Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 122 Zhou Yuji's Home

A young girl leaned on her best friend's shoulder, sobbing softly—that was the place she had visited before breaking up with her ex-boyfriend. After the breakup, she deleted all the photos, but she couldn't erase the memories.

Even the other singers in the backstage dressing room were silently watching the screen.

Cheng Yinuo rubbed her nose: "Damn, did I choose the wrong dance song for this episode...?"

Lao Lang, holding his guitar, sighed softly, "The younger generation is truly formidable."

Li Xuan felt a pang of sadness as he watched his former comrades-in-arms walk away.

On stage, Wang Bo was completely immersed in his performance.

His fingers danced lightly on the strings, and his singing had a magical power that made people forget that this was a competition, forget that this was a recording session, and only remember that rainy little town and those times that can never be returned to.

In the final verse, the children's voices rejoin, growing softer and fainter, as if they were truly disappearing into the city's night along with the person in the song.

The guitar music gradually stopped.

Wang Bo bowed slightly to the audience.

The children bowed in unison.

A few seconds of deathly silence.

Then, applause erupted like a storm.

……

The recording ended at 9 p.m.

"Folk music isn't dead yet." Before parting, Lao Lang patted Wang Bo on the shoulder. "Next time you come to Chang'an, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Okay!" Wang Bo said with a smile.

As soon as Wang Bo stepped out of the TV station, he saw the Su sisters' car parked on the side of the road.

Su Xiaoxiao was driving today, and Su Yiyi was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Get in the car." Su Xiaoxiao rolled down the window. "To celebrate your advancement, I'll treat you to a late-night snack."

Wang Bo opened the car door and sat in the back seat of Su Xiaoxiao's white SUV, where a faint citrus scent wafted in.

"What do you want to eat?" Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Wang Bo in the rearview mirror and started the car.

In the passenger seat, Su Yiyi turned her head, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Wang Bo, I heard that your song today was really good."

"Thank you, Teacher Su," Wang Bo said with a smile. "I'm not very hungry; I ate something during the recording of the show."

"How can that be!" Su Xiaoxiao turned the steering wheel and merged the car into the main road. "We have to eat. It's a matter of etiquette. My sister is treating, and you can't refuse her."

Su Yiyi added softly, "I know a very famous seafood stall that's open until the early hours of the morning. The food is especially good. Shall we go there? I heard it has a really lively atmosphere."

Wang Bo frowned slightly.

Street food stall?

In an instant, his mind flashed through various social news stories from his past and present lives—late-night food stalls, groups of men and women drinking and eating skewers, getting louder and more exaggerated when they got drunk, and occasionally even getting into fights over tables because of arguments, not to mention those who whistled and said dirty things to the women at the next table under the influence of alcohol...

He glanced at the two people in the front seat.

Even in a simple suit and trousers with her hair in a low ponytail, Su Xiaoxiao's refined features and sharp temperament are undeniable, making her the type to turn heads wherever she goes.

Needless to say, Su Yiyi is gentle as water, classically beautiful, and sitting on a plastic stool at a food stall, she looks like a piece of blue and white porcelain placed in a vegetable market.

This level of safety is comparable to throwing two snow-white lambs into a pack of wolves for a stroll.

Wang Bo said sincerely, "President Su, Teacher Su, the food stall... how about we just forget about it?"

"Why?" Su Xiaoxiao asked eagerly. "You think it's too low-class? I've eaten at that other place before. Although the environment is so-so, the ingredients are fresh and the taste is really good."

"It's not a matter of class," Wang Bo carefully chose his words, "it's... a matter of safety."

"Safe?" Su Yiyi asked, puzzled. "That shop is very reputable; I've been there a few times."

Wang Bo sighed and said bluntly, "Teacher Su, think about it. Places like food stalls are the liveliest time for drinking after nine or ten o'clock at night. Tables are packed with people carrying cases of beer, and the sounds of drinking games and laughter are deafening."

