Chapter Ninety-One: People of Two Worlds

Little Black fell silent.

Not friends, huh! With you being so exceptional, how are we supposed to mock you? All those snide and sarcastic remarks suddenly became awkward, hard to spit out, impossible to swallow.

Of course.

The silence of the haters marked a celebration for Chen Fang’s fans.

“Haters, speak up!!”
“Who said Chen Fang’s previous songs were plagiarized! Come out right now!!”
“Little Black is panicking—he can’t find anything to criticize.”
“I’ll say it again: in this entertainment industry, Chen Fang doesn’t need to copy anyone, because nobody else is worthy of being copied by him.”
“This song is incredible; I haven’t stopped getting goosebumps.”
“A new generation’s Prince of Melancholy has arrived.”
“The look in Chen Fang’s eyes and his expressions when he sings are so heartbreaking.”

Chen Fang knows how to act.

His gaze and expressions were all a performance.

But the audience couldn’t tell.

They all believed that Chen Fang must be feeling just as sorrowful as they were when he sang this song.

In reality, however, Chen Fang was delighted inside.

After all, as he performed the song, he had already anticipated how the audience would react once the show was officially broadcast.

Who would turn down a chance to shine in front of everyone?

Even Su Murou couldn’t detect any trace of acting in Chen Fang.

“Chen Fang, I never expected you to be so sensitive and fragile inside.” This time, Su Murou didn’t tease or mock him, but spoke with genuine emotion.

Chen Fang was taken aback.

Suddenly, he noticed Ji Mei’s gaze.

Ji Mei looked at Chen Fang with eyes full of concern.

Chen Fang paused.

Are these two silly girls really buying it?

“My expression and look were just an act. You wouldn’t want me to sing such a sad song with a smile on my face, would you…” Chen Fang explained.

Su Murou was astonished.

An act?

“You mean, this expression and aura were purposely performed?” Su Murou pointed at the TV screen.

Chen Fang nodded.

Ji Mei was also bewildered.

Chen Fang’s melancholy seemed so natural—it fooled everyone.

If what he said was true, then his acting skills were extraordinary, on par with a seasoned veteran like Su Murou who had spent years in the film industry.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Then Su Murou asked with curiosity, “Chen Fang, have you ever considered acting in movies?”

It seemed Chen Fang had genuine talent.

This was innate ability—something other actors envied but couldn’t acquire.

Some actors have filmed countless scenes, but once on set, their expression management collapses, they forget lines, their tone is stiff, and so on.

But Chen Fang didn’t have to worry about any of that. He could control his expressions while singing, even transform his aura; acting would naturally be within his grasp. This was something most actors couldn’t achieve.

Just by this alone, Chen Fang was well-suited for acting.

Chen Fang hugged Ji Mei and thought for a moment. “I have considered it, but not right now. I need to solidify my singing career first.”

For Chen Fang, singing was definitely his main focus.

Acting was for later.

Upon hearing this, Su Murou asked seriously, “When you do start acting, could you bring me along?”

Chen Fang: ?

Wait a second!

Isn’t that backwards?

Chen Fang was dumbfounded. “When it comes to acting, you’re my senior—you should be the one bringing me along, not the other way around.”

Su Murou sighed. “With Xi Dong around, who else do you need? Xi Dong alone is enough.”

True!

Xi Dong was the strongest guide for Chen Fang’s entry into the film industry.

Su Murou was sharp.

Chen Fang’s acting was impressive.

And on top of that, he had Xi Dong’s support.

One day, when Chen Fang entered the film industry, he would certainly stir up quite a storm. Now was the perfect time to hold tightly to Chen Fang’s coattails.

“Give me a benefit,” Chen Fang said playfully.

He didn’t actually want anything—he just wanted to tease Su Murou.

Su Murou thought for a moment. “You’ll definitely have to meet Bonny’s parents someday. I can help sing your praises. Bonny’s mom and dad adore me.”

Ji Mei blushed.

How did the conversation suddenly turn to this?

But she didn’t object.

She wanted to hear Chen Fang’s thoughts as well.

Chen Fang paused.

Was this moving straight to meeting the parents?

He hadn’t expected Su Murou to use this as a bargaining chip. “Deal,” he agreed.

Instantly, Ji Mei felt a rush of happiness.

Chen Fang had agreed.

That meant he was planning to meet her parents.

Su Murou’s smile was polite, but seeing Ji Mei’s blissful, gentle expression made her feel anything but happy inside.

Meanwhile,

In a much larger villa,

An Tinghan and Tong Qin, both dressed in yoga clothes, sat together watching this episode of the romance show.

After hearing “Under the Sea,” both wore expressions of shock and surprise, but soon followed by delight.

“If only we had signed Chen Fang to Dream Builders back then.” Tong Qin grew more regretful the more she thought about it.

Such a brilliant talent, and he ended up with Future Stardom.

An Tinghan’s face was aglow with excitement. “Aunt Tong, Chen Fang is truly outstanding. He’s the most impressive man of our generation I’ve ever seen.”

At this, Tong Qin’s expression became odd.

This girl had been acting strange ever since she returned from filming the show.

Especially these past few days—her behavior was unusual.

Before, An Tinghan merely admired Chen Fang.

But now—

When An Tinghan saw negative comments online attacking Chen Fang, she would become furious, even wanting to use the company’s resources and her own influence to help him.

Seeing Chen Fang’s photo made her smile foolishly.

Seeing someone malign him made her angry.

Something wasn’t right!

“Tinghan.”

“You haven’t really fallen for Chen Fang, have you?” Tong Qin asked, puzzled.

An Tinghan’s face grew even redder, and she instinctively denied it. “No, I just think Chen Fang is great. I’m happy for him, and besides, the more talented he is, the more confident we are buying his songs in the future. With a genius musician like him, we’ll only need to collaborate with Chen Fang going forward.”

Tong Qin wasn’t reassured—in fact, she grew more worried.

Previously, when Tong Qin said similar things, An Tinghan never bothered to explain, not even changing her expression.

But now—

An Tinghan’s face was flushed, her gaze evasive, her words deliberately chosen.

In an instant,

Tong Qin’s intuition told her: An Tinghan had truly fallen for Chen Fang.

In just seven days, Chen Fang had stolen An Tinghan’s heart. It was utterly beyond belief.

Tong Qin hesitated to speak.

She desperately wanted to remind An Tinghan.

Chen Fang was just a minor figure, while An Tinghan was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

They belonged to completely different worlds.

No denying it, Chen Fang was indeed outstanding.

But An Tinghan’s family was in the oil business. Her future boyfriend or husband should be a prince from an oil-rich country, or a tycoon worth hundreds of billions, even trillions.

Not a celebrity like Chen Fang, playing small games in the entertainment industry.

Thinking of this,

Tong Qin sighed deeply.

Sometimes,

One must admit the vast class divide between people, a gap rarely crossed.

Chen Fang and An Tinghan were separated by an ocean.

But sadly,

An Tinghan seemed utterly unaware of this.