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Make Fang Yu the male lead.

When this thought popped into her head, even Sister Hong herself couldn't hold back.

Outrageous.

It's too ridiculous.

To be honest, Fang Yu's face is undeniably handsome, even in the Chinese entertainment industry.

When the pairings for "Going Home for the New Year" were first announced, the internet erupted in controversy.

Posts criticizing Fang Yu for not being a big name, having too little experience, and not being worthy of being associated with the "national goddess" flooded the internet.

But if you actually go through the comments section, you won't find a single comment that criticizes his appearance.

Later, when the two officially announced their relationship, the most frequently used word among the blessings from the entire internet was "perfect match".

In terms of appearance alone, Fang Yu's presence has never been overshadowed when he stands next to Liu Yifei.

But appearance is appearance, and acting is acting.

Fang Yu is a singer.

A new singer who has only been in the industry for six months.

It's not uncommon for celebrities to cross over into acting; there are countless examples of idols transitioning into actors.

The problem is—he's acting alongside Liu Yifei right from the start?

A top-tier production rated S+, featuring a national goddess as the leading lady, while the male lead is a rookie singer with zero acting experience.

Which big-name director would dare to take on this project?

Which investor would be willing to throw money at the problem and play along?

Sister Hong rubbed her temples, tossed the book "Sword Breaks the Nine Heavens" back into the pile of files, and tapped her fingers twice on the table.

Forget it.

You're overthinking it.

She reached out and gathered the scattered documents into a stack, neatly arranged them on the corner of the table, then got up, turned off the light, and left.

……

9:40 PM.

Chaoyang District, Xingyao Artists Apartment.

Fang Yu lay back on the sofa, holding his phone in his left hand, his right leg casually resting on the armrest, swinging back and forth.

The screen is lit.

The note reads "Fairy Sister".

The call had lasted nearly fifty minutes.

The two chatted idly across the screen.

From the oden at the convenience store downstairs today, to the terrible coffee in Liu Yifei's filming studio, to the spring breeze that has just begun to blow in Beijing, we talked all the way back to those dogs in Kaoshantun.

As for Liu Yifei's glorious feat of turning down three S+ scripts in one go in the Huace conference room that afternoon, she didn't reveal a single word.

If Fang Yu finds out about this, he'll definitely say something inappropriate.

"Fairy Sister, are you reluctant to leave me?"

"It's okay, you don't need to worry about my feelings. As the man behind the goddess, I understand."

Just hearing those words in her mind was enough for Liu Yifei to perfectly picture his smug expression.

So during this phone call, she kept the conversation firmly on trivial daily matters and never mentioned work.

"What did you do today?" Fang Yu asked lazily.

"We took a set of photos." Liu Yifei only explained the first half of the story, "We spent an afternoon in the studio taking photos for Pepsi's new spring promotional materials."

"Are you tired?"

"It's alright." She shifted to a more comfortable position, pulled her legs out from under the thin blanket, and placed them on the soft cushion at the head of the bed. "It's just that standing for too long makes my high heels a bit chafing."

A soft "tsk" came from the other end of the phone.

"Fairy Sister, let me tell you something."

"What?"

"Actually, I have a rare, family-inherited foot massage technique," Fang Yu teased her, deliberately lowering his voice and drawing out the last syllable. "When can I arrange the full set for you?"

Liu Yifei's toes curled slightly.

She bit her lower lip and turned over in the blanket.

"OK."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

Fang Yu clearly hadn't expected her to respond so quickly today.

Before he could figure out how to respond, Liu Yifei added the second half of her sentence.

"However, you need to get a technician certificate first, and you must hold a certificate to work."

"That makes perfect sense." Fang Yu nodded seriously. "I'll register tomorrow."

"Aim to get the license in three months, open a flagship store in six months, and become a nationwide chain in one year."

"I've already thought of a name for the shop: Heavenly Immortal Foot Massage."

"If you want to use my name, you'll have to pay."

"Then let's call it Brother Yu's Foot Massage."

Fang Yu's tone became more serious.

"With my technique, won't female celebrities in the industry be lining up for a chance to win?"

Liu Yifei immediately sneered.

"Queue up? You wish."

"The whole house will be full of burly men picking their toes; the stench will suffocate you."

Just as Fang Yu was about to continue his banter, his phone vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID, sat up straight on the sofa, and pulled his right leg back from the armrest.

"Wait a moment."

His tone softened.

"There's a phone call."

Who is it?

"Teacher Chen."

Fang Yu uttered three words, switched to another call, and his voice immediately became a few decibels louder.

"Teacher Chen!"

"Fang Yu."

Chen Daoming's slow, leisurely voice came through the receiver, tinged with laughter.

"Do you still remember this old man?"

"Oh, you're right, of course I remember! Hello, hello."

"Alright, stop being so polite."

Chen Daoming smiled.

"It's been a while since you returned to Beijing from Mohe, hasn't it? More than half a month."

Fang Yu silently calculated it in his mind, and it really was true.

"I remember we agreed in Kaoshantun to have some tea together when we got back to the capital."

Chen Daoming paused for a moment.

"Have you completely forgotten about this?"

Fang Yuqian chuckled twice and quickly tried to make amends.

"I haven't forgotten, absolutely not!"

"I've been so busy lately, spending all my time in the recording studio, that I haven't had a chance to visit you."

Chen Daoming responded twice on the other end.

Only after he finished explaining did he continue speaking.

"I know."

"It's quite lively online."

"He signed endorsement deals, kowtowed to his peers, wrote new songs, and even dominated the charts."

The old man recited each item one by one, as if he knew them by heart.

Fang Yu swallowed.

That surfing speed is just as fast as a young person's!

After laying the groundwork, Chen Daoming got to the point.

"Have you finished your work now?"

"I'm done with work."

"Then let's set it for tomorrow."

Chen Daoming spoke.

"Come over for tea at 10 a.m.

Fang Yu agreed without any hesitation.

"No problem, Teacher Chen, I'll be there on time!"

"it is good."

At this point, Chen Daoming seemed to remember something and casually added another sentence.

"Oh, right."

"If your girlfriend is available, bring her over to our house."

Fang Yu's eyelids twitched.

These words may sound casual, but they carry considerable weight.

Countless people in the industry want to get into Chen Daoming's home, but they can't even touch the doorbell.

The old man called personally, and even brought Liu Yifei along; this was no ordinary formality.

But he still readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll ask her."

The phone hangs up.

Fang Yu stared at the screen for two seconds, then quickly switched back to Liu Yifei's storyline.

He recounted the whole story.

Liu Yifei agreed readily.

"Then don't ride a shared bike tomorrow morning, I'll come pick you up."

When visiting a senior's home, one should pay some attention to their image.

Fang Yu subconsciously wanted to retort.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Fine, I'll just keep living off my wife.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs at 9:30 tomorrow morning."