Chapter 77: Where Did You Get This Script?

Returning to the company.

Chen Fang wore a radiant smile.

Yunmeng Island was always just work. The capital was his eternal home.

Naturally, another reason Chen Fang yearned to return to the capital was that Ji Mei had come back from Hengdian.

“I’m heading out first.”

Chen Fang wanted to make his escape.

But Xi Yuanyuan grabbed his collar and dragged him toward the conference room.

Along the way, several colleagues snickered quietly.

Xi Yuanyuan pretended not to notice.

“As an artist, you need to report on your variety show activities, and the songs you recorded earlier have been released. The company needs to sync with you on sales data,” Xi Yuanyuan said with an air of icy indifference.

Sales?

The moment Chen Fang heard it was about money, he no longer felt any urgency to leave.

Inside the conference room.

The executives were assembled around the table.

Naturally, Qian Youlai sat at the head. Upon seeing Chen Fang enter, the wrinkles on his face bloomed instantly like a chrysanthemum.

“Chen Fang’s here, sit wherever you like,” Qian Youlai said with a smile, raising his hand.

Chen Fang nodded and smiled at the other executives before choosing a seat.

Xi Yuanyuan sat right beside him.

With everyone present, the meeting began.

Each department reported on their work.

All in all, things were much improved from before.

Chen Fang’s arrival had truly injected fresh vitality into this half-dead company, though it still wasn’t quite enough.

He paid little attention to the earlier reports, only perking up when the finance manager began his summary.

A few minutes later, the finance manager finished.

The joy on Chen Fang’s face was unmistakable.

At last, there was money again!

He was nearly moved to tears.

Based on the first month’s profit split, the total income from all his released songs was about twenty-five million; after the fifty-fifty split with the company, Chen Fang could pocket over twelve million.

Additionally, Qian Youlai had personally decided to award Chen Fang a two-million bonus.

In other words, his bank account suddenly had over fourteen million.

With food in the house, there’s no need to worry.

Indeed, money brings peace of mind.

Of course, Chen Fang immediately repaid the five million he owed Qian Youlai, leaving him with just over nine million.

As he left the company, Xi Yuanyuan reminded him she would send the script to his email, and not to forget to check.

Chen Fang agreed.

Afterward.

Chen Fang headed straight to a luxury boutique.

“I’ll buy a gift for Ji Mei.”

Previously, lacking funds, he hadn’t been able to buy a proper present for her.

After hours of careful selection, he finally paid and made his way to Ji Mei’s home.

The villa was still as quiet as ever.

As he entered by punching in the password, the sound of someone showering came from the bathroom.

This time, Chen Fang wasn’t impulsive.

After a short while, the bathroom door opened.

A slender figure, wrapped in a bathrobe with wet hair dripping water, emerged.

Chen Fang recognized her—it was Ji Mei this time.

The next moment, a pair of strong arms wrapped around Ji Mei’s waist, hands slipping mischievously inside the bathrobe, startling her almost into a scream.

“It’s me,” Chen Fang whispered.

Hearing this, Ji Mei realized Chen Fang had returned from Yunmeng Island, her cheeks tinged with pink. “I thought a thief had broken in.”

Chen Fang held her close, feeling the warmth of her body and the restless heart that finally felt at home. “I had a meeting at the company, then came straight here.”

He released her and took a gift box from his pocket.

“A present for you.”

With a smile, Chen Fang opened the box.

Inside lay a diamond necklace, sparkling with brilliant light.

Ji Mei didn’t ask about the price. As long as it was from Chen Fang, she loved it. She lifted her damp hair, her gaze tender, and said, “Help me put it on.”

Chen Fang’s hands circled her neck. The fresh scent from her recent shower drifted into his nose, more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac. Ji Mei, swept up by emotion, pressed her lips to his.

Chen Fang could barely restrain himself.

My little brother! Unmatched under heaven!

It’s time to let him come out for some fun.

The next second, a muffled murmur echoed from the bedroom, followed by the sound of slippers shuffling: “Bonnie, I’m hungry. I want your egg fried rice.”

Ji Mei snapped back from her reverie.

Chen Fang licked his lips, casting a dark look toward the bedroom door.

Damn it! Su Murou still hadn’t left!

Creak—

The bedroom door opened.

Su Murou rubbed her eyes, spotting Chen Fang.

He was still holding Ji Mei, who made no effort to hide their intimacy. Smiling, Ji Mei replied, “I just finished my shower. I’ll rest a bit, then cook.”

Su Murou was momentarily stunned.

Then, a pair of pink slippers scampered over. “You scoundrel! Let go of Bonnie!”

Chen Fang laughed, bewildered. “What business is it of yours if I’m being affectionate with my wife? Some people freeload food, drinks, and lodging, then interfere with others’ happiness.”

Su Murou’s cheeks puffed up with anger.

Ji Mei patted Chen Fang.

Her man and her best friend seemed destined never to get along.

Seeing this, Chen Fang released Ji Mei and sprawled carelessly on the sofa.

Moments ago, he’d nearly torn off Ji Mei’s bathrobe for a battle lasting three hundred rounds, only to be interrupted by Su Murou. His mood soured, so he ignored her.

Ji Mei went to her room, changed into loose clothes, and headed for the kitchen.

Su Murou hugged a cute dinosaur plushie, sitting on the sofa and glaring at Chen Fang.

After a while, Chen Fang began to feel uncomfortable.

“Do you need something?” he asked, eyes drifting downward, his expression odd.

Su Murou looked puzzled, glanced down, and realized her posture was rather unseemly, showing a bit more than she intended.

“Pervert!” She immediately clamped her legs together.

The plushie hid any accidental exposure.

Tch!

Chen Fang scoffed.

No curves, no assets—who would want to look!

He pretended to play with his phone, but in reality was plotting how to get Su Murou out so he and Ji Mei could have their world to themselves.

Just then, Su Murou spoke up.

“Chen Fang.”

He didn’t answer.

Not worth his time!

At that moment, he felt more resentful than any office worker.

Suddenly, his phone chimed.

New email.

Opening it, Chen Fang saw the script sent by Xi Yuanyuan.

With nothing else to do, he opened the script to read. Since it was a TV series, there were many episodes, and the plot felt somewhat tedious and verbose.

At that moment, Su Murou leaned closer.

Chen Fang was absorbed in the script and didn’t notice her movements.

“The plot’s a bit like ‘Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms.’”

“The characters are decent.”

“But the story drags too much. Just the male and female lead’s first meeting takes two whole episodes.”

His verdict: average.

Of course, from a man’s perspective, the script was just average. But women would probably find it very appealing, since it was a female-centric story with everything revolving around the heroine.

Chen Fang’s vision blurred.

His phone disappeared from his hand.

Next, he saw Su Murou, wide-eyed in shock, flipping through the script, muttering as if possessed: “‘Three Lives, Three Worlds’ script? Impossible! I’m an actor in the crew and didn’t get the script—how do you have it?”