Chapter 127: Finally Getting Engaged (2)

"I do!"

As Qin Nuanyu spoke these words, the entire square erupted in cheers. At the same time, night fell, and countless fireworks roared into the sky, illuminating the heavens with a brilliant display.

"Look, what is that?"
"It's a helicopter! They're scattering something!"
"It's rose petals! My God, it's actually rose petals! A rain of roses! Oh my god, I can't handle this—it's just too beautiful."
"If a man ever did this for me, my heart would belong to him for the rest of my life."

The breathtaking fireworks, the fragrant rain of petals, and Yang Xiaofan’s heartfelt proposal—everything was perfectly, exquisitely romantic. It was arguably the most enviable proposal in the entire world. Under the gaze of thousands, Yang Xiaofan placed the engagement ring onto Qin Nuanyu’s finger.

On every livestream, the comment sections were flooded.

"Long live the brother-in-law!"
"Congratulations, brother-in-law, on securing the bride."
"Waaah... my dream girl is getting married. I'm heartbroken!"
"Looks like I’ll have to compete for the spot of the 'third wheel' now."
"You guys fight for third; I’ll be happy just being the fourth."

The proposal had ended, but the stories surrounding it were far from over. First, every short-video platform was flooded with clips of the event. People expressed admiration, reverence, or even cynicism regarding the perceived wastefulness. Some even started online forums just to speculate on how much money Yang Xiaofan had spent. Each detail provided endless fodder for the night’s netizens.

Beyond that, the top twenty trending searches on the Baidu hot list were dominated by topics related to the wedding. Even the song Yang Xiaofan had composed for the occasion quickly climbed to the top of every major music platform. It was simply incredible—possessing the classic feel of an old ballad while infused with modern trends, it perfectly showcased Yang Xiaofan’s profound talent for songwriting.

This evening, the surprises Yang Xiaofan delivered were simply too many.

Zhao Liufang was the first to call. "Mr. Yang, I never imagined you were such a talented singer! Incredible! Truly amazing! That song is already topping all the music charts. I’m stunned! Just how many hidden talents do you have? I feel like there’s nothing you can’t do."

Yang Xiaofan chuckled lightly. "I have plenty of talents. If you knew them all, you wouldn't be able to handle it."

"Brother Yang, don't say another word. I want to buy the rights to this song for 100 million. Are you willing?"

"Buy the rights? Uh, let's forget it. It's just a mediocre song; I’d feel guilty taking 100 million from you for it."

"Mediocre? You call this mediocre? My goodness, do you have any idea how big this song is? It’s already had over three million streams in just one hour, and it’s still exploding! I estimate it will hit at least twenty million within twenty-four hours."

Yang Xiaofan was taken aback. "It can't be that exaggerated, right? Are you pulling my leg?"

"Pulling your leg? Why would I do that? You have to realize it’s only five or six in the evening; the sun just went down, and many people haven't even finished work yet. Once they clock out, it’ll be peak traffic. Then you'll see just how terrifyingly popular your song really is. It’s going to keep climbing until it makes you question reality."

"Uh... alright then."

In truth, Yang Xiaofan had expected his song to be a hit. With the "God-Making Project" backing him, it would have been strange if it hadn't been. He just hadn't expected it to be quite this extreme. However, even knowing his song would be such a sensation, he didn't feel overly excited. Had this been in the past, when he was just an ordinary nobody, he would have been overwhelmed with joy at the fame and fortune. But now, he was short of neither.

"Are you selling the rights? I want to use it as the end-title track for my upcoming film. It’s perfect for highlighting the love between the protagonists."

"Fine, take it."

"I’ll transfer the 100 million right now. From now on, only you are allowed to perform it, whether in person or at concerts. Aside from that, you cannot allow anyone else to perform it for profit."

"I understand—copyright protection."

"Glad you know. I’m sending the money now."

Less than ten seconds after hanging up, Yang Xiaofan’s phone lit up. *Ding. Your account ending in XXXX has received 100,000,000.*

Yang Xiaofan didn't bother counting. Someone like Zhao Liufang wouldn't dare shortchange him; besides, Zhao was counting on Yang to make him money in the future, so he wouldn't dare play any cheap tricks.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofan lay with his head in Qin Nuanyu’s lap, enjoying her feeding him fruit—it was pure bliss. There was nothing more comfortable in the world for a man than resting his head on his girlfriend’s lap. The ancients were right: men are made of clay, and women are made of water.

As she fed him, Qin Nuanyu gazed at the "pigeon-egg" diamond on her finger, smiling foolishly. No girl could resist a diamond, especially one gifted by the man she loved most.

Yang Xiaofan pinched her cheek and said dotingly, "You like diamonds that much?"

Qin Nuanyu nodded excitedly. "Because this one is from you."

"Then I’ll buy you diamonds every day from now on."

Qin Nuanyu shook her head. "You only need one of these. Any more is useless. Just like your heart—you only have one."

Yang Xiaofan nodded. "Don't worry, this heart of mine belongs to you alone, forever."

He paused, then added, "Class monitor, speaking of which—how was the milk tea in class earlier today?"

Qin Nuanyu’s face turned crimson instantly. "You have the nerve to ask? We were in the middle of a lecture, and you made me drink milk tea under the desk. Do you have any idea how terrified I was when the teacher called on me to answer a question?"

"But wasn't it exciting?"

"Exciting my foot! Don't you dare try anything like that again. In public, I won’t let you get away with it."

"If you won't let me get away with it in public, well, there’s no one here now. Just the two of us. How about... I treat you to some more milk tea?"

"Are you trying to kill me? My face feels all puffed up, and my muscles are completely sore!"

"Really? Let me see. It looks fine to me. Your cheeks are just as they were, and your mouth is still as small as ever!"