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On screen, director He Zheng seemed unfazed.

After hearing Fang Yu's request, he patted his chest and agreed more readily than anyone else.

"Xiao Fang, you can rest assured, there won't be any problems!"

He Zheng shouted, "We're filming a fantasy drama, something beautiful and ethereal, not a erotic film!"

"In the bathing scene, I used lotus leaves, steam, and a telephoto lens to completely block everything from view!"

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, I trust Director He to handle things."

The two have just reached an agreement.

Liu Yifei had already placed the lunchbox on the entryway cabinet and quietly walked to the sofa behind Fang Yu.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on the back of the sofa, and appeared directly in the camera's view.

On the other side of the screen.

He Zheng had just picked up his thermos to drink some water when a glance from the corner of his eye made his hand tremble violently.

The water in the cup almost spilled onto my pants.

"Ahem... Oh, Yifei's here too?"

He Zheng chuckled twice and quickly greeted them.

They were gossiping about someone else's bathing scene behind their backs, and the person in question caught them red-handed.

This scene is somewhat socially unsettling.

Fang Yu suddenly turned around.

The tip of his nose almost touched Liu Yifei's cheek.

"When did you come in?"

"What's wrong?"

Liu Yifei looked at him with a half-smile.

"Can't I come in and listen to how you've planned my bathing scene?"

She blinked and asked deliberately, "They won't even let me show my shoulders, so should I wear a military overcoat to play Zhao Ling'er?"

Fang Yu coughed lightly, his expression unchanged.

"This is called artistic blank space."

"Do you even know what 'high-class' means?"

On the screen, He Zheng slapped his thigh, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Perfect timing! Yifei, you have to do me a favor!"

He waved repeatedly.

"You stay right next to him and watch him finish writing the rest of the script, then send it to me as soon as possible!"

Fang Yu leaned back on the sofa, looking puzzled.

"Director He, your martial arts blockbuster in Xiangshan hasn't finished filming yet, has it?"

"Even if you take this script, you still can't start filming."

He Zheng blushed, his gaze drifting away.

Can he tell the truth?

Can someone claim to be a top domestic director who, after reading the outline and the scripts for the first few episodes, was so captivated that he was completely enthralled?

"I'm doing a project assessment in advance!"

He Zheng retorted stubbornly, "What do you, a young man, know about overall planning?"

Liu Yifei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She straightened up and shook her head at He Zheng on the screen.

"Director He, it seems that urging us to update the series anytime soon is not an option."

He Zheng was taken aback.

"What? Did he take on another role?"

"Did Xingyao assign him a business role again?"

"Neither."

Liu Yifei walked to the dining table and laid out the takeout boxes one by one.

"The director and planner of the CCTV May Fourth Youth Gala just went to Xingyao to find him."

He Zheng twirled the lid of the thermos in his hand, remaining silent and waiting for what was to come.

Liu Yifei set out the chopsticks, her tone calm.

"Then Teacher Fang volunteered to submit two complete demos within five days."

"A song sung by a male voice."

"A female voice, I sing."

He handled all the lyrics, music, and arrangement himself.

clack.

The thermos lid fell onto the RV's table.

He Zheng stood there stunned for a full five seconds, looking at the screen.

As a veteran director who has been in the industry for decades, he is all too aware of the significance of the CCTV stage.

They now have a clearer understanding of what "two songs in five days" means.

Don't say the script is incomplete.

Even if Fang Yu currently owes him tens of millions in investment, this matter has to be put on hold.

"So that's what happened!"

He Zheng sat up straight instantly, his eagerness to urge for more updates completely gone.

"Xiao Fang, you'd better get on with your business!"

"Let's pretend the script never happened!"

"Your only task now is to get those two songs out for me!"

Fang Yu opened his mouth.

"Actually, I'm not that..."

"Don't speak!"

He Zheng interrupted him directly.

"That's CCTV's stage, we absolutely can't afford to mess up!"

"Let's talk about fantasy and martial arts after the show ends."

"I promise I won't contact you for the next few days!"

Snapped!

The video call ended.

The computer screen went black instantly.

Fang Yu stared at the black screen, his lips twitching twice.

"no……"

He turned to look at Liu Yifei.

"Why are you all in such a hurry compared to me?"

Do I look like the kind of person who can't distinguish between what's important and what's not?

Liu Yifei walked over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the sofa.

What do you think?

"Alright, Producer Fang, let's eat first."

The two sat down at the dining table.

Liu Yifei brought back a dish of shredded pork with sweet bean sauce, stir-fried green beans, and scrambled eggs with shrimp from a well-established restaurant.

The flavor was authentic, and the cooking time was just right.

Fang Yu picked up his chopsticks and ate without any hesitation.

He was really hungry.

During the meal, Liu Yifei did not mention the May Fourth Gala again.

She simply watched Fang Yu eat quietly, occasionally picking up a piece of food for him with her chopsticks.

She knew that no amount of admonition would be of any use at a time like this.

It would only add pressure to him.

She believed in Fang Yu.

Since he dared to take on the job of singing two songs in five days, he must have had the confidence to do so.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yu scurried away, put down his chopsticks, and let out a satisfied burp.

Liu Yifei tidied up the takeout box, put it in a trash bag, and then took out a tissue to wipe her hands.

Then, she picked up the bag hanging on the back of the chair.

"Where are you going?"

Fang Yu leaned back in his chair and asked casually.

"Go home."

Liu Yifei slung her bag over her shoulder and walked up to him.

She bent slightly and supported herself on the armrests of the chair with both hands.

That exquisitely beautiful face, flawless in every way, drew closer and closer to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu's breath hitched for a second.

A faint jasmine scent wafts into the nose, cool and refreshing, yet it makes one's heart itch.

next second.

Liu Yifei turned her head and gently kissed his cheek.

Instantly separate.

It happened so fast that Fang Yu didn't even have time to react.

"alright."

Liu Yifei straightened up, her eyes curving into crescents.

"come on."

"I won't bother you for the next couple of days. You should focus on your seclusion."

"I'll reward you after I hand over the samples."

Done.

She turned and left.

Open the door.

Change shoes.

close the door.

The movement was completed in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation.

boom.

The door lock clicked softly.

The apartment fell silent again.

Fang Yu sat blankly in the chair, raising his hand to touch the side of his face.

The warmth still lingers.

He looked at the empty living room, his mind a complete mess.

"no……"

Fang Yu suddenly stood up and complained to the door.

"You call this not disturbing me?"

"You've made someone's heart flutter, then you kiss them and run away. Isn't that just ruining the creative environment?"

"It backfired, Fairy Sister!"