The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Royalty Fee of Three Hundred Thousand Yuan

Since she would retain all rights, that meant if this song were played on any music apps or sites or used in a commercial performance, Wen Qiao would be paid royalties for it.

If the song became a hit, Wen Qiao basically would earn money even if she did nothing but lie around all day.

Also, Song Hao had asked her for her account number right away, so that he could transfer the money to her immediately. The sense of urgency was so strong it made him seem like a fraud.

If it weren’t for the fact that she did receive three hundred thousand yuan half an hour later, Wen Qiao wouldn’t have felt quite so confident about it.

The reason for Song Hao’s urgency was because he feared that such a talented composer would run away, hence he wanted to confirm their partnership as soon as possible!

“In the future if you compose a new song, make sure to send it to me, okay?”

Wen Qiao merrily replied to him with an ‘ok’.

She had great faith in Song Hao’s aesthetic sense and character, and she planned for it to be a long term collaboration between the two of them.

Just then, Su Yun entered the house with a bag of vegetables in her hands. Wen Mo went up to her to help her carry the stuff. Upon hearing the commotion, Wen Qiao walked out of the room.

Su Yun lifted the plastic bag in her hands. “We’re eating prawns today. How do you want it cooked? Stir fried or cooked in brine?”

“Stir fried.”

“Sure. Bring the toothpicks over, I’m going to devein the prawns.”

Under the honey locust tree, Wen Qiao offered to help her devein the prawns, but Su Yun waved a hand. “You don’t have to help out with this.”

Nonetheless, Wen Qiao picked up the prawns that were still alive and jumping about. “Mom, I want to help.”

Su Yun gazed at her with a smile. “Oh right, your uncle called me today. He said it’s his birthday tomorrow and asked us to go over for lunch.”

Wen Qiao’s gaze turned cold. That snobbish aunt of hers had always despised their family, and never deigned to associate with them. This time last year, her mother even had to show up at their place uninvited.

Back then, her mom had bought a shirt for that uncle back then, and her aunt had scoffed at it saying it looked like something bought at a roadside vendor.

Why were they taking the initiative to invite them over this year?

“Didn’t we have to face all that grief from Aunt when we went to their house last year? Are we still going over this year?” Wen Qiao’s lips were curled in distaste at the thought.

“That’s your uncle, my older brother. Don’t take your aunt’s words to heart, understand?”

“Older brother… but does he regard you as his younger sister? He doesn’t even treat us as well as Auntie Xiaojun.”

Su Yun appeared helpless. “We’ll just be going over for a meal. Your uncle has already asked us personally.”

“I’m not going, if you wish to go you can go by yourself.”

Su Yun didn’t know what to do with Wen Qiao. “Child, why are you so disobedient?”

…

The next day, Su Hai called bright and early. Even from a great distance away, Wen Qiao could hear her uncle’s voice over the phone. “You and your family have to come. You’re my dearest younger sister here in Ocean City. How can your family not come over on my birthday?”

Did the sun rise from the west? A frown marred her face as Wen Qiao heard his voice. His over-friendliness was making alarm bells go off in her head.

After Su Yun ended the call she said to Wen Qiao, “Your uncle said he’s coming over to pick us up.”

Wen Chi took a break from chomping on his apple and muttered, “As the saying goes, ‘a weasel giving new year’s greetings to a hen has ulterior motives’. I bet they are up to no good. What do you think they’re plotting this time?”

Su Yun smacked his head. “Little punk, who’s the weasel and who’s the hen?”

Wen Chi scoffed. “C’mon, Mom. All along, Aunt has been terrified of being associated with us poor relatives. For her to suddenly shower us with such affection, I smell a conspiracy a mile away.”

…

Half an hour later, Su Hai’s minivan was parked at Shuying Road. At the age of 46, he was a little plump, and he only had to jog a few steps before his face got reddened. Huffing and puffing, he stopped at the courtyard entrance of Wen Qiao’s home. “Uncle specially drove here to pick you guys up. Qiaoqiao, Xiao Chi, Xiao Mo, hurry up and come with your mom to Uncle’s place to celebrate.”

Wen Chi and Wen Mo looked towards Wen Qiao unanimously.

Feeling uneasy, Su Yun said softly to her children, “Let’s go. It’s just a meal.”

Wen Qiao smiled. “Since Uncle specially came to our doorstep to invite us, Xiao Chi and Xiao Mo, let’s go over for a meal. After all, we should celebrate Uncle’s birthday with him.”

Let us see what this family is up to.