Chapter 116: Lowering his voice? He is whispering!

Most people in China have no idea about the origin of Lady Shexiang.

Only a few professors well-versed in history can detect a faint sense of familiarity when it comes to Lady Shexiang.

Every country.

Every era.

Is never short of great figures.

Among these great figures, there are undoubtedly women as well.

Of course.

Chen Fang spoke of true female heroes.

Not those self-proclaimed “new era women” or trendy little divas leading the tide of the times.

Kyoto.

Hengdian.

Today, Su Murou set off for a film crew in Hengdian. In truth, the shooting schedule was quite relaxed, but she went early partly to familiarize herself with the crew and filming environment as soon as possible, aiming to enter the acting state swiftly. On the other hand, she no longer wanted to be a third wheel in the villa.

Every time she saw Chen Fang and Ji Mei flirting, she couldn’t help but want to find a man to date.

But love, as a matter of fact,

was much more interesting to watch in others.

If she were to actually fall in love herself, it would be troublesome.

At this moment,

Su Murou had already checked into a hotel in Hengdian.

After a long journey, she took a hot shower, her whole body radiating warmth as she sat on the bed, watching the “Path of Stardom” program on TV.

“Chen Fang, that dog of a man, is really handsome.”

“But the women around him are so beautiful and tall.”

Su Murou's expression suddenly turned serious.

No, this won’t do!

There were far too many beauties around Chen Fang.

Su Murou felt frustrated, like she was angry at an unteachable person.

Chen Fang was so handsome and sang so well; surely many women out there had their eyes on him. Yet Ji Mei seemed completely unbothered, firmly convinced that Chen Fang would never betray her.

If it were Su Murou,

she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

If Chen Fang were her boyfriend, she would rather support him financially than let him go work and earn money.

“Forget it.”

“Bo Niu has to handle her own matters.”

Su Murou adjusted her mindset and focused intently on listening to the next song.

Meanwhile,

at the Xi residence,

Xi Dong sat with his legs crossed, his clothes somewhat disheveled, while Liu Ke beside him looked flushed and content.

Apparently,

Xi Dong had just finished submitting some work.

Before every time Xi Dong went to film on set, Liu Ke would relentlessly pursue him, trying to exhaust him so he’d lose interest in the young actresses on set.

“Wife, I’m already forty-six,”

Xi Dong sighed.

Forty-six!

His body really couldn’t keep up anymore.

When he was younger, four or five times in one night was normal, and the worst he’d feel the next day was just some soreness in his back and waist; but now, after just two times, his waist felt like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

“What’s wrong with being forty-six? You’d be the same at sixty-four,” Liu Ke glanced at Xi Dong indifferently. Seeing this, Xi Dong instantly put on a smile: “I just mean, if we aren’t careful and give Yuan Yuan a little brother or sister, I’d worry about you—you know how scared you had me when you gave birth to Yuan Yuan.”

Liu Ke wasn’t worried at all: “My body can’t conceive anymore, you know that. Otherwise, we’d have had a second child long ago, no need to wait until now.”

Hearing this,

Xi Dong sighed again.

When they were younger, Xi Dong and Liu Ke had hoped for a daughter and a son.

Most families wanted both boys and girls.

Xi Dong was no exception.

But unfortunately,

in the end, they only had one daughter.

It wasn’t that Xi Dong favored sons over daughters; he simply believed that having both a daughter and a son would bring more happiness.

Xi Dong gently embraced Liu Ke, patting her smooth back. At this moment, Liu Ke was completely bare underneath her clothes, and even in her forties, her skin remained smooth and fair. Seeing this, Xi Dong felt a stir, but thinking of his aching waist, he let it go.

“Having one Yuan Yuan is already more than enough for me,”

Xi Dong whispered.

Liu Ke leaned into her husband’s embrace: “I just hope Yuan Yuan gets married soon and starts her own family. But this girl, even though there’s such a good young man like Chen Fang to choose from, she’s just too proud and picky.”

“Yuan Yuan has her own thoughts; let her be,”

Xi Dong said.

“She doesn’t have any choice!” Liu Ke snapped, her temper fiery.

“Look at the young girls standing beside Chen Fang on TV — they’re beautiful, tall, and their personalities seem soft and sweet. Men love that kind of thing. And the way that young girl looks at Chen Fang? That’s definitely the look of a secret crush. I’ve been through this; I know the signs.”

Xi Dong was silent.

Ah, daughter,

where did you get your proud nature from?

“It’s starting, it’s starting.”

“Lady Shexiang.”

“Isn’t this episode supposed to be about remembering history? Why does this song sound like it’s about a woman?”

Liu Ke looked puzzled.

Xi Dong, who knew more, smiled and explained, “History is a broad concept. It can be a story, an object, or even a person. Lady Shexiang must have been a famous woman from some dynasty in China, so Chen Fang wrote a song about her and sang it.”

Liu Ke’s eyes brightened.

The prelude began.

The drumbeat was light, as if gently tapping on the drumhead, without much force.

The flute followed closely.

The flute was key.

The prelude was simple.

Yet, for some reason, it was especially catchy and rhythmic, making one want to hum along.

This Lady Shexiang song was clearly different from Chen Fang’s previous songs known for their killer intros. The most obvious change was the addition of many repeated melodies, which, combined with strongly rhythmic instruments, created a great stage effect.

“This kid,”

Xi Dong sighed,

“how much talent does he still have that he hasn’t shown yet?”

He had talked with Chen Fang many times. Chen Fang gave him the impression of maturity and calmness, with an unusual aura not typical of young people.

Xi Dong recalled what Xi Yuanyuan told him: Chen Fang wanted to rebuild the Future Star Film Department. At first glance, this idea didn’t seem realistic. Rather than spending effort to rebuild the Future Star Film Department, it might be simpler for Chen Fang to just start a private film studio or open a small film company.

Rebuilding the Future Star Film Department just wasn’t worth it.

At least,

from the perspective of a businessman and director, Xi Dong thought it wasn’t worth it.

But since Chen Fang had the idea, Xi Dong knew he had to seriously consider its deeper meaning.

Chen Fang was not an ordinary young man.

He must have his own reasons for doing things.

On the television,

the stage suddenly darkened.

On the screen,

a towering mountain arose.

Above the mountain were twinkling stars and a vast night sky.

Faintly,

all the audience could hear was the gentle sound of flowing water, washing over the mountain and flowing into the stillness of the night.

After the soft flute,

Chen Fang smiled slightly and slowly began to sing.

The lyrics followed:

“By the riverbank, cliffs face each other

Where wild buckwheat blooms in the grassy sea of Weining

Who hung the moon in the sky

Illuminating the words I long to say

Flowing into the sea

Flowing into the sea”

Chen Fang’s voice was low; his naturally deep, magnetic tone was even softer here, as if whispering.