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Having just landed a big job, Fang Yu wasn't in a hurry to go into the recording studio.

This time, I'm working for my own company.

There's no need to hide it or go around it.

He put the documents on the coffee table, sank into the sofa, and then took out his phone.

Open the real-time hot song chart.

Scroll down and refresh.

"Don't Listen to Slow Songs When You're Sad" - Ninth.

"Right Now" - Eleventh.

Compared to when I first woke up this morning, both songs have each jumped two places in the rankings.

Fang Yu stared at the data on the screen for a while, then exited the app, flipped his phone over, and placed it face down on his knee.

At this rate of increase, the plan should be nearing completion.

Fang Yu was in a great mood and casually opened WeChat.

The chat box labeled "Fairy Sister" is at the top.

He tapped his thumb rapidly on the screen.

【Fairy Sister, check please!】

The message popped up and the other party replied almost instantly.

Liu Yifei: [Okay, send me your card number, I'll transfer the money to you.]

Fang Yu chuckled.

Who wants money? I want payment in kind.

Send it out.

It paused for half a second.

Long press to undo.

Immediately afterwards, he added another one.

[Typo... I want to invest! Invest!]

The other side fell silent.

Fang Yu stared at the top of the screen.

The "typing is happening" message popped up, then disappeared.

After a few seconds, it popped up again, then disappeared again.

It took four or five trips back and forth.

Finally, a message popped up on the screen, completely blank.

Liu Yifei: [???]

……

Night fell over the capital.

Outside the gate of an ordinary high-rise residential complex in Chaoyang District, a black Alphard is parked in the shadows on the side of the road.

The electric car door slid open.

Liu Yifei, wearing a beige trench coat, a black baseball cap, and a mask, got out of the car.

Sister Hong sat in the carriage, her mouth agape for a long time.

A thousand words rolled around in my throat, but I swallowed them back down.

Pepsi's new song just came out, and now their own artist is caught visiting her boyfriend's rented apartment at night?!

Liu Yifei didn't turn around, but just casually waved her hand behind her and walked towards the gate of the residential area.

Sister Hong watched her disappear into the night and rubbed her temples.

Myocardial infarction.

……

This kind of old-style residential area doesn't have much security.

An elderly man in the security booth was intently watching a short video on his phone screen, holding a steaming enamel mug.

Liu Yifei pulled her hat down low and walked past him without the old man even looking up.

Following the location sent by Fang Yu, she walked through the shed filled with electric bikes, bypassed the peeling paint on the exercise equipment in the small garden, and squeezed into the unit door of Building No. 7.

The elevator stopped on a high floor, and the numbers slowly descended.

She went inside and pressed the button for the sixteenth floor.

The iron gate closed.

The surroundings quieted down, with only the low mechanical sound of the elevator going up.

Liu Yifei looked at the numbers in front of her and jumped up.

3...5...8...

She moved the strap of her shoulder bag from her left shoulder to her right shoulder, and then back to her left shoulder.

My breathing was half a beat faster than usual.

This was the first time since I became an adult that I had ever gone to a man's private residence alone.

12...14...

The elevator paused for a moment.

No one came in, and the iron gate closed again.

15……16.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

The motion-activated light at the end of the corridor was making a slight buzzing sound due to a malfunctioning connection.

Liu Yifei stepped out, her high heels clicking on the terrazzo floor, the crisp sound of her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

1602.

She stopped in front of the house number, let out a long breath, and knocked twice on the security door.

The door opened extremely quickly.

It moved as fast as the people inside, always pressed against the peephole, waiting.

Fang Yu stood behind the door, wearing a large black hoodie, with a blue and white checkered apron tied around his waist, and a stainless steel strainer in his right hand.

The sweltering heat from the kitchen billowed out from his shoulders, and the distinctive sweet and sour aroma of the sauce seeped into the stairwell.

Fang Yu looked her up and down.

"You're here?"

Liu Yifei nodded: "Mm."

She stepped across the threshold, her gaze sweeping over Fang Yu's shoulder as she quickly scanned the room.

A living room of about 30 square meters.

A gray fabric sofa, with an unfolded coat draped over the backrest.

The TV wall was completely empty; not even a single decorative painting was hung up.

On the coffee table sat a half-cold glass of water and a torn bag of potato chips.

You can see right through it.

The entire space is not even as big as the area of ​​a single study in her home.

Fang Yu bent down and pulled out a pair of plastic slippers from the bottom shelf of the shoe cabinet, placing them on the floor.

pink.

The shoes are topped with two round, pink pig heads, their nostrils pointing upwards, their expressions extremely careless and adorably silly.

"I just bought this at the convenience store downstairs. I haven't had time to wash it yet, so please make do with it."

Liu Yifei lowered her eyes and stared at the two pigs.

Silence for two seconds.

Then he unbuttoned the trench coat and hung it on a hook on the wall.

Then she bent down to take off her ankle boots and slipped her feet into her slippers.

The two little pig heads on the shoe swayed with her movements, their nostrils bobbing.

Fang Yu glanced at it and grinned.

"You're a good match."

Liu Yifei immediately looked up and shot a glare at him.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Fang Yu turned around, picked up the strainer, and went back into the kitchen.

"Please make yourself at home. The last dish, 'Three Treasures of the Earth,' will be ready soon."

"The restroom is the first door on the left."

Liu Yifei put her bag on the corner of the sofa, then shuffled off to the bathroom in her pig-head slippers.

The scene inside surprised her.

It wasn't big, but it was much cleaner than she had imagined.

The tiles have been wiped clean, and there is no yellow limescale in the grout lines.

The mirror was also shiny, without any toothpaste spots.

The sink was spotless, with only three things on it—

A bottle of dark blue men's facial cleanser, a black electric toothbrush, and a neatly folded dark gray towel.

that's it.

There were no messy bottles and jars, nor the chaotic mess of a boys' dormitory that she had imagined.

Liu Yifei turned on the tap, and the warm water washed away the coldness from her hands.

She straightened her hair, which had been flattened by her hat, and tucked her sideburns behind her ears in front of the mirror.

The sound of a spatula hitting the edge of a pot came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu's voice came from the kitchen:

"Fairy Sister, hurry up and wash your hands, the sweet and sour pork is ready!"

Liu Yifei turned off the tap and took a tissue to dry her hands.

Looking at herself in the mirror, a smile curved her lips.

"They're here."

She opened the door and went out.

The fragrance in the air was even stronger.

Fang Yu walked out carrying two plates in both hands, a few drops of oil splattered on her apron.

He placed the plate on the table and casually tore off his apron and hung it on the back of the chair.

The already small four-person dining table was now crammed full of plates.

Right in the middle is a plate piled high with sweet and sour pork.

The golden, crispy slices of meat, coated in amber-colored sweet and sour sauce, gleamed enticingly under the overhead light, while the shredded carrots and cilantro leaves on top added just the right amount of color.

Next to it was a deep white porcelain basin filled with braised pork ribs and green beans.

The dark brown broth had thickened considerably, and the cut surfaces of the green beans, soaked with meat fat, clung limply to the boneless chunks of meat.

The small iron pot contained a mixture of potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers, with the sauce at the bottom still bubbling. The potato chunks had a beautifully browned crust on the edges, the eggplant was soft and tender, and the aroma of green peppers filled the air.

Finally, there was a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup. The egg pieces floated lightly on the surface, and a few scallions added a touch of sesame oil, making it incredibly tempting.

Fang Yu scooped a bowl of white rice, placed his chopsticks on the rim of the bowl, and pushed it in front of Liu Yifei.

"Come on, Mr. Liu."

He pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

"Let's talk while we eat."