"For this song, wouldn't self-accompanied singing work better?"

"I’m aware of it. I’ll consider it."

Su Wei brushed off Li Keqin with a casual reply and hung up. She stepped out of the room and headed to the third floor of the seaside villa. There, a spacious balcony stretched behind floor-to-ceiling windows, with a grand piano standing beside it. Su Wei sat down and gently brushed her fingers across the keys. In her past life, she’d only touched piano during school music classes—nowhere near beginner level. Yet as she approached the instrument now, a strange certainty washed over her: *I could play this.*

Tentatively, she began Canon—the piece her former self had struggled with for months. At first, her fingers fumbled slightly. But soon, smooth, flowing notes filled the villa.

Upstairs, Zhou Xi had been lying bored in bed when she suddenly perked up. She slipped out, quietly opened her door, and tiptoed up the stairs, drawn by the melody. Reaching the third-floor landing, she froze.

Before the vast window sat a girl like a celestial maiden, lost in passionate play. Behind her: the azure sea, the sun sinking gently into the horizon. Golden light haloed Su Wei. For a heartbeat, Zhou Xi forgot to breathe. Even her usually playful heart couldn’t bear to shatter the scene. Yet unwilling to let it vanish, she quietly pulled out her phone and tapped record.

*Click!*

The sharp sound shattered the melody. Every maid shot daggers at the culprit. Zhou Xi, realizing her blunder, stuck out her tongue with a sheepish, cute pout.

Su Wei turned toward the stairwell pillar where Zhou Xi hid and smiled wryly.

"Why hide back there? You look like a thief."

"Hehe."

Zhou Xi giggled, squeezing onto the piano bench beside her. "Weiwei, you play piano? That was gorgeous!"

"Li Keqin asked me to record a song. Just testing."

"This one? It’ll go viral worldwide!"

"Not this. Another."

"Huh? This is already perfect!"

"Got a mic? Professional-grade?"

"We do."

Zhou Xi’s villa was an entertainment treasure trove. Moments later, a maid set up a studio mic before Su Wei.

Su Wei had memorized *Scarborough Fair* in her past life—listened hundreds of times, knew every note. With her newfound skill, playing it was effortless. She handed her phone to Zhou Xi.

"Record a video for me."

"A video?" Zhou Xi’s eyes lit up. "Bring the camera!"

Soon, pro gear cluttered the room. Wireless mic swapped in. Framing adjusted. Sound checked. Su Wei took a slow breath, glanced at the sea, and spoke calmly from the piano:

"The song is *Scarborough Fair*—poetically rendered as 'Scarborough Market' in Chinese. Its lyrics trace back to 13th-century England. Scarborough was a coastal town where merchants, sailors, and pirates mingled. Legend says these words were spoken by a pirate to his executioner and the crowd before hanging. *Have you been to Scarborough Fair?*"

As the last word faded, piano notes rose. Su Wei gazed into the distance, as if stepping into medieval England.

*Are you going to Scarborough Fair?*

*Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.*

*Remember me to one who lives there.*

*She once was a true love of mine.*

*Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:*

*Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;*

*Without no seams nor needle work,*

*Then she'll be a true love of mine.*

—

The room fell into hushed reverence. Visions of a bustling medieval market flickered in their minds. Su Wei’s melancholic voice wrapped around them—soft, sorrowful. Most didn’t understand English, yet the haunting melody tugged at every heart.

When the final note faded, silence lingered. Zhou Xi sighed from the sofa:

"The ancients wrote: *The music lingers on the beams for three days.* I thought it mere exaggeration… Today, I truly believe it."

"You flatter me," Su Wei murmured, cheeks warm. "My piano’s barely beginner level. Singing? Just rough breathing and vocal tricks—no training."

"Don’t be modest!" Zhou Xi squeezed her hand, eyes sparkling. "You could perform at the Royal Opera House! Stand beside any master!"

Su Wei stood quickly. Another word and Zhou Xi would crown her goddess of music.

The near-raw video flew straight to Li Keqin. In her office, Li Keqin clicked play. Watching the goddess on screen, her pulse stuttered. Swallowing the urge to hoard it, she uploaded it untouched.

"Notify Marketing: split into 10-second clips. Flood YouTube, Twitter, WeChat. Feature the full video front-and-center on Qinge App. Legal: sue any site reposting the full video. No exceptions."

Jiucang Group surged into motion. Su Wei’s voice—angelic, pure—shattered hearts worldwide. Dreamlike scene. Fairy-like singer. Heavenly voice. Society trembled.

Even Qinge App in Huaxia felt the quake.

Su Xiu listened to his report, baffled.

"Scarborough Fair? Never heard of it."

"Headquarters’ campaign, sir. Here’s the video."

Su Xiu’s eyes widened. "*Holy crap?! Su Wei?!*"

"Chairwoman?!"

"Yes!" Su Xiu nodded sharply, then fell silent. "Feature it prominently on our app. Sue every reposting site. If they stall—report to me. I’ll handle it."

Thus, *Scarborough Fair* swept the globe. Only Qinge held the full version. Some sites ignored early lawsuits, betting on fading hype. But before court summons arrived, authorities called: *Remove it now—or shut down for three days.*

No site dared test fate again.