Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1479 - 1453: A Good Poem

Xie Yingying was being very obedient, bowing her head and eating quietly.

With her worries set aside, she felt that the dishes Ye Chen made really had the perfect color, aroma, and taste, totally comparable to a Five Stars chef.

Xie Yingying was a little foodie too, so in front of this kind of feast of course she couldn’t stop herself.

Very soon, under the efforts of Ye Chen and the Two People, the whole table of dishes was completely polished off.

"Brother Ye Chen, the food you made is really too delicious." Xie Yingying said with a smile.

She even felt a bit unsatisfied, secretly thinking that if she could eat the delicious meals Ye Chen cooked every single day, how great that would be.

"It’s okay. If you want to eat more, when you come back I’ll cook for you again." Ye Chen said.

"Really? That’s awesome." Hearing that, Xie Yingying’s face lit up with excitement.

She increasingly felt that Ye Chen liked her, otherwise how could he say something like that?

"Why would I lie to you?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes at the girl.

Originally Xie Yingying wanted to clear the table, but Ye Chen stopped her.

"Yingying, go do your thing. Once I’m done tidying up I’ll come find you and help you write the poem." Ye Chen said as he gathered the plates on the table.

After all, this was his own place. From buying the groceries to cooking and then cleaning up, Ye Chen was doing it all by himself, which made Xie Yingying feel a bit embarrassed.

She wanted to help, but Ye Chen wouldn’t let her.

Helpless, she could only go back to the bedroom and continue thinking about the poem.

Ye Chen cleared the table in no time, washed all the plates and bowls, then walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing that Xie Yingying had actually gone back to the bedroom again, Ye Chen deliberately coughed at the doorway.

Hearing that, Xie Yingying glanced at Ye Chen standing at the door and said, "Brother Ye Chen, come in."

"No need, Yingying. My clothes are dirty, let’s stay in the living room." Ye Chen shook his head.

Seeing that Ye Chen didn’t come in, Xie Yingying didn’t ask again, and instead walked out of the room.

The reason she didn’t insist on letting Ye Chen enter the bedroom was that she was afraid Ye Chen would misunderstand, thinking she was some casual girl.

Because Xie Yingying liked Ye Chen, she especially cared about the way she looked in Ye Chen’s eyes.

"Yingying, I just heard you say you were fretting over writing a poem, right?" Ye Chen asked, looking at the approaching Xie Yingying.

"Yeah, it’s really too hard. I’ve thought so much my head’s about to explode." Xie Yingying said gloomily.

"What is there to fret about in writing a poem? It’s ridiculously easy, just casually write something and you’re done." Ye Chen said.

"Brother Ye Chen, if I could just casually write it, I really wouldn’t be worried. The main thing is it has to be on the Mid-Autumn theme." Xie Yingying frowned.

"That’s also really easy to write." Ye Chen nodded.

He had the poem copyrights of Li Bai, and he could just casually pick one related to the moon from there, and that’d do.

Just as Ye Chen was searching in that huge poetry database, a system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the takeout order, obtaining Tang Dynasty Poetry and Song Lyrics Copyright."

Hearing the system’s reward, Ye Chen was stunned for a moment.

Just owning Li Bai’s poem copyrights was already pretty amazing, and he hadn’t expected to get an even more badass one on top of that.

Now his material instantly became even richer.

Seeing Ye Chen’s dazed expression, Xie Yingying thought he couldn’t come up with anything either.

But she didn’t have the nerve to ask, since Ye Chen was helping her out.

Right now Xie Yingying had pinned all of her hopes on Ye Chen.

Monday was the submission deadline, and the time left for her was already running out. She still didn’t have a single clue.

Ye Chen forced down the joy in his heart, letting his expression return to calm.

"Yingying, I’ve already got it. Go get me some paper and a pen." Ye Chen said to the girl beside him.

Xie Yingying hadn’t expected Ye Chen to come up with something so fast and hurried back to the bedroom to fetch the things as instructed.

While she was gone, Ye Chen used the chance to search online for what he was about to write, and sure enough, there was nothing.

These poems had actually all vanished into the long river of history, and now they belonged to Ye Chen alone.

Ye Chen took the paper and pen from Xie Yingying and started writing, his hand moving in swift strokes.

Xie Yingying sat at the side watching, until Ye Chen put the pen down.

She picked up the sheet of paper and started reading.

"Above the sea the bright moon rises, under the sky all share this time."

"Lovers curse the long far-off night, through all the hours grows their longing."

"Extinguish the candle, cherish the full light, throw on a coat, feel the dew’s moist touch."

"Too much to hold and offer by hand, so back to bed to dream a perfect tryst."

After reading, Xie Yingying looked at Ye Chen in amazement and said, "Brother Ye Chen, this is really so good."

She truly loved this poem; it perfectly captured her homesickness.

Right now Xie Yingying was living alone in Modu, and she would sometimes think of her hometown.

Leaving home for her dreams, for a girl, was really not easy at all, and this poem showed the feelings she wanted to express in her heart to the fullest.

Ye Chen wasn’t surprised at Xie Yingying’s reaction at all; after all, this was penned by a famous poet from the Tang Dynasty.

"Brother Ye Chen, what’s the title of this poem?" Xie Yingying asked, looking at Ye Chen.

"Just give it a name yourself." Ye Chen said casually.

"Then let’s call it ’Homesickness’." Xie Yingying said with a smile.

After all, this was a poem written by Ye Chen, but he let her give it a title, which made Xie Yingying feel very happy.

Ye Chen understood Xie Yingying’s personality. If he did everything himself, she probably wouldn’t submit it to the poetry club.

Now this poem could be considered something she and Ye Chen created together.

"Mm, not bad, it fits the content of the poem quite well." Ye Chen nodded.

Xie Yingying decided to use this poem to take part in the essay contest.

Just then, Ye Chen’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen; it was actually Su Wanyi calling.

"Wang Hao, what’s up?" Ye Chen asked in a low voice.

Right now Xie Yingying was still immersed in the poem’s mood, unable to extricate herself for a long while.

She naturally didn’t pay attention to what Ye Chen was saying on the phone.

"President Ye, I heard from President Su that you can’t make it to the concert?" Wang Hao asked, sounding disappointed.

Wang Hao really wanted Ye Chen to witness his success, since all of this had been given to him by Ye Chen.

But after hearing from Su Wanyi that Ye Chen couldn’t come, he hurried to call and confirm.

"Yeah, I’ve been pretty busy lately. How’s your preparation going? Just relax." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Mm, preparation’s okay. Tonight I’ll definitely do my best." Wang Hao said firmly.

"Don’t put too much pressure on yourself." Ye Chen advised.

He knew that with Wang Hao’s strength, the concert was definitely going to be a big success.

Now Wang Hao already had some fame, and with those few new songs Ye Chen had written for him, the concert would definitely make Wang Hao even more popular afterward.