"

Deng Xiaohui handed over the ancient-style song written by Yang Yu to Wen Yun, "Mr. Wen, Wen An wrote me a song, take a look."

Though not a professional, Wen Yun was also startled by the song's lyrics: "Xiaohui, this song could absolutely explode!"

"Yeah, yeah," Deng Xiaohui was equally excited, "Once we return to the company, we'll immediately get someone to arrange and record it!"

"Let's go get our luggage first," Wen Yun suggested, "I also have a pet being shipped over."

As soon as Yang Yu laid eyes on the cat named Hua Hua, his gaze turned icy.

However, he quickly returned to his usual expression and smiled at Wen Yun, "This cat is quite cute. I like playing with cats too, let me hold it."

"You like cats too?" Wen Yun skeptically asked, "Really? I've never seen you play with a cat."

"I have a little white dog at home, you wouldn't know?" Yang Yu said with a huff, "Cats and dogs are all the same."

"Alright," Wen Yun replied, handing Hua Hua to Yang Yu, "She's a bit shy, don't scare her."

"Absolutely not, right, Hua Hua?" Yang Yu beamed at the cat, who meowed at him and obediently climbed into Yang Yu's hands.

"Yang Yu, what do you want?" Deacon Bai, in the body of the cat Ni Ya, communicated spiritually with Yang Yu, "Do you want to kill me?"

"No," Yang Yu replied, also using spiritual power to communicate with Ni Ya, "Though I don't know your purpose, you haven't harmed Wen Yun all this time, and I owe you for that. Also, last time when Deacon Hei came looking for you, it seemed you weren't planning it together."

"Do you trust me that much?" Ni Ya sneered, "If I really intended harm towards Wen Yun, you'd have no time to cry."

"You're just a cat now, what's there to fear?" Yang Yu retorted, "Wen Yun has the protective talisman I gave her; you can't take over her body. But I still choose to trust that you mean her no harm."

Ni Ya fell silent for a long while before continuing the conversation: "Yang Yu, I've finally figured out why so many people choose to work for you. With your generosity and tolerance, there's hardly anyone in this world who can compare. Rest assured, I swear by my soul that I will never do anything harmful to Wen Yun."

"There you are!" Qin Busan arrived with a large group of people and then paused, "Why isn't Yang Yu here?"

"He's very busy, you know," Wen Yun didn't disclose to Qin Busan about Yang Yu turning into Yang Wen An, "Let me introduce you, this is Deng Xiaohui's bodyguard, Yang Wen An. Wen An, this is Qin Busan, young master of the Qin family from Xiang Island."

"Hello."

"Hello."

Qin Busan and Yang Yu shook hands, both reading into the other's eyes and understanding something.

Qin Busan is a smart person, and naturally, smart people don't need to say much.

"Mr. Qin, you're being too courteous," said a heavily made-up woman beside Qin Busan, looking dismissively at Yang Yu, "He's just a bodyguard, yet you're shaking hands with him, lowering your own status."

Yang Yu glanced at the woman, snorted, and said nothing more.

This woman was Xu Yingqing, the top singer from Fang Family Entertainment Company and the leading female pop star in Hong Kong; her arrogance was undoubtedly apparent.

Just as Qin Busan was about to lose his temper, Wen Yun quickly intervened, "Indeed, Wen An is just a bodyguard; Mr. Qin should keep some distance."

Qin Busan understood the meaning behind Wen Yun's words, glanced coldly at Xu Yingqing, and said no more, "Let's go, let's check in at Kyoto Hotel together."

The group drove to Kyoto Hotel as the awards ceremony was being held there.

An hour later, they got out of the car at the hotel's entrance.

Just as they alighted, a group of men in suits and sunglasses surrounded Yang Yu and the others.

Infuriated, Qin Busan immediately rushed forth with his bodyguards, shouting angrily in Japanese, "What do you idiots want?"