Chapter 167: A Tightening Between the Legs

The song has ended, but the lingering emotions remain.

Though the sole listener of this song was Yue Mi, it closely mirrored the time when Chen Fang recorded *East Wind Breaks* in the recording studio with only Xi Yuanyuan as his audience.

Yet, this song would soon have countless listeners in the future.

Chen Fang possessed this absolute confidence.

After finishing the song, Chen Fang took a long while to calm down.

This was the first time he had sung a piece whose intense emotions could not be quickly adjusted within a short span of time.

Beyond the soundproof glass, Yue Mi was equally quiet.

She simply gazed silently at Chen Fang as he struggled to regain his composure.

After a long while, Chen Fang let out a deep breath. This song carried a heavy sorrow when sung—not the kind that simply made one want to cry, but rather a lingering melancholy akin to a depression that required a lengthy healing process.

"This song packs such a lasting punch," Chen Fang muttered, clicking his tongue.

The next second, he raised his head, removed the soundproof headphones from his head, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Why was Yue Mi outside?

When did she arrive?

Chen Fang had been too immersed in his singing to notice anything happening outside.

Stepping out of the inner recording studio, Chen Fang picked up a bottle of cold water from the studio's refrigerator and took a few sips. Drinking cold water right after singing was actually bad for the vocal cords, but Chen Fang desperately wanted it to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

As the cold water slid down his throat, Chen Fang instantly felt refreshed.

He had to admit that drinking ice-cold water was truly the most effective way to wake up—far more potent than a cup of coffee.

Having done that, Chen Fang looked at Yue Mi and asked, "When did you get here?"

Yue Mi maintained her usual aloof expression. Perhaps in front of outsiders, she was accustomed to hiding her true thoughts and emotions.

"Not long ago," Yue Mi replied softly.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Chen Fang felt that Yue Mi's voice was a bit softer than before, and her tone lacked its usual icy, grating edge.

Chen Fang nodded.

He did not ask why she had come here.

After all, it was already afternoon. When Chen Fang arrived at the company in the morning, they had already agreed to gather at the film and television department in the afternoon.

Chen Fang picked up his belongings. "Let's go now."

Yue Mi paused for a moment. "You're not going to keep singing?"

She actually still wanted to listen to Chen Fang sing; as for the film and television department, that could wait.

Besides, her grandfather was Yue Gusi.

With that name thrown out, who among the recruits in the film and television department would dare show any dissatisfaction?

Of course, they couldn't delay for too long either.

While the others could be ignored, the female lead of this drama was An Tinghan, so the influence of the An family still needed to be accommodated.

"I'm done singing."

With that, Chen Fang walked out of the recording studio.

Seeing this, Yue Mi followed closely, walking right by his side, shoulder to shoulder.

Chen Fang glanced at Yue Mi with a hint of surprise before looking away. Today, Yue Mi wasn't wearing perfume, but there was a faint scent of lavender on her clothes—likely the smell of laundry detergent.

It was rather nice.

Compared to heavy perfume, the scent of laundry detergent felt much more comforting.

Only, this woman seemed to be walking a bit too close. As they walked side by side, the sensation of their arms brushing against each other was crystal clear.

"Was that a new song just now?" Yue Mi looked straight ahead, showing no intention of looking at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang didn't turn to look at her either, replying indifferently, "Yes, it's a new song. I plan to record and release it sometime soon."

"It sounds nice."

"......"

For a moment, Chen Fang didn't know how to respond.

Mostly because Yue Mi was not the type of person to initiate small talk.

Seeing that Chen Fang didn't answer, Yue Mi finally turned her head to look at him. "I heard you went to Hengdian to film *Three Lives, Three Worlds* some time ago. How did it feel to act?"

"It was great."

That was the truth.

Chen Fang felt that acting was wonderful, especially after immersing himself in a character. During those moments when his acting prowess burst forth, even a performer like Chen Fang found it exceptionally shocking, giving him goosebumps all over.

Yue Mi didn't say anything more after that.

However, the slight curve at the corner of her lips indicated that she was in a very good mood at the moment.

After hesitating for a long while, Chen Fang couldn't help asking, "Actually, I've always been curious about one thing."

"Go ahead."

"It's the middle of summer. Aren't you hot wearing a trench coat? Or are you... suffering from a weak constitution and feeling constantly chilled?"

Although it was already late August, the daytime temperature was still quite high.

It wasn't until nightfall that the temperature would drop a little.

During the two and a half months Chen Fang had been away from Kyoto, Yue Mi had dressed like this almost every single day—trench coat, high heels. Perhaps in her wardrobe at home, there were hundreds of similar trench coats that she wore in rotation, but Chen Fang simply couldn't understand: wearing so many layers in the dead of summer, wasn't she really hot?

Hearing this, Yue Mi's expression stiffened.

"A weak constitution?"

It was the first time anyone had ever described her that way.

Chen Fang nodded solemnly. "Women can have a weak constitution too. If you feel cold all the time, I suggest you go see a doctor."

Yue Mi: ......

Damn it!

Her fists were clenched.

A very distinct emotional change appeared on Yue Mi's face. Her eyes turned icy, and the mocking smirk at the corner of her lips stretched to its maximum. "How about after work today, you and I get a hotel room and find out? Let's see whether you have a weak constitution or I do."

What a polite thing to say!

In an instant, Chen Fang's mind had already conjured up an image of Yue Mi in bed.

Chen Fang was a man who could wage battle all night without getting tired. Probably only Ji Mei in her current state could go toe-to-toe with him; any other woman would be left crying for mercy.

Still, he could only think about it.

The pleasure of the bed lasts a moment, but the aftermath is a funeral pyre.

Chen Fang was no longer just the owner of an entertainment agency, and Yue Mi was not a female artist under his company, so matters involving such zero-distance communication still required caution.

"Foreigners are certainly open-minded."

"Straight to booking a hotel room."

Chen Fang shook his head with a smile.

The implication was clear: this was China, not abroad, so big brother wasn't going to go open a room with her.

However, in Yue Mi's ears, those two sentences took on an entirely different meaning. She subconsciously assumed that Chen Fang thought she lived a wild life abroad, or even that she had slept with many men.

In an instant, Yue Mi's eyes narrowed slightly, her sapphire-blue pupils flashing with a dangerous signal.

Chen Fang glanced down at his phone.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Suddenly, Chen Fang felt his body pulled by a tremendous force, and his entire frame was shoved straight against the company's wall.

The scent of lavender grew heavier.

Thud!

With a soft impact, Chen Fang looked in astonishment at Yue Mi right before him. The distance between their faces was less than ten centimeters, and he could even see the tiny, ice-crystal-like blue flecks in her eyes, which were remarkably striking.

Chen Fang was a bit baffled.

What was going on here?

Did this woman actually want to hook up with him right here in the office?

Yue Mi's entire body was practically pressed against Chen Fang's chest, and her hot breath tickled his face, inevitably stirring up a wave of restlessness in his heart.

"Chen Fang."

"Do you think I'm a promiscuous woman?"

Yue Mi asked with a smile.

A dangerous smile.

Chen Fang felt a sudden tightening in his lower groin.

He could clearly feel a knee pressing firmly against his crotch. All it took was one wrong word from him, and that knee would make intimate contact with his crown jewels.