Chapter 28: The Strongest Adorable Voice (Two Chapters Combined, Four Thousand Words—Thank You All for Your Recommendations)

"Uncle Bai~"
"Uncle Bai~"
On the second floor of the shop, Bai Zhijun was busy painting the walls when two little voices called out one after the other.

"Oh, it's Xiao Qiu and Xiao Dong! What brings you here? Where's your brother?"

"Brother is downstairs talking to the uncles, hehe..."

Xiao Qiu's eyes sparkled as she watched Bai Zhijun wield the brush, her excitement bubbling over.

"Uncle Bai, let me help you paint!"

"You?" Bai Zhijun laughed, "Do you know how to paint, haha..."

"Hmph! I sure do!" Xiao Qiu said with a proud tilt, and Xiao Dong mimicked her, lifting her little head adorably.

"I... I can do it too!"

"Haha, alright then, you can paint. I'll go downstairs and have a word with your brother."

"Okay!"

The little ones happily became tiny painters, while Bai Zhijun, grinning, headed downstairs.

"Qingzi, you're here!"

"Big Brother Bai, thank you for all your hard work these days."

"Hardly a bother," Bai Zhijun said, feigning a kick at Yang Qing. "The first floor is all done. What do you think?"

"It's fantastic!" Yang Qing gave a thumbs up, his gaze passing over the five men smoking at the shop entrance. "Big Brother Bai, the people you found are reliable. I just went around and checked—the quality is excellent, especially the plumbing and electrical work. It's perfect."

"Haha, of course!" Bai Zhijun said smugly. "These brothers all come from our village. We've worked together for years in renovations—trustworthy!"

"Yes," Yang Qing nodded, but then asked, puzzled, "They used to work in renovations, so why are they on construction sites now?"

"Sigh," Bai Zhijun sighed at the question. "It's the cost of having no education. You know how it is—nowadays, before any renovation, you need to provide a design plan. For them, just writing their own names correctly is a feat, let alone designing... So, they had no choice but to work on construction sites."

"I see..." Yang Qing nodded thoughtfully. "So, they're helping us these days—won't that affect their work at the construction site?"

Bai Zhijun paused. "I don't know. I called them, and they just came. I haven't asked."

Yang Qing: "...You'd better ask, then."

"Alright," Bai Zhijun nodded and raised his voice, "Old Bai!"

In an instant, the five men at the shop entrance turned their heads in unison.

"You little rascal, which Old Bai are you calling?" The eldest man glared and cursed.

Yang Qing: ...

Bai Zhijun: "...You! Bai Er Gou!"

"Nonsense! What's up?" The man stood and approached, cursing, "If you call me by my nickname again, I'll beat you! My name is Bai Da Zhu!"

Bai Zhijun: "...Don't be angry, I just wanted to ask—you're helping me with renovations, is your work at the construction site not affected?"

"Not at all!" Bai Da Zhu replied angrily. "The developer got arrested for breaking the law, the foreman ran off, and the site is shut down!"

Bai Zhijun was startled, "So you..."

"Once we're done here, we'll look for another site. Damn, I've been out for half a year and haven't made a cent. My wife is waiting for money for the kid's school next year!"

"Sigh!" Bai Zhijun patted Bai Da Zhu's shoulder, consoling, "Don't worry."

"Damn," Bai Da Zhu muttered, helpless. They had skills and strength, but lacked education.

Such is society—if you can't keep up with the times, you're destined to be left behind.

"Brother Da Zhu, I might have a job to recommend to you all," Yang Qing said after a moment's thought, seeing their worried faces. "Do you want to work? If so, I'll make a call and ask."

He took out his phone to dial, but Bai Da Zhu stopped him.

"Qingzi, wait, tell us what kind of job it is first."

"Oh, it's another house renovation. I saw you're all very professional, so... haha..."

"House renovation?" Bai Da Zhu looked at Yang Qing, surprised. "How big?"

"Two floors, four hundred square meters total!"

"Wow! That's a big job," Bai Da Zhu was initially delighted, but then sighed, "But... we don't know how to do design."

Yang Qing smiled, "I've already prepared the design plans. You just need to follow them and finish the renovation."

"You've got the design done!"

"Yes, that's what I've been working on these past few days. Big Brother Bai knows."

Bai Zhijun realized, looking at Yang Qing with delight, "You're talking about that young man!"

Yang Qing nodded with a smile, "Yes!"

"Haha," Bai Zhijun laughed heartily, patting Bai Da Zhu's shoulder. "Er Gou, you struck gold! That guy is loaded—Qingzi sold him a design plan for fifty thousand!"

"Fifty thousand! For one design plan!"

