Chapter One Hundred and Five: Even the Trousers Fall Off by Themselves...

After a great deal of fuss, Chen Fang finally managed to get Wang Situ into the bathroom.

At this point, all Chen Fang could hope for was that Wang Situ aimed at the toilet.

Otherwise, by tomorrow the bathroom would have turned into a swamp.

The commotion Chen Fang and Wang Situ made was not small, yet the door to Pang Tong’s room remained tightly shut.

Chen Fang knew full well.

That fat bastard always wore headphones when watching videos, and he cranked the volume up to the maximum.

In Pang Tong’s own words, that was the only way to feel truly immersed.

Still.

Thank goodness he had that habit.

Otherwise, if he had heard the noise outside and come out to look, the scene would have been unbearably awkward.

Chen Fang stood guard at the bathroom door for a long time before Wang Situ finally staggered out and collapsed into his arms. Chen Fang glanced at Wang Situ’s jeans; they were still dry. Not bad. At least she knew enough to take her pants off before using the toilet.

After helping Wang Situ back into the room, Chen Fang found himself even more sleepless.

What was he thinking?

Why take your pants off?

Now, every time Chen Fang closed his eyes, all he could see was Wang Situ undoing the buttons on her jeans.

...

Dawn broke.

Chen Fang sat on the sofa in a daze.

At that moment, he realized the drawbacks of this body.

It was simply too healthy. If it did not get a great deal of exercise every day, it would have far too much energy, and the result of that excess energy was that he could not sleep, no matter how he tossed and turned.

Could it be that, from now on, Chen Fang would have to spend every night in revelry just to fall asleep?

Would that not make him some kind of stallion?

Chen Fang liked women, yes, but not to the point of such wanton indulgence.

Besides.

Even if Chen Fang were willing to indulge himself, Ji Mei would not be able to take it.

Chen Fang frowned slightly. If he had too much energy, then he needed to keep himself busy. Being busy should help a lot.

But busy with what?

That was the question.

He could not possibly release a new song every day; if he did, people would really start dragging him off to be dissected for study.

“Maybe I should go act in a film?”

Chen Fang considered it for a moment.

Acting was a good choice.

Of course, Chen Fang had not forgotten what he had promised Ji Mei. In the second half of the year, he would still take her out traveling and sightseeing, so if he took on acting work, it could not be a television drama. Television scripts ran for dozens of episodes, and filming them took months upon months. Far too long.

If he was going to act, the best choice would be a film.

To be honest.

Even making a movie would not take a short amount of time.

But compared with shooting a television drama, it would still be somewhat shorter.

“I’ll ask Xi Dong later if there are any good film scripts recently. If there are, I’ll put myself forward.”

Having settled his next plan, Chen Fang first washed up, then woke Pang Tong so they could exercise together and buy breakfast on the way.

Back home.

Wang Situ still had not woken up.

Chen Fang went into the room to take a look. She was still breathing, so he left her alone.

What Chen Fang worried about most now was Wang Situ’s throat. She had practiced singing all day yesterday, then drunk so much at night; that was a serious strain on the throat.

Chen Fang’s limit of acceptability was a voice like Yang Kun’s.

If Wang Situ’s throat became even raspier than Yang Kun’s, then what was there left to sing?

It was not until noon that Wang Situ finally woke up, her head pounding like death itself.

She never usually drank, and after downing so much all at once, it was inevitable that she would feel awful the next day. In fact, she could not even remember why she had drunk so much yesterday.

“Have some hangover soup.”

Chen Fang handed her the bowl.

Wang Situ’s vision gradually cleared. Looking at the unfamiliar room, she sank into thought.

Had I been picked up after passing out last night?

No, that could not be right.

It did not hurt down there.

Could it be that Chen Fang went for her upper half instead?

Wang Situ’s eyes flickered with a strange light, and it was obvious she was thinking all sorts of nonsense. Chen Fang set the bowl down and gave her head a hard smack. “You were the one checking into hotels before, and I didn’t go. Do you really think I’d take advantage of you when you were drunk?”

Wang Situ’s head already hurt, and after being hit by Chen Fang, she only grew even more muddled. “What if you happen to like women who are all dreamy after a hangover...”

Chen Fang: ?

Damn it!

If he had not felt guilty toward Ji Mei, he would already have had those long legs over his shoulder.

But Chen Fang could only say such things to himself. Outwardly, he remained solemn. “You actually see me that way? I’m very disappointed. I gave my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone upon the ditch instead!”

Wang Situ’s eyes lit up. “You can write poetry too?”

This silly girl was beyond saving.

Chen Fang said irritably, “Finish the hangover soup and come out to eat. In the afternoon, we’ll go back to the company and keep practicing singing.”

Still.

Wang Situ’s words did remind Chen Fang of something.

In the history of this country, it seemed there had been no Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, and the like...

After lunch.

Wang Situ tugged at her jeans. After sleeping for so long, why did her pants feel so much bigger now?

Chen Fang glanced at her but said nothing.

Not just a little bigger.

If she had used a bit more force when undoing those buttons last night, her jeans would have been ripped apart by now.

Pang Tong hurried out the door.

Running a restaurant was serious business.

There was a great deal to do.

During this period, Pang Tong spent most of his days outside running around, only returning at night.

Chen Fang had no car, so he could only take Wang Situ on the subway. To avoid trouble, they both wore masks and sunglasses.

When they arrived at the company, the two of them first went to sit in Xi Yuanyuan’s office for a while.

Xi Yuanyuan was in a pretty good mood.

Clearly, Qian Youlai’s counterattack had been very effective.

By now, the entire online platform was spreading dirt on major entertainment companies. The entertainment firms named by Qian Youlai were spending money to suppress the trending topics, while those not named by him were spending money to buy them.

Everyone was a competitor.

These entertainment companies secretly fueling the heat of the trending topics all had one thought: take down one if they could.

The fewer rivals there were, the easier it would be for them to live in comfort.

One side was suppressing the heat, the other was buying it up.

Qian Youlai was the one who had started it all.

But it seemed...

the main character of the incident was slowly changing.

“President Qian is really something,” Xi Yuanyuan said with emotion. “He’s completely refreshed my understanding of him.”

Qian Youlai had always worn a smiling, easygoing face, giving people the impression that he was harmless. Who would have thought that once he opened his mouth, there would be nothing but fangs inside?

Chen Fang asked curiously, “We haven’t seen President Qian these past few days. Is he not at the company?”

Xi Yuanyuan poured tea for Chen Fang and Wang Situ, then replied casually, “I’m not sure either, but I heard from the higher-ups that President Qian isn’t in the capital right now. He’s gone to another city to meet someone in particular.”

Chen Fang raised an eyebrow.

It seemed Qian Youlai had long since planned everything out.

Xi Yuanyuan wrinkled her nose and looked at Wang Situ. “You’ve been drinking?”

Wang Situ froze for a moment, then awkwardly glanced at Chen Fang and nodded. “I had just a little yesterday.”

Suddenly, Xi Yuanyuan narrowed her eyes. “You drank with Chen Fang?”

Chen Fang was taken aback. “I didn’t drink.”

He had only watched Wang Situ drink. He really had not drunk.

Xi Yuanyuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Still.

Just to be safe.

She warned Wang Situ earnestly, “Situ, from now on, don’t drink alone with a man. If someone strips off your pants, you’ll be finished.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Wang Situ tugged at her jeans.

Xi Yuanyuan stared in astonishment. “What are you pulling at your pants for?”

“Oh, my pants are a bit loose. They feel like they’re about to fall off.”

Well, damn.

So no one else has to strip them off, right?

The pants really do fall off on their own...