Chapter Thirteen: The Finished Song

“Hey, thanks, Uncle Wei.”

On the way back, Yunxue suddenly received a phone call.

After hanging up, her mood visibly brightened. “Chen Jiang, Uncle Wei said the arrangement is done. He’s already sent over the finished track.”

“Want to listen to it together?”

“Sure.” Chen Jiang was curious too—he wondered how this version would differ from the one in their previous life.

But considering the top-tier music producer’s expertise, it probably wouldn’t be much different.

Upon arriving at Yunxue’s home, she pulled out her laptop.

Opening the file Uncle Wei sent, the music began to play, and Yunxue’s voice followed along.

After a listen, Chen Jiang was quite satisfied.

Truly worthy of a top industry producer—the quality was no less than the previous version!

“How do you think you sang it?”

Chen Jiang asked Yunxue.

Yunxue widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous. “Is that really me singing?”

“Really. I told you, your voice suits this song perfectly,” Chen Jiang smiled.

“Thank you, Chen Jiang. I honestly thought I was going to fail completely. Luckily, I met you,” Yunxue said, her eyes filled with genuine gratitude.

“You’re welcome. A good song deserves the right voice, and I’m not without a share either. The more people listen to your song, the more I earn,” Chen Jiang waved his hand casually.

“You’re such a good person!” Yunxue said earnestly.

Chen Jiang quickly stopped her, “Don’t say that so casually, it makes me sound like a clown.”

Yunxue smiled sweetly, dimples appearing on her cheeks. “Alright, I said you’re a good person, okay?”

Chen Jiang was momentarily captivated by the sight.

Yunxue’s smile was beautiful, like a flower finally blossoming.

Feeling Chen Jiang’s steady gaze, Yunxue suddenly felt shy.

“Meow~”

At that moment, a plump orange cat rubbed against Chen Jiang’s leg.

Its meow shattered the slightly intimate atmosphere.

“Hmm? Little Orange, what’s wrong?” Chen Jiang looked at it curiously.

The fluffy cat’s face wore a pitiful expression.

“Did you not feed it?” Chen Jiang asked Yunxue.

Yunxue blinked. “No, I use an automatic feeder every day. It definitely hasn’t gone hungry.”

“I get it, it’s craving canned food. I haven’t fed it canned food in days. That used to be its favorite; it must be craving it now.”

Chen Jiang reached out, pretending to hit it, and the chubby orange cat scurried away.

“Getting that fat and still wanting canned food? It’s almost like a pig,” Yunxue pouted.

“Yeah, last time I took it to the vet, the doctor said the same. He said orange cats tend to be a bit overweight, but this one’s size is abnormal even among orange cats,” Chen Jiang agreed.

“Chen Jiang, why don’t you stay for lunch at my place today?” Yunxue suddenly said.

“I’m not good at cooking for one,” she added, eyes sparkling as if she’d just had an idea.

“How about you come eat at my place every day? I’ll cook for you.”

“Ah?” Chen Jiang’s eyes widened, a little stunned. “Is that okay?”

“You’re living alone, and so am I. It’s hard to cook just for one, so I usually order takeout or eat out,” Yunxue explained.

“We can be each other’s meal buddies, sharing meals together. How about it?”

“That sounds good,” Chen Jiang nodded, having no objections.

He thought to himself, always eating out at home isn’t very healthy.

Having Yunxue, a talented cook, prepare meals daily would be wonderful.

“I’ll pay you a meal fee every month. Make sure to keep track so you don’t forget,” Chen Jiang reminded her.

“Okay. If I’m not home to cook, I’ll message you in advance. And if you don’t come for a meal, you have to let me know too,” Yunxue said seriously, nodding.

“Deal.”

And so, Chen Jiang and Yunxue happily became meal partners, sharing lunches every day.

“What do you want for lunch?” Yunxue asked.

“Anything’s fine. You decide,” Chen Jiang said casually.

“Alright, if you have any special cravings, just tell me. I’ll cook it for you,” Yunxue added.

Chen Jiang smiled at Yunxue, who was already planning what to cook for lunch.

This girl was truly warm-hearted!

“Want me to accompany you to buy groceries at noon?” Chen Jiang asked.

“No need,” Yunxue shook her head. “I just buy things near the neighborhood. It’s convenient to ride my electric scooter.”

“I’ve wanted to cook at home for a long time, but it’s hard alone,” Chen Jiang said.

“Well, I’m heading back now. Call me if you need help at noon,” Chen Jiang said.

“Okay.”

Back at his own place, Chen Jiang checked the writer assistant platform.

The novel’s word count had nearly reached thirty thousand.

Though still small, the readership was gradually growing.

Most comments were criticizing Chen Jiang’s writing as “short and weak.”

He checked the favorites count—there were several hundred already.

In recent days, he had studied the exposure mechanism of the YueDian Reading platform.

His novel had entered the new book recommendation list, so most readers probably came from there.

“The Secret” had been updated with a custom cover designed by Chen Jiang, making the book’s detail page much more appealing.

[Editor Da Xian, YueDian]: Jianghe, I checked your recent reads from the day before yesterday—they have reached the threshold for the first round of recommendations.

[Editor Da Xian]: Usually, novels with this word count hardly get any readers. Yours gained all those naturally.

[Editor Da Xian]: For a non-fanfiction genre, that’s practically a miracle!

The first round of recommendations would be released next week.

Chen Jiang was stunned.

According to YueDian’s recommendation rules, two days ago his book hadn’t been exposed in the library yet, and the word count was still pitifully low.

Unexpectedly, the read-through numbers had reached the first round recommendation data for the fantasy category!

It could only be said that “The Secret” was truly powerful!

[Jianghe]: Thanks for your concern, Editor!

Meanwhile, in the YueDian Literature office in Magic City.

Inside the office, Editor Da Xian saw Jianghe’s reply and quickly responded, [It’s my duty!]

He glanced at the backend data and was in high spirits.

In just a few days, the read-through data had already surpassed 100!

And that was only the data from the day before yesterday.

Now, “The Secret” had accumulated over 800 favorites.

Da Xian estimated today’s read-through numbers would be at least half of the favorites.

If the quality continued, the book’s achievements would surely exceed ten thousand subscriptions!

If the trend held, his performance for next year was practically secured.

“No, I have to find some chapters to promote for Jianghe,” Da Xian thought.

With Jianghe doing so well, as the editor, he couldn’t afford to drop the ball!