Bai Da Zhu was dumbfounded.

One design plan, fifty thousand!

This... is the price of lacking education.

He looked at Yang Qing hopefully, "Qingzi... this..."

"Don't worry, I'll call and ask. It shouldn't be a problem," Yang Qing smiled, dialing Wang Ming. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to Bai Da Zhu, who was nervous.

"It's settled. But he wants to see your renovation work first—he'll come by this afternoon!"

"Alright!" Bai Da Zhu was delighted. He turned to the four peeking at the shop entrance and called out, "Did you hear that? Then get moving! Work carefully, work solidly!"

"Haha! Got it!"

The craftsmen from Bai Family Village got down to work with renewed vigor. Yang Qing pulled Bai Zhijun aside as they left the shop, speaking in a low voice.

"Big Brother Bai, I have an idea."

"What is it? Tell me!"

Yang Qing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Look, I can design, and Brother Zhu and the others are skilled at renovations. So I was thinking—could we work together?"

"You mean... start a professional renovation business? You do the design, and they handle the work!" Bai Zhijun was surprised.

"Yes," Yang Qing said seriously. "Since I have the ability, why not use it? It's a way to earn money, and it gives Brother Zhu and the others more stability."

"Clap!" Bai Zhijun clapped his hands. "That's a great idea, but what about your shop?"

"I'll keep running it. Drawing up a design plan isn't that much trouble."

"Just do it, then!" Bai Zhijun teased Yang Qing, laughing. "So we should open a renovation company?"

"Uh..." Yang Qing was momentarily stunned, then smiled wryly. "We don't have that much money."

"My idea is, let Brother Zhu and the others finish this job well, make it beautiful! Build our reputation in Wang Ming's circle, then have him refer clients to us!"

"Wang Ming? That young man—will he really help?"

"He will!" Yang Qing replied confidently.

It was no joke—considering who his sister was, a superstar! The people he knew couldn't be ordinary.

And nowadays, anyone who isn't ordinary probably owns three or four homes!

As for him helping to refer clients, that depends on relationships—no rush, take it slow.

Thinking this, Yang Qing looked at Bai Zhijun with a serious expression, instructing, "Big Brother Bai, when it's done, tell Brother Zhu and the others—when they go to work at someone's place, don't ask unnecessary questions, don't snoop, and don't say anything inappropriate!"

"Understood!" Bai Zhijun nodded. "Don't worry, people from Bai Family Village are honest!"

"Good," Yang Qing said.

As they spoke, Yang Qing saw Wang Ke'er approaching from afar, her face bright with smiles.

"Qingqing!"

Yang Qing: "...What did you just call me?!"

"Oh!" Wang Ke'er blurted out her pet name for him in her excitement, sticking out her tongue and laughing awkwardly.

"Where's Xiao Qiu? She said she has a big surprise for me, is it true?"

"It's true," Yang Qing said helplessly. "VIP tickets for the superstar's concert. Go on, she's playing upstairs."

"Ah!" Wang Ke'er couldn't contain her excitement and dashed upstairs.

"Qingqing... haha..."

Once Wang Ke'er was gone, Bai Zhijun couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, tears streaming down his face.

Yang Qing: ...

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Wang Ke'er rushed up to the second floor, but all she saw were five men hard at work.

Where was Xiao Qiu...

Wait, there was a little voice singing...

So cheerful.

Hearing the little voice singing, her professional instincts kicked in. She took out her phone, started recording, and followed the song with her camera.

In a small room sectioned off by wooden boards, Xiao Qiu held a small brush, wiggling her hips as she painted the wall.

With every sway of her little hips and every twist of her tiny body, her cheerful, sweet singing filled the air.

"I'm a little painter, my painting skills are strong."
"I'm going to make this house even more beautiful..."

The little one swung her body as she sang, with a mischievous cutie at her feet.

At the doorway, Wang Ke'er quietly recorded, capturing this joy and childlike innocence.

After a few minutes, Xiao Qiu had sung the painter's song three times. When her brush ran out of paint, she went to dip it in the bucket and spotted Wang Ke'er at the door.

"Ke'er sister!"

The little one ran over excitedly, screeching to a halt as she eyed Wang Ke'er's pretty clothes, giggling.

"Qiu's clothes are dirty, can't hug you."

"Haha..." Wang Ke'er laughed as she put her phone away, crouched down, and hugged the little one without a care. "Not only are your clothes dirty, but your little face is smudged too."

"Hehe..."

Xiao Qiu laughed and asked curiously, "Sister, what were you doing with your phone just now?"

"Recording! I got your cute singing on video."

"Really! Let me see, let me see!"

