Chapter Twenty-Eight: An Tinghan, You Truly Aren't a Picky Eater!

“Ms. Tong Qin, would you mind leaving your contact information?” Xi Yuanyuan neither agreed nor refused.

Tong Qin took a business card from her bag and handed it to Chen Fang. “I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long. Thank you.”

Just as Chen Fang was about to reach for the card, Xi Yuanyuan, quick as lightning, snatched it and tucked it into the pocket of Chen Fang’s suit.

Seeing this, Tong Qin smiled faintly and turned to leave.

Only when Tong Qin’s figure had vanished did Xi Yuanyuan release her grip on Chen Fang’s mouth, taking the card from his pocket, her eyes full of shock and excitement.

Tong Qin!

The top agent of Dreamscape Entertainment!

Chen Fang spat a few times. Xi Yuanyuan had nearly shoved her whole hand into his mouth.

Beside them, President Qian was so excited he slapped Chen Fang’s shoulder. “Chen Fang, this is a great opportunity!”

A great opportunity?

Chen Fang frowned.

“Is this An Tinghan really that famous?” he asked.

Judging by Xi Yuanyuan and President Qian’s reactions, it seemed An Tinghan was quite a remarkable figure.

“You don’t know An Tinghan?” Now Xi Yuanyuan was even more astonished.

Chen Fang’s bewildered gaze made it clear he truly had no idea who An Tinghan was.

“She’s the top superstar in China’s music scene.”

“The backbone of Dreamscape Entertainment.”

“And a newly crowned queen of pop.”

Xi Yuanyuan counted off her fingers one by one, as if An Tinghan’s titles were endless.

So impressive?

Chen Fang was slightly surprised.

With utmost seriousness, Xi Yuanyuan fixed her gaze on him. “Chen Fang, you must write a song for An Tinghan!”

This was a matter of great importance—far more significant than participating in the show Starlight Road.

“I still have to prepare for the third round of auditions. I’m afraid I won’t have much time to compose a new song,” Chen Fang replied, not out of refusal.

In fact, Chen Fang had long foreseen that he would eventually have to write songs for others. Since he had to write songs anyway, why not write for the queen herself and ride some of her fame?

However, he had no intention of giving up on Starlight Road. For Ji Mei! Chen Fang was determined to see Starlight Road through to the end.

Even a queen of pop could not take Ji Mei’s place in his heart.

Xi Yuanyuan grew anxious. “The auditions aren’t important! Having An Tinghan sing your song would give you far more exposure than any TV show! You need to know your priorities!”

“I never said I wouldn’t write it,” Chen Fang shrugged.

After all, for him, songwriting was never a difficult task.

“Get in touch with Tong Qin and ask what kind of song An Tinghan wants. I’ll compose when I have time.” With that, Chen Fang stopped looking at Xi Yuanyuan, resumed his conversation with President Qian, and headed out of the venue.

President Qian was a shrewd man. Since Chen Fang didn’t want to discuss the matter further, he sensibly kept silent.

Watching Chen Fang’s departing figure, Xi Yuanyuan bit her red lip. This little man was truly a tough nut to crack.

…

Online, three trending topics dominated the charts.

The top trending topic was Chen Fang signing with Future Star Entertainment.

In no time, all the old scandals of Future Star were dragged back into the light. People had mixed opinions about Chen Fang’s decision to join an entertainment company with such a poor reputation.

“Chen Fang is so foolish! How could he join Future Star?”

“Future Star is such a mess now—signing with them is just sabotaging his own future!”

“He must have been misled!”

“The entertainment industry is a shark tank—Chen Fang can’t handle it.”

“A trashy rookie for a scandal-ridden company. Lock him in! Don’t let Future Star unleash Chen Fang on other companies.”

“His first few songs were unbearable. I have no idea why anyone listens.”

“Judging by how he scolded the judges in the first round, he must be of questionable character—a perfect match for Future Star.”

“Who is Chen Fang, anyway?”

Some pitied Chen Fang. Others felt he and Future Star were birds of a feather. And, of course, there were those who had never heard of him. After all, Chen Fang had only appeared in two audition rounds; his exposure and fame were still limited, and most people didn’t know him.

Amidst the sea of comments, one stood out with an astonishing number of likes:

“The songs your idol sings are crap, yet not only do you not mind, you even go and taste them for saltiness, then say it’s just right—aren’t you just like a dog? Even a wild boar wouldn’t touch bran.”

This comment had tens of thousands of likes, and with every refresh, the count grew by several thousand.

This naturally enraged Cheng Jie’s fans, and a fierce online war was about to erupt.

The second trending topic was also about Cheng Jie: his agent had officially announced his withdrawal from the next round of Starlight Road, with heartfelt apologies to every fan.

It had to be said—artists from major companies could indeed act as they pleased. They could join in halfway, leave whenever they wanted.

Under this trending topic, the comments were overwhelmingly supportive of Cheng Jie, so saccharine that they made one’s skin crawl.

Disgusting! Absolutely revolting! These star-struck fangirls really could say anything.

The third trending topic was even more intriguing:

[An Tinghan to join next month’s dating show, rumored male partner is Cheng Jie.]

Its popularity was skyrocketing. In barely an hour, it had overtaken the other two and reached the top.

On one side was the superstar queen An Tinghan, on the other, company trainee Cheng Jie. People had heard so many tales of princes and Cinderellas that the role reversal felt curiously entertaining.

Of course, the most frenzied were Cheng Jie’s fans.

“No one is good enough for my idol! But if it’s An Tinghan, I suppose that’s barely acceptable.”

In their eyes, this rumored pairing was all thanks to Cheng Jie, and they hoped An Tinghan would cherish the opportunity.

Obsessive fans—truly frightening.

In the banquet hall of a five-star hotel, Chen Fang, bored, slipped away to play on his phone.

He first searched for An Tinghan—she was indeed famous. Just reading through her search profile would take over ten minutes.

“Quite pretty,” was Chen Fang’s highest praise.

For Xi Yuanyuan or You Nianwei, he’d only ever offered the nicknames “Bun Xi” and “Mung Bean You.”

An Tinghan was well-rounded, with both looks and figure, a perfect combination.

However, as ever, Chen Fang had developed immunity to beautiful women. Even if An Tinghan was as stunning as Liu Yifei, he—no, wait, if it were Liu Yifei, he’d still have no resistance.

Though An Tinghan was lovely, in his heart she still didn’t compare to the fairy-like goddess.

After reading up on An Tinghan, Chen Fang checked out the latest trending topics. The top spot was, naturally, An Tinghan and Cheng Jie.

“This girl really isn’t picky,” Chen Fang marveled. Even a guy like Cheng Jie was to her taste?

No way! Clearly, his earlier evaluation of An Tinghan was too generous; he’d have to lower it.

As for the other two trending topics, Chen Fang glanced at the comments, saw the one with the most likes, and burst out laughing. He even registered a new account just to like that comment.

Netizens really were the best—when it came to savage wit, no one could beat them.