Chapter Eighty-Five The room has already been booked, and now you say forget it?

Chen Fang deliberately went back and browsed the top-rated comments under the trending topic.

As expected, nearly all of them were cursing Future Star Path.

Of course, there were also some aimed at Chen Fang himself.

“What a trash company. The talent it raises is trash one worse than the last. It should have been blacklisted ages ago.”

“Poor Kang Zikai, forced to stay with Future Star Path for so many years. He finally got out, but what about the other oppressed artists there?”

“Just hearing the name Future Star Path makes me sick.”

“For male stars, it’s sleeping around, gambling, and tax evasion; for female stars, it’s diva behavior and scandal photos. In all of Huaguo’s entertainment industry, only one company does it all: Future Star Path.”

“Poor my Brother Zikai. He’s even gotten thinner.”

“Boycott the vile company with determination!”

“Chen Fang isn’t any better. I heard he’s the illegitimate son of Future Star Path’s chairman.”

“Then why does Chen Fang have the surname Chen?”

“You idiot! Obviously he took his mother’s surname.”

“From what I can tell, Chen Fang’s songs were either plagiarized or bought for him by Future Star Path with money.”

...

How strange.

Seeing these slanders and put-downs, Chen Fang was not angry in the least; he only felt like laughing.

Inside this body was the soul of a forty-year-old man.

So these remarks could not stir his emotions.

Still, while he might not be angry, if he let others smear him like this without replying, he would look far too weak.

Chen Fang found the recording of Kang Zikai’s tearful livestream online and watched it from beginning to end, a mocking smile curling at his lips. “You little faggot. You picked the wrong person to mess with.”

For now, Chen Fang had no intention of speaking out.

After all, Xiyuan Yuan had already said she did not want Chen Fang getting involved for the time being.

But without a doubt, in Chen Fang’s mind, Kang Zikai had already been placed on the death list.

“Right, I still have the Bad Luck Card.”

“Later I’ll slap one onto Kang Zikai.”

There were far too many ways for Chen Fang to deal with Kang Zikai.

Just then, the recording studio door was pushed open.

Chen Fang set down his phone and looked toward the entrance.

In that instant, his eyes lit up.

What legs!

Chen Fang stared so hard his eyes nearly went straight.

Could you even imagine the allure of a woman well over six feet tall, wearing red-soled high heels, with her long legs wrapped in gradient fishnet stockings?

Too much.

If he could sling those legs over his shoulders...

No.

If he kept thinking any further, it would no longer be fit for children.

Chen Fang endured his reluctance and forced his gaze away from Wang Situ’s legs.

Today, Wang Situ seemed to have dressed up on purpose. Not only were her legs in gradient fishnets, but her upper body was dressed in a revealing midriff-baring short top, and her face even had a rare touch of light makeup.

“Are you... meeting someone later?”

Chen Fang asked.

Dressed this formally at night, she was clearly heading out for an appointment.

And most likely, a date with a man.

Chen Fang was rather curious which man had managed to win over such a pair of long legs.

He did not think too much about it. If Wang Situ already had plans, then today’s practice could be put off for now. With her musical talent, missing one night would not have much impact.

“No.”

“I dressed for you.”

Wang Situ was very straightforward.

Chen Fang froze. “For me?”

He was startled.

That should not be!

Had he been too obvious in his behavior lately and accidentally exposed his secret preference for legs?

But to be fair, with a pair of long legs like that, it was hard for Chen Fang to stop his eyes from wandering.

There was an old saying: a woman’s legs are not legs, but the spring water beside the Seine. If one could drown in such a pair of long legs, that would surely be a very happy way to go.

Chen Fang shook his head.

He had gone off track again.

“I only asked you to come to the studio to practice singing.”

“The song for the Starlight Path program has already been written.”

Chen Fang said righteously.

But in truth, his eyes still kept drifting back to her legs from time to time.

Wang Situ’s face reddened. “I thought you called me over so late because you wanted to talk about what happened last time.”

Last time?

Chen Fang frowned slightly.

What last time?

He could not quite remember.

Seeing this, Wang Situ reminded him, “You told me before that when you came back from the variety show, you wanted to talk to me about my legs.”

Chen Fang suddenly understood.

He remembered.

At the time, Chen Fang had wanted to build Wang Situ into a national leg goddess, rather than having her walk only the strength route.

Those legs were her greatest advantage.

In fact, making her a national leg goddess would not be difficult.

After all, her legs were right there for everyone to see. If they announced that she was Huaguo’s number one pair of legs, probably not many people would object.

Besides, if Future Star Path spent some money behind the scenes, bought a few trending topics, hired several entertainment self-media bloggers to write articles, and then took out a hefty insurance policy on Wang Situ’s legs, the whole process would basically be complete.

Only, Chen Fang did not plan to discuss that today.

He motioned Wang Situ over.

Wang Situ walked up to him.

A fresh fragrance drifted in.

Perfume.

Chen Fang was slightly surprised.

Not only had Wang Situ put on makeup, she had also sprayed perfume.

The scent on Xi Yuan Yuan was a faint jasmine fragrance, while the perfume on Wang Situ seemed to be gardenia. It was similarly light, though the gardenia was a little more restrained than the jasmine.

Then, suddenly, Chen Fang leaned in close to Wang Situ’s face, a wicked smile on his lips. “Situ.”

Wang Situ felt the hot masculine aura radiating from Chen Fang, her cheeks turning even redder, yet she did not retreat. She gave a soft “mm.”

“Did you misunderstand something?”

“When I said I wanted to talk about your legs, I did not mean I wanted to take advantage of you.”

Chen Fang finally caught on.

Wang Situ’s unusual behavior clearly meant she had come for him.

Wang Situ looked stunned, her mind taking a moment to catch up. “You were not trying to take advantage of me? I was already prepared. I even booked a room, in the hotel next to the company.”

Chen Fang: ?

Good grief.

How proactive.

He was lecherous, sure, but not that ravenous.

Still, Chen Fang had not expected Wang Situ to be this enthusiastic, even going so far as to book the room already. What a thoughtful girl.

He laughed helplessly. “Even if someone wanted to take advantage of you, it shouldn’t be me. You and I are both artists under the company. Even if I slept with you, I couldn’t give you much in the way of resources.”

“You can write songs for me.”

Wang Situ was completely serious.

For her, writing songs for her was the greatest resource he could give.

The next second, Chen Fang tapped Wang Situ on the head. “I don’t write songs for you for free. I take a cut from the earnings, so our arrangement is perfectly fair. You don’t need to repay me with your body.”

Chen Fang sighed inwardly.

Honestly, if you had come like this before Ji Mei ever appeared, with a room already booked, he would have gone running to the hotel without a second thought.

But now, if he acted as wantonly as before, he would feel a little guilty about it, as though he were somehow letting Ji Mei down.

Chen Fang’s gaze lowered, landing on the gradient fishnets.

What a pity.

This pair of long legs could only be admired with the eyes.