Chapter Twenty-Seven: Don't Rush, It's Only Just Beginning

Unlike the bustling excitement in the composition department, the vocal department was steeped in complexity. Many people found themselves conflicted, especially the singers who had previously declined Wang Mo’s offer to audition. All of them fell silent. No matter how proud they were, they had to admit that they’d missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He Zhi, in particular, was wracked with regret. If she had agreed to Wang Mo’s audition, she might have become the singer for “Invisible Wings.” Her voice wasn’t much different from Su Xueyao’s, and since Su Xueyao had earned Wang Mo’s approval, she could have as well. If “Invisible Wings” had been her song, she was certain that its success would have propelled her from a second-tier singer straight into the ranks of the top stars.

But the world does not offer regret pills.

Seeing He Zhi’s troubled expression, her agent spoke up, “How about I go ask Wang Mo? Since he could write ‘Invisible Wings,’ he can surely compose another song in a similar style. If he creates another piece for you, with your status, your achievements will surely surpass Su Xueyao’s.”

He Zhi hesitated for a long moment, then agreed. She finally bowed her head. Yet even so, she couldn’t quite understand: Does a composer truly hold such weight in a song? Can they really decide a singer’s fate? She was unwilling to believe it.

For as long as she could remember, singers had always held the upper hand. Lyricists, composers, arrangers, producers—all followed the singer’s lead, heeding their opinions. This was a market iron law, universally acknowledged.

Yet the examples of Hao Mingxing and Su Xueyao were right before her, forcing her to reconsider.

This thought lingered not only in He Zhi’s mind, but in the depths of nearly every singer in the vocal department.

Of course, there were two exceptions.

The first was Hao Mingxing.

The second was Su Xueyao.

When someone pulls you from the abyss, would you question your savior?

That morning, Su Xueyao left her home early, bought two large pork buns, a fried dough stick, and a cup of freshly ground soy milk from a breakfast shop, then headed straight to the composition department.

She carefully arranged the breakfast on Wang Mo’s desk.

Liu Zhengwen approached with a smile, “Oh, Xueyao, bringing breakfast for Wang Mo again?”

Su Xueyao smiled sheepishly, “Just a little gesture, nothing much.”

Wang Mo had never bothered with breakfast before, holding onto the belief that young people could tough it out. Of course, laziness was the main reason.

Back when he was at the top of his game, he had a professional team supervising his diet, ensuring he maintained a healthy physique at all times. Now, with no one overseeing him, he let himself go. After all, he wouldn’t starve.

Once Su Xueyao learned of this, she quietly took charge of Wang Mo’s breakfast. Girls are attentive to details. In just a few days, she knew Wang Mo’s preferences: he liked big pork buns, fried dough sticks, and rich, fresh soy milk. Other than spicy noodles, he cared little for other noodles or rice dishes.

Previously, Su Xueyao would deliver breakfast and return to the vocal department, not giving Wang Mo a chance to refuse. But today, she stayed, waiting until Wang Mo arrived.

Wang Mo didn’t come at ten, but was punctual at nine, unwilling to be treated differently.

He loved going to work. Work brought him joy.

Seeing Su Xueyao and the breakfast on his desk, he smiled, “Xueyao, you’re a celebrity now—why are you still bringing me breakfast in the composition department?”

Su Xueyao answered seriously, “Mo, don’t joke. Without you, I’d still be performing in small venues.”

“It’s mainly because you sing so well.”

Wang Mo laughed.

Mutual compliments—business as usual.

You’re happy, I’m happy.

After a brief pause, he asked, “You waited for me here today, is something up?”

Su Xueyao nodded, “I’m a bit confused and wanted your advice.”

Wang Mo said, “Go ahead.”

Su Xueyao spoke for a few minutes, and Wang Mo began to understand.

Since “Invisible Wings” became a hit, Su Xueyao’s fame had soared. From a nameless newcomer, she had leaped to become a star in the music scene.

She had even bested several top singers on the new song charts, and with Yunhai Media’s relentless promotion, she dominated trending searches for days.

Now, she was a hot commodity in the industry.

Fame brings fortune.

Recently, a flood of variety shows, events, and endorsement deals came her way. Her appearance fees for ordinary events had jumped from three thousand yuan to over a hundred thousand!

The sudden surge in popularity left not only her, but her agent, bewildered.

Su Xueyao said, “So, my agent asked me to consult you, Mo, hoping you could give me some advice. After all… after all…”

Wang Mo understood.

Having once been a top celebrity himself, he knew how to handle such heat. That’s why Su Xueyao sought his guidance.

After pondering for a moment, he replied seriously, “Tell your agent not to rush into commercial gigs. For at least three months, don’t accept any advertisements. As for variety shows, aside from invitations from official platforms like CCTV, decline all offers from other TV stations. Don’t chase the hype.”

“Huh?”

Su Xueyao was astonished, “My agent wants me to accept as many gigs as possible, to get my face out there. She even said I should take advantage of my popularity to sign more endorsement deals, fearing the prices will drop once the hype fades.”

Wang Mo shook his head, “Absolutely not.”

Su Xueyao was puzzled, “Why?”

Wang Mo explained, “If you go on gigs now, you won’t be taken seriously—they’re not high-profile enough. You might even face jealousy and exclusion from peers, and there’s nothing you can do about it. As for endorsements, the fees won’t be high, and the brands won’t be prestigious. So… wait.”

Su Xueyao asked, “But what if the hype dies down?”

In the entertainment world, popularity is everything.

Once the hype is gone, even the hottest stars are left behind.

And a new song’s popularity on the charts lasts, at most, a month or two.

Hearing her concerns, Wang Mo smiled.

Hype fading?

A mere new song chart champion—this is just the beginning.

He smiled and shook his head, “Don’t worry, the hype won’t fade so quickly.”

“Mo, do you mean ‘Invisible Wings’ hasn’t even reached its peak yet?”

“No.”

Su Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief, though she’d been startled just now.

But then her mouth formed a perfect O.

Wang Mo said, “I think it’s only getting started.”

Su Xueyao stood frozen for a moment, feeling a tingling sensation throughout her body.

In her eyes, the song’s current popularity was already astonishing.

A new song chart champion.

Crushing several top singers.

Yet Wang Mo claimed this was only the beginning?

He smiled, “It’s just my intuition. But in my view, this song’s potential is far from fully realized. So, wait a few days and see how the data changes before deciding. September isn’t over yet—a few days won’t make a difference.”

“Alright…”

Stiffly, Su Xueyao left the composition department.

She returned to the vocal department.

Her agent asked, “What did Wang Mo say?”

Su Xueyao steadied herself before answering, “Mo said, unless it’s an official invitation from CCTV or similar, I shouldn’t take part in any commercial activities for now.”

Her agent was dumbfounded, “Why?”

Su Xueyao replied, “He said acting too hastily could be counterproductive, because the song’s popularity… might just be beginning.”

“What?”

Her agent’s expression became dramatically exaggerated.