"Qi Hua made me a lot of money in those years, but seeing how her inspiration never seems to run out, I can't help but think of my wife."
"How come someone's inspiration never runs out?" The man's eyes became much colder.
"At that time, I happened to recruit a few good-looking little singers and asked Qi Hua to write songs for them. Moreover, those songs had to be given out completely. After that, she couldn't tell others that they were her original works.
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"She was reluctant at first, but after I forced her, she agreed."
"It's just that those people don't like her as much, maybe because she is inherently more talented than those people."
"But this money tree thing, if I can cultivate one, I can cultivate a second one, a third one..."
"Although there are not too many cash cows, signing Qi Hua was originally just to show my wife that she will never run out of inspiration."
"Sure enough, after she saw strangers singing the songs she wrote again and again, claiming to be original on various occasions, and even being called a genius, she began to lose inspiration."
“Time after time I couldn’t write a song.”
"I can finally tell my wife that Qi Hua will not never run out of inspiration."
"At that time, it was just not the time yet."
The man smiled very happily.
Xie Qingran used spiritual power to make him suffer for nearly twenty minutes.
When the man fell to the ground in pain and his breath was almost gone, he felt a foot suddenly pressing on his chest.
The strength made him feel so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but reach out his hand to remove the foot, but in the end he couldn't succeed.
He could only endure the pain, his face was blue and purple, and his breathing was almost non-existent.
Xie Qingran moved her feet.
"People like you are really dangerous to the world if you live."
The man couldn't help laughing a few times, and then he coughed violently.
"But, I really love my wife."
"But, I think it must be the most unfortunate thing in her life for her to meet you."
"Depriving her of her dreams, freedom, and even life is what you call love."
"Then your love is extremely cheap."
"I'm not, I'm not." The man roared, "No one in this world loves her more than me."
Xie Qingran was too lazy to tell him this, "Also, about Qi Hua, please tell me more seriously."
The man was still immersed in his own emotions, so Xie Qingran directly used spiritual power to wake him up.
The man lay on the ground, covering his arm that was in pain from being punished, "Later, Qihua became useless and could no longer write songs, so I sent her to die."
"And her mother has been living here for free for so long. If Qi Hua dies suddenly, she will definitely make trouble again. So I thought of a way to prevent Qi Hua from telling anyone about their mother and daughter.
The situation, then, led them to the cliff and ended their lives."
"That's it, I didn't lie to you."
"You are such a rotten person." Xie Qingran looked down at him with disgust.
"Really." The man smiled, "My wife said the same thing to me on the day she died."
"I still remember it now."
"She was in her twenties when she died. She was very good-looking. Especially at that time, she looked at me with red eyes. She was extremely beautiful."