"Haha, you can see it, but you have to promise to do something for me."

"Okay!"

Wang Ke'er: ...

So silly, you didn't even ask what it was.

...

In a certain office building in Yangcheng, "Yingni Studio."

"Weren't you supposed to go with Yang Qing to check on the renovations? It's five o'clock and you're still not gone."

"I'm going, after I finish this round of Honor!"

Wang Ying's tone was flat. "Go. Now."

Wang Ming: "...Alright, I'm going. Sis... help me play, it's a team battle! We're about to win!"

Reluctantly, Wang Ming handed his phone to Wang Ying and left.

Once he was gone, Wang Ying glanced at the game, tapped the exit button, and logged into her Weibo account.

"Oh, cutest little voice!"

As she scrolled, a strong recommendation popped up, piquing her curiosity. She clicked.

The video began with a slight shake—inside, five men were sweating as they worked on renovations.

Gradually, as the camera moved, a little voice could be heard, soft and sweet.

"It's Xiao Qiu!" Wang Ying was startled, recognizing the familiar singing.

As the camera steadied, the little voice grew clearer, and then a small figure appeared, wiggling her hips as she painted.

That adorable, healing voice seemed to cure all woes.

After a few minutes, the video ended. Wang Ying began reading the comments with interest, knowing that a Weibo recommendation meant huge traffic.

"Wow! Such a sweet little voice, what a cute baby! Too bad we can't see her face!"

"Cutest little voice—laboring children are the most adorable!"

"Another daughter-bait video! Looks like I'll have to end my happy life with my left and right hands!"

"Hehe, upstairs, that's premature. Are you sure after so many years of pampering your hands, they're still as... robust?"

Netizens: ...

What geniuses are these!

"Stop fighting, I just want to know what song the little cutie is singing. I've searched everywhere and can't find it!"

"Same! My kid heard the song and took her mom's foundation to paint the walls!"

"My wife's lipstick is doomed!"

"We're already scolding the kid! So much fun, haha..."

"...."

Netizens have always been full of joy, and now they're all online.

Wang Ying smiled as she read the comments, then casually clicked the hundred-thousandth like and shared the video.

Yes, just casually—but that single share sent Wang Ke'er's Weibo account viral, and the little figure in the video, Xiao Qiu, became a sensation.

With a superstar's endorsement, the traffic exploded.

Thus, the cutest little star on the internet was born.

Yangcheng TV Station.

Li Yuexi was sneaking some time to browse Weibo on her phone.

Suddenly, she got an alert from her special follow list.

"Oh, my idol posted! Let me check—is it news about the concert?"

Excited, Li Yuexi clicked Wang Ying's Weibo, then...

"Oh, she shared a Weibo—'cutest little voice,' what's that?"

Curious, she clicked. Moments later, she was stunned.

That voice was familiar, and the little figure...

"Xuexue!"

At once, she rushed over, phone in hand, and handed it to Qin Xue, whose face was dark with exasperation.

"Don't scold me yet—look at this! Xiao Rou, you too!"

Three very different beauties crowded around the desk to watch the video, as Fang Du secretly swallowed.

What a sin!

Three gorgeous women in one office, but not one is mine!

After watching the video, all three were full of surprise and doubt.

"Wen Xiaorou: 'Xuexue, is that Xiao Qiu?'"

"It is," Qin Xue nodded with a complex expression. "The first time I met her, she was wearing that exact outfit."

"Then it must be," Li Yuexi affirmed. "That voice is so familiar. So, is this at Yang Qing's shop during renovations?"

"Should be. But I'm curious—what song is she singing? 'The Painter'? It's so lively—who taught her?"

Wen Xiaorou put down her phone, puzzled. "I just searched on my phone and couldn't find the song. So maybe..."

She looked at Li Yuexi, since it was Wang Ying who shared the Weibo.

"Impossible!" Li Yuexi shook her head firmly. "My idol is busy with her concert, and she doesn't know Xiao Qiu!"

"Right," Qin Xue laughed. "Stop guessing—she's a superstar, how could she know Xiao Qiu or teach her to sing? She just casually shared the Weibo."

"True," Wen Xiaorou said, smiling. "Actually, if we want to know who taught Xiao Qiu the song, Xuexue, you could just call Yang Qing and ask."

Qin Xue looked at her. "What, you've given up?"

Wen Xiaorou was momentarily stunned, then sighed. "I can't compete with you—and you know my situation. I hate arranged marriages!"

"Yes," Qin Xue said softly, patting her. "My brother will come to Yangcheng soon. When he does, you two can get to know each other. If it doesn't work out... I'll talk to the family for you."

"Okay!"