Chapter 336: Su Li Must Have Heard The Songs She Composed

Time slipped by quietly.

MOKA looked at the new work she had released and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

Her phone hadn’t stopped vibrating for long, so she had no choice but to turn off the notifications.

Even so, MOKA could predict that her new work was about to blow up.

Although it was a summary of her past works, she still hoped Su Li would see it.

Maybe Su Li didn’t know who she was.

But she had definitely heard the songs MOKA had created.

Perhaps one song that felt familiar would make Su Li recall the little moments they had spent together.

She wondered whether those moments were even happy memories for Su Li.

Still, she began to hope, began to fantasize.

If they met again, Su Li might bring it up.

At that point, she could casually tell Su Li that it was all thanks to her that she had achieved what she had now.

Surely Su Li’s affection toward her would gradually rise.

MOKA thought about this in her heart, already looking forward to meeting Su Li again.

Funny how she had never felt this way back when Su Li came running at her every call.

She looked at her tidied room and thought that with a better creative environment, Su Li would be in a better mood.

Otherwise, if she accidentally knocked over a wine bottle while writing a song, losing inspiration wouldn’t matter much—but if Su Li got hurt, that would be terrible.

“Su Li…”

The song she had created played in MOKA’s ears, and her mind began to replay the experiences of creating music with Su Li in the past.

She was looking forward to it.

Wondering how the next spark of inspiration would appear in her mind.

The melodious song echoed through the room.

Jin Ke’er sat in the dimly lit room, listening as MOKA’s song poured out from the speakers.

The electronic drum beats pierced her eardrums like needles, and the synthesizer effects twisted into a discomforting hum in the air.

She gripped the armrest beside her, knuckles turning white from the force, her fingernails nearly digging into the leather fabric.

The occasional breathy sighs woven into the song reminded her of the image of Su Li’s neck being bitten by MOKA, her temples throbbing with every beat.

Suddenly, a soaring chorus rang out. She grabbed the crystal ashtray and hurled it at the speakers.

The sound of shattering glass mixed with the distorted melody in chaos.

Wine-red liquid spread from the overturned glass onto the carpet, like the bloodshot veins bulging in her eyes.

Damn her.

That bitch.

Jin Ke’er panted in fury.

She could imagine that after leaving her, Su Li had quickly found a new sponsor.

Then clung to that new sponsor with fawning flattery.

Not just that art museum director she’d encountered before.

But now this internet singer writing songs too.

Just what—any random stray cat or dog gets to enjoy service on the same level as her?

What made Jin Ke’er even angrier was that even when she offered more money, Su Li refused to come back to her.

That bitch.

She’d rather serve these commoners than serve her.

Jin Ke’er clenched her fists in rage.

It took a long while before she slowly calmed her emotions.

She would get Su Li.

There was nothing in this world she couldn’t have.

The image of the two of them creating music together surfaced in Jin Ke’er’s mind, and her heart burned even more with anger and irritation.

In her impression, artistic creation was not sacred.

On the contrary, it was full of decadence.

Su Li’s creation with that singer must be exactly the same.

Jealousy spread through her heart like wildfire.

That slut.

Bitch.

Why would she serve any random stray?

Just not her?

Serving her was Su Li’s honor!

It was an opportunity she had graciously given.

Jin Ke’er stared at the newly released work in front of her, contemplating whether to have it banned.

If she succeeded in killing it, that performer would lose her source of income.

Without money, she couldn’t afford Su Li’s services.

Surely Su Li wouldn’t serve someone with no money.

Once that performer had no money, she’d lose her value as a rival.

Jin Ke’er believed that if Su Li couldn’t find clients, she would eventually come back to her side and beg for forgiveness.

And when that time came, there would be plenty of opportunities to properly discipline Su Li.

Jin Ke’er sat in the dim study, her fingertips hammering heavily on the keyboard, the cold glow of the screen reflecting her sinister expression.

She pulled up MOKA’s new song data report, curled her lips into a cold sneer, and dialed the music platform executive’s number:

“President Li, I heard you’ve been trying to secure the Jin Group’s advertising placement recently?”

“I don’t want to see this singer named MOKA on the homepage recommendations ever again.”

After hanging up, she contacted a familiar tabloid marketing account and sent over the pre-packaged “plagiarism scandal” material she’d prepared on MOKA.

Jin Ke’er swirled her red wine glass, the glass refracting the twisted satisfaction in her eyes.

“You should know, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your mistake was getting involved with the wrong person.”

“If you want someone to blame, blame Su Li.”

Jin Ke’er murmured to herself as she stared at the work that had been taken down.

This was only the beginning.

People like MOKA were a dime a dozen in this era.

Of course, people like herself naturally held a certain power to decide whether an internet star kept rising.

Or got buried.

As long as the money was right, none of it was a problem.

Bai Huizi from the Bai family, on the other hand, was a bit trickier.

Jin Ke’er’s palm clenched and released, then clenched again. Even though crescent-shaped marks had already been pressed deep into her skin.

She paid them no mind.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest as she pondered how to deal with Bai Huizi.

As long as Bai Huizi was still around, her plan would never succeed.

Jin Ke’er sat in her chair, fingers digging into the armrest, knuckles pale.

Outside the window, dusk deepened. She stared at Bai Huizi’s photo on the wall, her chest heaving violently.

Bai Huizi.

That woman was branded into her mind like a curse.

Images of her elegant, composed demeanor and her intimate moments with Su Li kept flashing before her eyes.

She suddenly grabbed the medicine bottle from the tea table and hurled it at the photo. The sound of shattering glass exploded through the empty room.

“Why her…”

A hoarse growl was squeezed from Jin Ke’er’s throat, her nails scraping a piercing sound across the leather armrest.

Everything Bai Huizi had—healthy legs, family power, Su Li’s docile companionship—scraped against her nerves like sharp knives.

What she hated most was that woman always wearing that effortlessly composed smile, as if mocking her, a failure trapped in a wheelchair.

She refused to accept it!