Chapter 161: Old Leng, Do You Want a Song?

In the following days, everyone in the industry waited to see what Bai Ling would do next. Naturally, those with a good relationship with her, such as Leng Yan and Wen Huaiyu, took the initiative to call and check on the situation. None of them were particularly concerned about Bai Ling offending Wang Dagang.

"Bai Ling, don't worry," Aunt Wen Huaiyu told her. "Although my family doesn't have much influence in the film industry, we still carry some weight. If you need help, just come to me. I will definitely help you!"

Wen Huaiyu truly liked Bai Ling—she was beautiful, talented, and had a limitless future. The Wen family was not to be trifled with; if they intervened, they could certainly resolve Bai Ling's crisis. However, Bai Ling had not been pushed to such an extremity, so she politely declined the offer.

"Aunt Wen, it's unnecessary. Everything is fine. It’s just Wang Dagang; he isn't enough to have any real impact on me."

Seeing this, Wen Huaiyu said nothing more. This was what she liked about Bai Ling: she seemed lazy and indifferent to worldly disputes on the surface, but her character was remarkably resilient—more so than many men. In this day and age, men—especially those in the entertainment industry—were often more delicate and fragile than women. It was a sign of declining moral standards. She did not know, of course, that a young man’s soul also resided within Bai Ling.

Leng Yan, on the other hand, was more direct. "Why don't you just stop acting? Different fields are like different mountains. No matter how capable Wang Dagang is, he can't touch the music industry. Your primary talent is in music; don't ruin your potential. Listen to your big brother—let's just quit."

He had started calling himself "big brother" at some point. Bai Ling was more curious about how he could utter such emotionally charged words while remaining completely expressionless. It confirmed that Leng Yan’s "cold-faced" persona wasn't just an act; his facial muscles were truly naturally rigid.

"Leng, don't stir up trouble. I'm hanging up... By the way, old Leng, do you want a new song? If you do, give me a sign, and I'll send it over tonight."

"Squeak?"

Bai Ling burst into laughter. "Good one! I'll get you the song tonight."

Leng Yan muttered, "What’s wrong with you, girl? I used to chase you for songs and you wouldn't give them to me, and now you're just handing one over? Are you feeling alright?"

Bai Ling rolled her eyes. "I'm going to write the song. Take it or leave it."

Leng Yan chuckled. "Don't be like that, girl. I misspoke. By the way, when will you fulfill your promise to visit my place? My daughter can't wait."

Bai Ling thought for a moment. "In a couple of days. Once I finish handling these matters."

Leng Yan nodded. "That works."

That night, Bai Ling "borrowed" a song from the Dimensional KTV and sent it to Leng Yan. When Leng Yan saw the title, he was stunned. He immediately wanted to send a 60-second voice message to ask for an explanation. Was the title a bit too unconventional? It felt a bit much. However, after thinking it over, he realized Bai Ling wasn't one to pull silly stunts. He began to patiently study the lyrics and the composition.

"Good grief, this is impressive. As expected, it’s that familiar feeling and flavor."

Leng Yan knew Bai Ling wasn't one to idle. That night, he sat at the piano in his living room and began to play and sing. Just as he was fully immersed, a little cutie who looked like a porcelain doll ran over holding a smartphone.

"Daddy, Daddy! A bad uncle is scolding big sister! Look, look!" The little girl poked the screen with her tiny finger.

Leng Yan asked, "Nannan, can you read all those words? Did Mommy read them to you? Let Daddy see."

He picked her up and looked at the screen. Although his daughter was only four or five, she was the child of a celebrity and had no shortage of educational resources. She had learned to read quite a few characters at a young age and was very skilled at using a phone. That was how she had discovered Bai Ling and become her little fan.

The screen showed a social media account, lingering on a post by a high-profile influencer. Leng Yan looked closely and realized his daughter was looking at a post by Wang Dagang.

"Upholding one's own bottom line is a basic requirement for creativity! Bai Ling's meaningless and reckless adaptation of my work is not only trampling on my dignity but also ignoring the industry's bottom line. I hereby declare that from today on, I will defend my rights to the end. I will use legal means to punish any insults and defamation!"

That was the content of the post. But what really made Leng Yan’s daughter angry was the comment Wang Dagang had left under his own post: "What level is she? Is she even worthy of adapting my script?"

Leng Yan chuckled softly. "This guy really thinks highly of himself."

He understood why Bai Ling had given him the song, but he hadn't expected his turn to step onto the stage to come so soon. Returning the phone to Nannan, he said, "Sweetie, go play with Mommy for a while. Daddy is going to record a song to help you and big sister get back at him, okay?"

The little one beamed, gave Leng Yan a kiss on the cheek, and ran off to find her mother. Leng Yan took out his phone and began to record.

Half an hour later, a video appeared on Leng Yan's social media feed. His follower count was significant. Coupled with the recent release of his new song "Moonlight" and the buzz surrounding the "Doraemon" character covering his works on *Guess Who I Am*, he was a hot topic.

Of course, Leng Yan himself hated the *Guess Who I Am* show. He had been "instantly killed" in the competition—what was there to say? That "Doraemon" definitely had some backing. Everyone thought the same; no one thought Leng Yan was bad, just that he was unlucky.

This time, as soon as Leng Yan posted the update and had his agent notify his fan groups, people immediately flocked to show their support.

"Leng rarely posts; what's he up to?"
"Oh, it's a short video."
"What's the meaning of this?"
"Look at the title: 'New Song'! Holy cow!"
"What the hell? Is Leng’s output this high now? Even a sow would be speechless."
"Seriously, this is the third new song in less than a month? That’s too exaggerated!"
"Damn, it's another song by Bai Ling. I knew it, Bai Ling is the one with the high output."
"Anyway, I'm listening first!"
"Go, go, go! Family, time to listen to the song!"