Novel Full Chapter 220
Chapter 220 – I Want To Discuss It With You
“……That’s the situation. What do you think we should do?” At the dining table, Mo Fei rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Yang Yi.
Niu Meiling brought up the long friendship between the two, and then sighed as she “confessed” to Mo Fei about the company’s difficulties over the past two years. Finally, she presented the contract she wanted Mo Fei to renew. However, it was no longer the top-tier contract that Mo Fei had originally signed.
Of course, she wasn’t too unreliable either, nor did she try to deceive Mo Fei with some misleading long-term contract for newcomers. This contract was better than the one signed by Zhen Zhen and was considered as the second-tier contract just below the top-tier one. However, the duration was not short. Originally supposed to be five years, it was changed to seven years by Niu Meiling!
However, Mo Fei didn’t know why, but recently she felt that Niu Meiling’s smile was a bit insincere. Mo Fei felt that Sister Ling was no longer as kind and friendly as before, nor a teacher and friend. Instead, she felt that there seemed to be some distance between them.
Although she was still reminded of the good memories by the previous friendship that Niǔ Měilíng brought up, when she saw this contract, Mo Fei came to her senses and her mind became very calm.
As Sister Ling said, the operation of the company was in trouble and required her to share the joys and sorrows together. So, it seemed that the second-tier contract was not impossible to sign.
However, Mo Fei vaguely felt something was wrong.
Her contract actually still has nearly a year left before expiration, so why did Sister Ling suddenly become anxious? Could it be that someone was trying to dig her up?1
But Sister Ling should know that Mo Fei has always been loyal to Tianmei!
When she successfully reached the top of the Platinum Record back then, there were other major record companies who wanted to poach her and develop her as their pillar artist. The terms they offered were amazing, even by today’s standards, but Murphy still chose to stay and immediately renewed her contract with Tianmei, which was the top-tier contract.
Mo Fei didn’t want to think too badly of Niu Meiling, after all, Sister Ling was her mentor2. So, he couldn’t figure out the reason behind all this.
Fortunately, Mo Fei wasn’t stupid, and she was a bit clever.
In moments of indecision, Mo Fei chose to put the renewal request on hold instead of impulsively signing the contract in the midst of Niu Meiling’s tearful persuasion.
That evening, Mo Fei didn’t have the intention of working overtime to record songs. Instead, she called Yang Yi to come and pick her up. After dinner, she brought up the matter and discussed it with Yang Yi.
“Why are you asking me?” Yang Yi asked somewhat unexpectedly.
“Can’t I discuss it with you?” Mo Fei bit her lip and asked glumly.3
“Of course, you can. I’m happy to help you in any way I can” Yang Yi smiled. “But when it comes to matters with Tianmei, don’t you usually discuss with Xiaojuan?”
“If I ask Xiaojuan, she will definitely say not to sign the contract with Sister Ling. Xiaojuan has a big prejudice against Sister Ling, Jian Chuo, and the management of the company. I know she is doing it for my own good, but I hope you can also give me some good advice” Mo Fei said.
Unfortunately, Mo Fei didn’t know that the person she was asking had long been persuaded by Mo Xiaojuan to join her camp…
But Yang Yi didn’t directly give Mo Fei an answer. He asked, “What do you think? Do you want to stay with Tianmei?”
Mo Fei hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, and said, “If the company is not as bad as I worry about, if Sister Ling and others haven’t become so terrible, I still hope to stay at Tianmei. After all, they have helped me a lot before.”
“In fact, you can see it very clearly. It’s just that you don’t want to admit it in your heart. Sister Ling is no longer the Sister Ling you knew before, and this company hasn’t been treating you as well as before, right?” Yang Yi smiled slightly and said straightforwardly.
“For example, when you returned, what songs did they choose for your album? Haven’t you realized it yet?”
Mo Fei bit her lower lip and her face darkened.
“For another example, regarding the meeting you mentioned to me before. Mu Li’ang wrote 12 songs for you, but they wanted to take them all away…”
“Just most, not all,” Mo Fei weakly defended.
“You silly girl.” Yang Yi grabbed Mo Fei’s hand, wrapped it in his big hand, and whispered, “What’s the difference between taking most or all? More importantly, didn’t you tell me that Sister Ling didn’t speak up for you but instead advised you to compromise?”
Mo Fei nodded lightly.
“Your Sister Ling has long not been thinking about your best interests. Why do you still want to think about doing good for them? Why do you want to compromise and sign a bad contract for yourself?” Yang Yi asked.
Mo Fei felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she still lowered her head and said softly, “Because I can only be considered a third or fourth-tier star right now, and I don’t qualify for a top contract. Also, the company’s situation isn’t good.”
“Tianmei’s situation is very good. At least not as bad as Sister Ling deceived you to believe!” Yang Yi said firmly, “And I think your Sister Ling knows whether you’re qualified for a top contract or not. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so persistent in trying to renew your contract in advance. Isn’t it because she’s afraid that once your new album comes out, you’ll become popular again?”
It seemed as if a thin film had been punctured…
Yang Yi’s series of rhetorical questions completely shattered Mo Fei’s last bit of luck in human nature, allowing her to understand the facts she had previously been unwilling to believe.
Yang Yi’s hand was tightly held by Murphy, and she looked hesitant. “What should I do then? What if the company insists on forcing me to sign the contract?”
“Do you still want to stay in Tianmei now?” Yang Yi asked again.
Mo Fei nodded gently, then shook her head.
“I don’t want to leave, but I don’t want to renew my contract with Sister Ling either,” Mo Fei said. She was now very confused about her future.
“Then you can just wait for the contract to end, and then we can start our own studio and put your name on it” Yang Yi gently rubbed Mo Fei’s hand and said, “We can open it in Tingshan District, find some people specifically to serve you. You can stay at home, I’ll take Xixi to kindergarten and take you to work, then pick you up in the evening. You don’t need to rush to commercial performances or announcement. You just need to sing your song well, hold concerts, or choose some favorite variety shows to play in…”
Mo Fei was tempted by the picture that Yang Yi painted for her, she really looked forward to such a life. In the past few months, she was tired of flying to unfamiliar cities every day, or returning to a house without her daughter or Yang Yi by her side every night, she felt very lonely…
The daily life that Yang Yi described to her was the life she wanted to live. She even forgot about her bond with Tianmei and Sister Ling, and seriously considered this possibility.
“But if I don’t go to commercial performances, how will I make money? I don’t have much savings left from before, and living abroad with Xixi was expensive… I may not able to support the studio for a few months” Mo Fei asked worriedly.
Yang Yi couldn’t help laughing. Mo Fei really asked a question she shouldn’t worried about. ．
“There’s still me! Silly girl, you’re with me now, aren’t my money yours too?” Yang Yi asked.
“Your money? Do you have a lot of money?” Mo Fei asked confusedly. She actually had never really thought about money management. Money was just a row of numbers in her bank account. Even after being with Yang Yi, she never thought about taking her boyfriend’s bank card like other women and managing it for him.
In her impression, Yang Yi might be a little more financially comfortable than before when he was working, but he still had to manage the coffee shop and take care of Xixi. How much money could he have left over?