"So, what exactly happened?"

After seeing Lin Yue off, Xu Qingqiu finally found her chance. She grabbed Chu Tian, insisting he explain himself.

"Haha, would you believe me if I said it's for the new album?"

"New album? Shouldn't you be recording songs for a new album? Why do I need to learn Cantonese... Cantonese? Are you saying there's going to be a Cantonese song in the new album?"

Xu Qingqiu was genuinely surprised. She had only heard that Chu Tian was going to produce a new album for her. Given the success of the last one, she had no doubts about his abilities. But no matter what, she had never expected it to include Cantonese songs. "You can write Cantonese songs too?"

"Haha, I know a little," Chu Tian said, a hint of smugness in his voice as he saw her astonished expression.

This only served to annoy Xu Qingqiu further. "You 'know a little'? Can you even speak Cantonese? And you're writing Cantonese songs?"

As if afraid Chu Tian would do something reckless, Xu Qingqiu said anxiously, "Cantonese isn't the same as Chinese. The pronunciation and sentence structure are different. It's not just a matter of singing in Cantonese to make it a Cantonese song."

After all, she had been in the industry for several years and knew a fair bit about these things. "You know, many Cantonese songs can't be directly translated into Mandarin. In most cases, the Mandarin and Cantonese versions have completely different lyrics."

Seeing her worried expression, Chu Tian just smiled. He waited until she finished before explaining, "Of course, I know that. Don't worry. You focus on learning it for now. Once I've written the song, you can take a look, alright? If it works, you sing it. If not, we'll just find another one."

Chu Tian's confidence didn't just stem from the system; much of it came from his own abilities. After all, in his previous life, he had planned to expand his influence to the south. Even the countries in the South Asian Archipelago were very receptive to Cantonese. Any singer aspiring to make an impact on the Asian music scene couldn't afford to ignore Cantonese. Consequently, Chu Tian's own Cantonese proficiency was very high. He could communicate flawlessly on Hong Kong Island, and many celebrities there found it difficult to detect any accent when chatting with him. This was the true source of his confidence.

He was confident, but Xu Qingqiu wasn't. "If you can't even speak Cantonese, where does this confidence come from? Don't try to force it. It wouldn't be good if you ended up being ridiculed."

She said this out of concern for Chu Tian. The official announcement of his concert had catapulted him from obscurity into the limelight almost overnight. Although some fans, drawn by his looks, were quite supportive—and he had indeed gained a considerable following—the general online sentiment towards him was poor. Many people constantly cursed him and gave him various derogatory nicknames. Terms like "kept man" and "pretty boy" were among the mildest insults; attacks on his family and ancestry were far more vicious. If he were now accused of writing nonsensical songs and provoked a backlash from the Cantonese market, it would put Chu Tian at an even greater disadvantage. Even though his identity as a lyricist and composer hasn't been revealed, he'd still be the one getting cursed, right? Who could stand being attacked from both sides?

But Chu Tian seemed unconcerned. "Who said I don't speak Cantonese? I never claimed I couldn't."

"What? You can speak Cantonese? When did you learn it? How come I don't know?" Xu Qingqiu was genuinely astounded now. He's been under my nose all these years, hasn't he? How could he have done something like this without me knowing?

"I taught myself. Did you think I've been lazing around all these years? How hard can learning Cantonese be?"

Hearing this, Xu Qingqiu felt there might be some truth to it. She reflected for a moment. True, Chu Tian has always been around, but I didn't see him all the time during his university days. And it's not like I watched his every move, every single day. Maybe he started learning a long time ago. The only thing she couldn't quite grasp was whether Chu Tian's previous dejected state had been genuine or an act. Would he have even been in the mood to learn Cantonese back then? This question flickered through her mind and was quickly dismissed. Instead, she focused on Chu Tian's last remark.

"What do you mean, 'how hard can learning Cantonese be'? Isn't it difficult?" She recalled her brief exchange with the Cantonese teacher, Lin Yue, that afternoon. She hadn't understood a single word of the rapid-fire Cantonese that poured from the teacher's mouth. And now Chu Tian was saying it wasn't difficult? Is he trying to insult me?

Chu Tian was in a bind. He couldn't very well tell her he had memories from two lifetimes, much less reveal the existence of his system. So, he had to prepare Xu Qingqiu mentally by establishing himself as someone with a natural talent for languages. After all, Cantonese is just the beginning. There might be songs in Japanese, Korean, English, and other languages later on. What if I can't explain how I learned them when the time comes? So, out of necessity, he had to adopt the persona of a budding language prodigy.

"Don't believe me? Want me to say a few phrases for you?"

"Alright, go ahead. Let's hear it." Xu Qingqiu was still skeptical. At the same time, a part of her genuinely wanted to hear his Cantonese. It was a mix of suspicion and curiosity that made her want to test him.

"Then listen carefully..." Chu Tian then uttered a short phrase in Cantonese, his expression twisting into a famous comedic scowl. He'd not only said it but had also perfectly mimicked the accompanying facial expression. The phrase, along with the image, had just popped into his head subconsciously, and he couldn't resist.

"What does that mean?" Xu Qingqiu hadn't understood a single word. She looked at him, completely baffled, waiting for an explanation.

"Ahem, no, no, that wasn't it. I misspoke. That wasn't the phrase; my throat just hitched. Now, listen again." Chu Tian felt incredibly awkward under her gaze, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. It's all thanks to the toxic influence of the internet from my past life. It ran so deep that the poison still lingers even after transmigration. I nearly caused a disaster. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He cleared his throat and began to speak properly.

Chu Tian then rattled off a long string of flowing Cantonese. Xu Qingqiu, standing beside him, was utterly dumbfounded. This time, although she still didn't understand the meaning, she was certain it was genuine Cantonese. At least the intonation and cadence matched her impression of the language perfectly.

"Eh? You really know it? What did that last sentence mean?"

"It means, 'Don't make promises to me lightly. I hate it when people lie to me. Even if you say you're lying because you don't want me to be unhappy, if I find out you've lied to me, it will make me even more upset.'"

In reality, it was just a line from a movie in his past life. Chu Tian had chosen it randomly, without any special meaning intended. However, Xu Qingqiu interpreted it as something he specifically wanted to say to her. She paused for a moment, then a smile blossomed on her face. Slowly, she reached out, gently touched Chu Tian's cheek, and said with a soft smile, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you. If there's anything, I'll always tell you first."

"Uh..." That's not really what I meant; it's just a movie line, Chu Tian wanted to explain. But when he met Xu Qingqiu's tender gaze, such distinctions suddenly seemed unimportant. Their eyes locked, and the air between them grew thick with unspoken emotion. What followed were the sweet, everyday moments of happiness shared between a couple.

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