EFB Chapter 36 The Temptation of Twin Flowers
Chapter 36 The Temptation of Twin Flowers
Su Yiyi fell silent.
My sister is right.
She had thought about these things, but she subconsciously avoided them.
Growing up in luxury, attending the best schools, wearing the most expensive clothes, and traveling to the farthest places—these have become the foundation of her life, as natural as breathing.
Should I give up all of this and live a normal life?
She imagined it: commuting to and from get off work by subway, comparing prices when buying groceries, saving money for travel six months in advance, and hesitating for three months before finally gritting her teeth and buying the bag she wanted...
It's not that it's impossible to get through, it's just...
"It's difficult, isn't it?" Su Xiaoxiao said softly. "So, sister, take things slowly when it comes to relationships. Don't rush to conclusions or make decisions. Time will tell you the answer."
Su Yiyi nodded, her gaze returning to her phone screen.
In the video, Wang Bo was singing the line "This smile is warm and innocent," and in the rain, his smile was as clean as the sky after the rain.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The third-floor private room at the Cloud Top Restaurant.
Wang Bo was stunned the moment he pushed open the door.
Two identical girls sat at the dining table.
They all had long, smooth, jet-black hair draped over their shoulders, delicate features, fair skin, and were all... wearing identical light pink knitwear paired with white long skirts.
Even their earrings are the same style of pearl studs.
The only difference was their demeanor—but at this moment they had both deliberately restrained themselves. One was no longer sharp and assertive, and the other was no longer gentle and tender. They sat quietly like two lotus blossoms, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Wang Bo stood at the door, his mind racing.
The one on the left? He sits a little more upright, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, as if he's used to controlling the rhythm.
The one on the right? His hands are folded on his knees, his back is ramrod straight, and his eyes are gentle.
No, Su Xiaoxiao might deliberately imitate Su Yiyi's sitting posture, and Su Yiyi might deliberately learn Su Xiaoxiao's little habits...
"Wang Bo, come in." The girl on the left spoke, her voice... well, it had that crisp and decisive tone of Su Xiaoxiao.
Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the girl on his right, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Then he heard the girl on his left burst out laughing.
Su Yiyi's gentle voice rang out: "I am Yiyi."
Wang Bo froze.
He slowly turned his head to look at the "Su Yiyi" beside him. She was smiling at him, a sly glint in her eyes.
"Mr. Su...?" Wang Bo asked tentatively.
"Hmm." Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Teacher Wang, it's only been a few days, and you don't recognize me already?"
Wang Bo quickly stood up: "Sorry, sorry..."
"Alright, go on." Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand, her tone relaxed. "Let me test you. It seems you don't know my sister well enough."
Wang Bo sat down next to Su Yiyi and whispered, "Teacher Su, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."
Su Yiyi smiled gently: "It's okay, Xiaoxiao is just playful and asked me to play along. We even use the same perfume so you can't easily tell the difference."
Wang Bo then noticed that the two of them were indeed wearing the same fragrance—a light citrus scent, fresh and warm.
"Let's order." Su Xiaoxiao pushed the menu over. "I promised to treat you to dinner, so don't be shy, order whatever you want."
Wang Bo flipped through the menu, looked at the staggering prices, and hesitated for a moment: "How about... we just go get some mala tang instead?"
Su Xiaoxiao glared at him: "Wang Bo, you're making over ten thousand a day now, can't you be a little more ambitious?"
"It's because I earn over ten thousand yuan a day that I realize how hard it is to make money," Wang Bo said honestly. "After this meal, I've worked for nothing from a commercial performance."
Su Yiyi chuckled softly, "Then I'll order. I know a few good dishes that are reasonably priced."
She took the menu and skillfully ordered several dishes: steamed sea bass, blanched bok choy, crab roe tofu, mushroom soup, and a side of stir-fried beef with yellow peppers.
"That's enough, that's enough," Wang Bo quickly said, "Three people can't finish it."
"We can pack up what we can't finish," Su Xiaoxiao said matter-of-factly. "Weren't you trying to save money to pay me back? We can reheat it and have another meal tomorrow."
Wang Bo: "..."
Su Yiyi gave her younger sister a reproachful look: "Xiaoxiao, stop teasing him."
While waiting for the food, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
Wang Bo looked at the twins and couldn't help but exclaim, "You two look so alike! If it weren't for the huge difference in your temperament, I wouldn't be able to tell you apart at all."
"It's been like this since I was little," Su Xiaoxiao said lazily, resting her chin on her hand. "When I was little, my sister would do my homework for me, and I would fight for her, and the teachers never found out."
Su Yiyi blushed slightly: "That's because you insisted on asking me for help, saying that my handwriting is beautiful."
"It's because your handwriting is nice," Su Xiaoxiao laughed. "But it was still discovered later because my sister got all the math homework right, and I could only pass by myself."
Wang Bo imagined that scene.
"By the way, let's get down to business." Su Xiaoxiao sat up straight, reverting to her business elite demeanor. "A vocational college contacted me, wanting to ask you to write a school song."
Wang Bo was stunned: "School song?"
"Yes, their school leaders felt they needed a school song that could embody the spirit of the times." Su Xiaoxiao took out a document from her bag. "These are their specific requirements: it should be catchy, suitable for student choirs, and preferably have some pop elements, but not too cheesy."
Wang Bo took the document and quickly glanced through it.
The compensation was not low—200,000 yuan, for the exclusive rights to the lyrics and music, but the authorship rights belonged to Wang Bo.
"How's it going? Should I answer it?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
Wang Bo didn't answer immediately. He thought for a moment and said, "After I finish my last day of commercial performances, pay off all my debts, and have some living expenses left, I'll start focusing on making music. The school song... I can take on that project, but it will take time."
"how long?"
"Three days," Wang Bo said.
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Su Yiyi's mouth was slightly open, as if she felt it was unladylike, and she quickly covered it with her hand.
"Are you sure it's three days, not three weeks or three months?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"It's just songwriting. I can do it right now, in half an hour. The production budget is sufficient, and the demo will be ready in less than two days," Wang Bo said.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at her sister.
The older sister looked completely bewildered.
Laymen shouldn't comment on experts, so Su Xiaoxiao changed the subject and tentatively asked, "Wang Bo, are you really sure you'll stop doing commercial performances after you pay off your debts? The market is good right now; doing more shows will help you save more money."
Wang Bo shook his head: "You were right before, the popularity of a song can't last long. I need new works, I need to reflect, and I need to turn my experiences and feelings from this period of time into music."
He looked out at the city night view: "Commercial performances have made me money and allowed me to see all kinds of people and lives. The uncle who listened to me sing in the rain and refused to leave, the aunt who said I reminded her of her first love, the migrant worker who listened to me sing and wiped away tears at the opening ceremony of the building materials market... all of these will become the nourishment for my creations."
Su Yiyi looked at him with bright eyes: "Wang Bo, you are really suited to making music."