I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

Her husband, Feng Dapao, wields significant power in the industry and has extensive connections. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a top-tier nobleman. Having been immersed in high-end circles for many years, she naturally possesses an innate air of elegance and sophistication.

Being able to conquer such a high-ranking and elegant top lady and achieve the ultimate reversal of fortune for a commoner gave Cheng Sheng a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

After bathing, the two women shed their fatigue, their faces becoming even more radiant, surrounded by a warm and charming glow, exuding a captivating and alluring charm.

Cheng Sheng had long forgotten about breakfast. He took the two women's hands and led them into the bedroom for a tender and intimate moment.

Just as the three were deeply in love and the atmosphere was growing more intimate, a sudden cell phone ringtone broke the ambiguous silence of the bedroom.

Throughout his long and arduous journey, Xu Fan completely forgot to turn off his phone.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and her body trembled slightly as she frantically reached for her phone.

The moment she saw that the caller ID showed it was her husband, Feng Dapao, a look of helplessness and panic welled up in her eyes, and she froze instantly.

She looked up at Cheng Sheng in front of her, her eyes filled with pleading, and said in a soft, flustered voice, "Cheng Sheng, this is my husband's phone call. You... go find Ah Hong first."

Chen Hong rolled her eyes helplessly. She felt weak all over and didn't want to move at all. She knew that Xu Fan was flustered and wanted to pass the problem to her. She complained to herself inwardly.

Cheng Sheng remained calm and composed, gently reassuring her, "It's alright, just answer it."

Xu Fan's face was full of bitterness, and his tone was full of worry: "How can I answer the phone! He is very perceptive. He can sense something is wrong as soon as he answers the phone and guess what we are doing. I don't care. My husband and I are like strangers. He won't divorce me easily for the sake of his reputation. But he is narrow-minded and has many tricks up his sleeve. Once he holds a grudge against you, he will definitely take revenge in secret and cause you trouble for nothing. It's not worth it."

Cheng Sheng smiled faintly, his tone confident and composed: "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. There's no need to be afraid of him. He's far away in the country and knows nothing about it. If you deliberately refuse to answer or avoid him, it will only make you seem guilty and arouse suspicion. Facing him openly will leave no flaws."

After being comforted by Cheng Sheng, Xu Fan forced down his panic, took a deep breath to calm his surging emotions, and swiped to answer the call, trying to keep his tone calm: "Hey, Lao Feng, it's already past midnight back home, why aren't you resting yet, calling all of a sudden?"

The time difference between China and the United States is huge. It is daytime in Los Angeles, but it is already late at night in China. There is no flaw in her words.

Feng Dapao's impatient and accusatory voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Old Xu, I just put the preparations for the film crew of 'Alone' on the agenda and specifically asked you to be the producer. Why did you go to Hollywood with Chen Hong without saying a word?"

Cheng Sheng paused slightly, leaned close to Xu Fan's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Director Feng didn't know you were coming to America?"

Xu Fan raised his hand to cover the phone's receiver, gave a helpless bitter smile, and replied in a low voice, "I sent him a message to let him know two days ago. I didn't expect that he would only realize it after I had been in the United States for half a day."

Cheng Sheng smiled knowingly.

Feng Dapao was completely focused on his work on the film crew and had always been indifferent to his wife's daily life. He didn't even care about such an important matter as his wife going abroad.

"I messaged you two days ago to tell you that I was going to Hollywood with Ah Hong." Xu Fan spoke again, his tone calm and slightly distant.

"What's the point of you sending messages?" Feng Dapao's tone grew increasingly impatient. "I've been completely focused on assembling the crew lately, I haven't had time to check my phone or messages! If you leave, who will manage the budget? Who will handle the behind-the-scenes team and the relationships?" "You can find someone else to take over," Xu Fan calmly replied. "Weren't the Wang brothers the producers on all your previous film projects? Just contact them directly."

"Let's leave that aside for now." Feng Dapao abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming serious and filled with scrutiny. "What exactly are you and Chen Hong doing in Hollywood all of a sudden?"

"What else can we do?" Xu Fan replied frankly. "Of course, we come to Hollywood to study and learn from their mature film production experience, and accumulate resources for our domestic projects."

"Learn from experience?" Feng Dapao's tone suddenly turned icy and full of doubt. "Someone just posted photos online saying that the two of you went to Hollywood to meet a man in secret!"

These words struck Xu Fan like a thunderbolt, causing him to lose his composure and unconsciously let out a soft groan.

This tiny noise instantly turned her face pale and threw her into a state of panic.

Feng Dapao, on the other end of the phone, was a womanizer by nature and well-versed in matters of men and women. He was extremely sensitive to such ambiguous and subtle sounds.

The moment he heard the noise, he flew into a rage, his voice twisted with malice: "Xu Fan, you shameless woman! Have you been cheating on me and cuckolding me?"

Xu Fan was in a state of extreme panic. Meeting Cheng Sheng's calm and reassuring gaze, she forced herself to steady herself and retorted sharply into the phone, her tone deliberately angry and aggrieved: "Feng Dapao, what nonsense are you spouting! I've been married to you for so many years, always obedient and dutiful. What right do you have to slander me out of thin air? I was just startled by your sudden questioning and accidentally twisted my ankle, which is why I made a sound. Don't make wild guesses and slander people!"

Feng Dapao hesitated, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Xu Fan replied firmly through gritted teeth.

"Then tell me," Feng Dapao continued, still not entirely dispelling his doubts, "who exactly was that man who picked you up at the airport today?"

Cheng Sheng felt helpless. He never expected that he would be secretly photographed and exposed by passersby just for picking someone up at the airport, and even Feng Dapao, who was far away in China, saw the news.

Fortunately, he acted with propriety and composure throughout, without any hint of ambiguity or intimacy. Even if the other party had doubts, they couldn't find any substantial evidence against him.

Cheng Sheng pointed to himself, indicating that Xu Fan should tell the truth.

Xu Fan immediately understood and frankly said, "Since you insist on asking, I won't hide it from you. The person who picked us up from the airport today was Cheng Sheng."

"It's him?" Feng Dapao was filled with astonishment and shock.

The photos circulating online only showed a blurry back view, and he never expected it to be Cheng Sheng. Full of surprise, he quickly asked, "Why would he go to the airport to pick you up?"

A glint of clarity flashed in Xu Fan's eyes. He deliberately emphasized his words, saying slowly and deliberately, "Old Feng, Cheng Sheng is now Ah Hong's and my sworn brother. What's so strange about family members picking each other up at the airport?"

"A godson? Is there really such a relationship?" Feng Dapao's tone instantly shifted from skepticism to delight. (End of Chapter)