"People who have had too much to drink vary greatly in their behavior. Some will just fall asleep, some will talk incessantly, and some... taking advantage of their drunkenness, will go up to the next table if they see a pretty girl, say inappropriate things, or even touch her inappropriately."

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Wang Bo in the rearview mirror but didn't say anything.

Su Yiyi's eyes widened slightly: "No way... We didn't run into them when we went before."

"That's because you were lucky, or you got there early," Wang Bo said seriously. "But today, after we finished recording the show, it's peak time for late-night snacks. With your looks and your demeanor, just sitting there—"

He gestured: "It's like throwing two luminous pearls into a coal pile; they're too conspicuous. What if one or two drunkards come up to me and say, 'Hey beautiful, can we add each other on WeChat?' or 'Want to grab a drink?' Do you think I should stop them or not? If I stop them, it might cause a conflict; if I don't, you'll just feel uncomfortable."

He concluded, "I'm just a guy, taking the two of you to a place like that. If something really happens, I'm outnumbered. We're going out for a late-night snack, not to act out a 'Young and Dangerous' movie."

The car was silent for a few seconds.

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly burst out laughing: "Wang Bo, you've thought of everything quite thoroughly."

Su Yiyi smiled slightly, her cheeks flushed: "Now that you mention it... it does seem a bit inappropriate. Shall we go somewhere else?"

Wang Bo nodded: "Let's find a quiet restaurant or private kitchen with a nice atmosphere. They should still be open at this hour. It's on me as a thank you for picking me up tonight."

"Okay, whatever you say." Su Xiaoxiao readily agreed, turning the steering wheel and driving in another direction. "I know a Chaozhou clay pot congee place that's still open at this hour. The flavor is light, which is good for soothing your throat."

Finally, the three of them sat down in a tastefully decorated Chaoshan clay pot congee restaurant that wasn't crowded.

We ordered their signature shrimp and crab congee, along with a few light side dishes.

The porridge was cooked until it was smooth, fragrant, and steaming hot.

Su Xiaoxiao scooped up a bowl of porridge, blew on it, and suddenly asked, "Wang Bo, have you... encountered something similar before?"

Wang Bo was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she was referring to the potential troubles that food stalls might encounter.

He chuckled. "I've seen it quite a few. Some customers, after drinking too much, say disrespectful things to female customers or waitresses, and even try to touch them inappropriately. If it's in a bar, there are security guards who can usually handle it. But if it's a regular street food stall, it's hard to say."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded and didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she started talking about the show: "Your song this episode will definitely be a huge hit. The production team really has a love-hate relationship with you right now."

Su Yiyi said gently, "The majority definitely love it, and those who hate it... are just narrow-minded."

Wang Bo took a sip of porridge, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach: "Ignore them, I just need to sing well."

The late-night snack was simple and enjoyable.

When it came time to pay, Wang Bo paid the bill, and the Su sisters didn't argue.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the night breeze carried a chill.

"Shall I take you back to your apartment?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Wang Bo was about to nod when Su Xiaoxiao said, "No, you don't need to go back to your little apartment."

Wang Bo: "?"

Su Yiyi explained softly, "Yu Ji told me a few days ago that her house is just sitting empty anyway, so she suggested you move in. Her neighborhood has good security and a quiet environment, which is perfect for you to rest and create."

Wang Bo was stunned: "Sister Zhou's house? This is too... inappropriate, isn't it?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Su Xiaoxiao opened the driver's side door. "She said it herself, it's a waste to leave the house empty. Letting you live there will bring some life to the house. She's already prepaid the property management fees and utility bills, so you don't need to worry about them."

Su Yiyi got into the car and turned to Wang Bo, saying, "I already tidied up a bit this afternoon, changed the bedding, and cleaned the house. You can go over and stay there tonight, and then go to your apartment tomorrow to move your belongings over."

Wang Bo stood there, unsure of what to say.

Zhou Yuji... gave him her house to live in?

"Don't just stand there, get in the car," Su Xiaoxiao urged. "You know the address, it's right next to our neighborhood."

Wang Bo got into the back seat.

The car drove toward an upscale residential area.