Chapter Fifty-Eight: Sounds Like a Terrible Play

Villa living room.

Chen Fang sat to the side, his expression somewhat awkward.

Across from the sofa, a woman with enchanting features and delicate facial structure was eyeing Chen Fang with a murderous glare.

“All right, Xiaorou, he didn’t do it on purpose,” Ji Mei shot Chen Fang a sidelong look.

Chen Fang shrugged. How was he supposed to know there was someone else in the villa?

“Who is this pervert?” the woman demanded. “And why is he in your house?”

The woman, called Xiaorou, took a deep breath and stopped looking at Chen Fang. Although Chen Fang was handsome, the fact that he had groped her chest the first time they met meant she had already branded him a pervert.

Chen Fang was clearly displeased. “I’m not a pervert.”

Su Murou sneered. “You may look decent, but at your core, you’re just a lecher.”

She wasn’t wrong. Chen Fang was indeed a bit of a lecher. But what man isn’t? Still, in this situation, there was no way he’d admit it out loud. “Even if I am a lecher, with your figure, you’re not someone I’d be interested in.”

“You—!”

The next second, Su Murou looked ready to leap over and pin Chen Fang to the ground for a beating.

Sensing this, Ji Mei nudged Chen Fang, signaling him to say less.

Chen Fang pursed his lips and fell silent.

Perhaps truly infuriated by Chen Fang, Su Murou began to speak without thinking, “Just now in the bathroom, you grabbed and wouldn’t let go with both hands, even weighed them a few times! If I hadn’t shouted, your hands would have gone even lower!”

…This was slander.

Chen Fang had only given a quick squeeze, realized something felt off, and was about to let go. He hadn’t intended to go any further.

Before Chen Fang could defend himself, Ji Mei studied him with a peculiar look.

“For the last time, I thought it was Ji Mei in the bathroom,” Chen Fang sighed.

There was no helping it. Both sides were at fault here. But as a man, not only had he seen her body, he’d also touched her—there was no denying that, in this situation, he was the one in the wrong.

“All right, all right, just be more careful in the future,” Ji Mei tried to comfort her friend.

Su Murou bristled like a startled kitten, “The future? Does he plan on living here long-term? I don’t agree! A single man and two women living together—it’s too risky.”

Truth be told, Chen Fang did intend to stay long-term. If it weren’t for Pang Tong accusing him of choosing lust over friendship, he’d have moved out of his rented apartment already.

Ji Mei shared the same thoughts. She didn’t want Chen Fang to leave. Having already become so intimate, living together was hardly an issue.

But now wasn’t the time for that—Su Murou was here. Her friend also planned to stay for a long time. With another woman in the house, anything between Chen Fang and Ji Mei would become inconvenient.

“But you’re here, aren’t you?” Ji Mei smiled, hinting that she still hoped Chen Fang would stay.

Su Murou glanced at Chen Fang, then at her own petite frame. Against his tall, athletic build, she seemed especially delicate.

Suddenly, the image of Chen Fang’s eight-pack abs flashed through her mind. In the bathroom just now, both of them had been naked. When she turned to hit him and shouted, she had inadvertently glimpsed his abs, which left her briefly dazed.

“He’s got a great body,” the thought popped into Su Murou’s mind.

The next second, she cursed at herself inwardly—Shameless! Lusting after a man’s body!

Forcing herself to look solemn, Su Murou said to Ji Mei, “No. He must leave.”

By rights, Su Murou should have called the police and had Chen Fang arrested. But seeing Ji Mei’s protective stance, she had no choice but to compromise—at the very least, she wanted Chen Fang out of the house.

“Think about it, Ponyo,” Su Murou said anxiously, “with his physique, the two of us living here with him is like two sheep thrown to a wolf. What if one day we wake up in bed with no clothes on—by then it’ll be too late.” She was genuinely worried; with her build, Chen Fang could lift her with one hand. If he ever tried to overpower her, she’d stand no chance.

Ji Mei shot her friend a look. “Don’t call me Ponyo.”

Ponyo?

Chen Fang glanced at Ji Mei’s ample chest. Yes, that nickname fit perfectly.

Ji Mei almost wanted to tell her friend that last night, she and Chen Fang had already been intertwined naked on the bed. Not just the bed, but all over the living room—traces of their passion were everywhere. The very sofa Su Murou was sitting on had been one of last night’s main battlefields.

But saying that would be too embarrassing.

Ji Mei looked at Chen Fang. “I’m hungry.”

At that, Chen Fang got up and walked toward the kitchen. Clearly, Ji Mei wanted him out of the room to have a private conversation with her friend.

Which suited Chen Fang just fine. He had no desire to stay with Su Murou—petite and bad-tempered, nothing like the gentle Ji Mei.

“Chen Fang is a good man,” Ji Mei took the opportunity to put in a good word for him.

Su Murou snorted. “Do you like him?”

“I do,” Ji Mei admitted openly.

Su Murou couldn’t understand. “What’s so good about him? At best, he’s a little handsome, has a nice body, a magnetic voice, and stands out in a crowd.”

Ji Mei was speechless. Wasn’t that enough?

Su Murou stared at her for a long time, then sighed. Her friend was already in her late twenties and had never been in a relationship. Now that she finally liked a man, Su Murou couldn’t bear to play the villain. “What does he do for a living? What’s his family background?”

“He’s currently an artist with Future Stardom,” Ji Mei replied, knowing her friend well enough to detect the softening in her tone.

Future Stardom?

Su Murou frowned slightly. “Isn’t that company on the brink of bankruptcy?”

Future Stardom’s reputation was well known in the industry. If nothing changed, it would be acquired by another entertainment company within a few years.

“It’s getting better now,” Ji Mei answered without surprise. Technically, Su Murou was also in the entertainment business, so it wasn’t odd that she knew of Future Stardom.

However, Su Murou worked in film and television, not music. She’d acted in several movies over the years, and just last year won Best Newcomer at the end-of-year film and television awards.

What surprised Su Murou was how indifferent Chen Fang had been toward her earlier, as if he didn’t recognize her at all.

“And his family background?”

“He’s an orphan.”

Su Murou was silent for several seconds, realizing she’d touched a sore spot.

After a moment, she leaned back carelessly on the sofa and waved her hand dismissively. “Just be careful. Don’t let yourself be deceived by a man.”

Ji Mei smiled. Her friend had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

“So what brings you to the capital all of a sudden?” Ji Mei asked curiously. She hadn’t told anyone about losing her job, not even Su Murou.

“I missed you,” Su Murou said pitifully, looking at Ji Mei.

Ji Mei was merciless. “Tell the truth.”

Su Murou blushed, embarrassed at being seen through, but quickly rushed over to hug Ji Mei, acting spoiled. “Fine, I really did miss you and wanted to see you. But honestly, my schedule and filming plans are all in Hengdian, Beijing this year—it’s just a coincidence.”

So that was it—she’d come to freeload, eat, and stay over.

“What are you filming in the second half of the year?” Ji Mei asked, curious. Her friend usually worked in Shanghai, rarely venturing north of the divide. What brought her to Hengdian now?

“A historical fantasy romance drama.”

“All right, say no more.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can tell it’s going to be a terrible show just from the genre. I don’t even want to know the title.”

Su Murou was speechless.