Chapter One Hundred and Four: Let's Talk This Over, Don't Take Off Your Pants

Creative Vision Entertainment.

Ju Nanchun walked out of the chairman's office. Though the lingering flush of excitement still remained on her face, her eyes were exceptionally cold.

Ji Donglai, the boss of Creative Vision Entertainment, had a penchant for mature women.

In fact, the older they were, the more he liked them.

His definition of a mature woman differed from most; he belonged to the superficial school of thought. As long as a woman was older, he considered her mature, and his affection grew with her age.

Ju Nanchun was in her early forties, which suited Ji Donglai's tastes perfectly.

There were even rumors that he had once kept a sixty-year-old mistress. The fetishes of the wealthy could indeed be bizarre.

After a rather hands-on, in-depth exchange in the office, Ju Nanchun had finally managed to use her body to placate Ji Donglai and keep him from holding her accountable.

"Pah."

"I need to rinse my mouth."

Ju Nanchun spat, adjusted her clothes, and began to ponder her next move.

Although she had temporarily stabilized the situation with her body, the outlook remained bleak. She had to find a way to clean up the negative backlash online as quickly as possible.

First step: Kang Zikai had to go.

From the very beginning, his value had been minimal.

If he hadn't solemnly promised that he had a great relationship with Xi Yuanyuan and could help recruit her to the company, Ju Nanchun would never have signed him in the first place.

Of course, Ju Nanchun only had herself to blame. If she had done a private investigation into the relationship between Xi Yuanyuan and Kang Zikai, she wouldn't be facing this mess today.

Kang Zikai had lied to her.

That was something she could not tolerate.

At that thought, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. "I'm not letting that idiot off easy."

While Kang Zikai was still dreaming of climbing into Ju Nanchun's bed, he had no idea that an endless nightmare awaited him.

Returning to her own office, Ju Nanchun peeled off her torn and ruined stockings, threw them into the trash bin, and propped her feet up on the desk, closing her eyes to think.

Just taking the first step wasn't enough.

To quell the online public outcry, dispel the public's doubts, and even gain fans in the process, the ultimate solution was to prove that the company's tax records were clean.

But... that was the hardest part.

Involuntarily, Ju Nanchun rubbed her temples.

Damn it!

These matters should have been the finance department's headache, but because the whole mess had started with Kang Zikai's lies during his livestream, she was the one who had to bear the responsibility.

Ju Nanchun knew all too well.

Ji Donglai couldn't be counted on.

He was the type of man who became heartless the moment he pulled his pants back up, pretending he didn't even know you.

If the company truly hit rock bottom, he wouldn't hesitate to throw her under the bus.

What should she do?

For the first time, Ju Nanchun felt completely lost.

***

Chen Fang was also having a rough time.

Wang Situ was sleeping in his room, which forced him to spend the night on the sofa.

Although the sofa was soft, he wasn't used to it, and by midnight, he was still wide awake.

"System."

"Dear, beloved System."

Chen Fang called out a few times.

He was worried the system had fallen asleep again.

To his surprise, the system's flat voice responded, "Speak if you have something to say."

"What time do you usually go to sleep?" Chen Fang asked curiously.

System: [...]

How did it end up with such an eccentric host this time? None of its previous hosts had ever asked such a question.

The system fell silent for a few seconds. "If you are just bored and looking for someone to chat with, I suggest you go to the fat bastard next door. He is currently in an exceptionally excited state, with his heart rate reaching 150 beats per minute."

Chen Fang: ?

"If I'm not mistaken, is that fat bastard's right hand also moving rapidly up and down?"

Chen Fang finally understood.

The reason Pang Tong's weight loss had been so remarkably effective probably had something to do with his furious self-pleasure.

"No more small talk then. Let's open the chest," Chen Fang said.

The system cooperatively dispensed the daily chest.

"Opening chest..."

"Congratulations, Host, you have received a bag of laundry de—"

"Apologies, wrong prize."

"Congratulations, Host, you have received a bottle of Body Strengthening Elixir."

*System, you're quite the prankster,* Chen Fang grumbled inwardly.

But his mood instantly brightened. It had been so long since he last got a Body Strengthening Elixir.

Looking at the familiar bottle in his hand, he didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he found two small vials and split the liquid evenly between them, putting one in the fridge and slipping the other into his pocket.

Seeing this, the system asked in surprise, "You're not drinking it?"

Chen Fang shook his head.

He planned to share this bottle of Body Strengthening Elixir with Ji Mei and Pang Tong.

Chen Fang's body was already in peak condition, even bordering on exceptionally athletic. Every time he and Ji Mei rolled in the sheets, it was always Ji Mei who ended up crying and begging for mercy; his robust physique was simply too much for her to handle.

For a sustainable sex life, it had to be a clash of equals.

Therefore, it was time to boost Ji Mei's physical stamina as well.

As for Pang Tong...

Chen Fang was purely worried that the kid would ruin his health from excessive self-pleasure, so this half-bottle of Body Strengthening Elixir was meant to help him recuperate.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Chen Fang.

"System, can I buy that little green bottle I got from the chest last time?"

"The little green bottle?"

The system pondered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to recall what it was. After a moment, it realized. "Oh, that thing. You can buy it, but that item only works on you. For anyone else, drinking it is no different from drinking plain water; it won't have any effect."

Hearing this, Chen Fang was deeply disappointed.

He had wanted to buy it for Wang Situ so she wouldn't have to worry about ruining her vocal cords during practice.

Now, it seemed that path was blocked.

Chen Fang wanted to ask the system a few more questions, but just then, his bedroom door creaked open. Wang Situ stumbled out, her bare feet padding against the floor as if she were performing a drunken boxing routine.

Chen Fang quickly sat up from the sofa. "Wang Situ?"

Was she sleepwalking?

No!

Her eyes were wide open.

Chen Fang had never seen anyone sleepwalk with their eyes open.

Wang Situ's face was flushed red, and her hands were clutching tightly at her jeans. "I need to use the bathroom," she mumbled incoherently.

Chen Fang let out a sigh of relief.

He thought it was something serious!

Just as he was about to point her to the bathroom, Wang Situ began unbuttoning her jeans right then and there. Startled, Chen Fang sprang up, rushed to her side, and firmly pinned down her restless hands.

*We were having a perfectly normal conversation, why are you suddenly stripping?*

Obviously, Wang Situ was still drunk.

Her saying she needed the bathroom was purely physical instinct.

And of course, stripping in public was also purely physical instinct.

Wang Situ pressed her long, slender legs tightly together, looking as if she were on the verge of tears. "I really can't hold it anymore!"

*You have to hold it even if you can't!*

If she stripped now, how was Chen Fang supposed to control himself?

Besides, there was still a fat bastard in the house.

Grabbing the waistband of her jeans, Chen Fang practically dragged her to the bathroom door.

He felt a wave of mixed emotions.

In the past, he was always the one taking off women's pants. Now, he was actually holding onto them to keep them on. Since when had he become so wholesome?