Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Liu Yifei wagged her index finger and smiled like a little fox.

"It's no use."

"The penetrating power of raw garlic is a combination of physical attack and magical damage."

Fang Yu clutched his chest, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"You're attacking my spirit!"

Liu Yifei finally burst out laughing.

She picked up the remaining clove of raw garlic on the table, put it in her mouth, and took a small bite.

The pungent smell hit her, she wrinkled her nose, chewed a few times, and forced herself to swallow it.

Then, she defiantly raised her chin and breathed on Fang Yu.

"That's fine."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"It's about hurting each other."

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

He leaned closer and stared intently into Liu Yifei's eyes.

"Fairy Sister, your style is getting more and more dangerous these days."

"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near you gets stained black."

Liu Yifei met his gaze without backing down.

The two were pulling at each other when a loud laugh suddenly came from the next table.

Wooden partitions offer absolutely no sound insulation.

The boasting of several middle-aged men could be heard clearly.

"Hey Lao Li, have you seen that National Academy of Painting Youth Exhibition that's been trending on social media today?"

"I saw it!"

Another rough voice followed.

"That kid Fang Yu is a real talent."

"While others paint mountains and rivers, he painted a bird rolling its eyes. The way it rolled its eyes was exactly the same as when my wife watches me play mahjong. It's amazing!"

Inside the private room.

Liu Yifei's shoulders twitched, and she quickly nudged Fang Yu with her elbow.

She lowered her voice, her eyes full of teasing.

"Did you hear that, great painter?"

"The eyes of the masses are discerning."

Fang Yu picked up a piece of fried tofu, stuffed it into his mouth, and raised his eyebrows smugly.

"Absolutely."

After saying that, he pricked up his ears and continued listening to the conversation next door.

"However, having this painting endorsed by the National Academy of Painting, its value is quite different."

The man clicked his tongue and began to seriously estimate the price.

"I reckon this 'Lone Bird' painting would be worth at least tens of millions now, wouldn't it?"

Tens of millions?

Upon hearing these three words, Fang Yu's smile was even more uncontrollable than an AK.

He gestured with his chin toward Liu Yifei, silently showing off.

did you see it?

I'm now an artist with tens of millions in earnings.

Liu Yifei smiled and rolled her eyes at him.

Just as Fang Yu was feeling a little smug, another man at the next table, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly spoke up.

"Tens of millions? What are you thinking!"

The man's tone was full of disdain.

"You guys don't know anything about the rules of the calligraphy and painting circle."

"I'm telling you, paintings by living people are worthless!"

The table next to us was quiet for two seconds.

"How can it be made valuable?"

Some people humbly sought their advice.

The man picked up the Niulanshan liquor, took a swig, and then slammed the glass down on the table.

"There are ways to make this painting truly fetch an astronomical price."

He deliberately dragged out the sound.

"That'll have to wait until Fang Yu is dead!"

"With just a kick of his legs, snap! The painting instantly becomes his masterpiece!"

"His net worth will increase tenfold, and people will fight tooth and nail for him even if it's worth hundreds of millions!"

Inside the private room.

Fang Yu just stuffed a piece of fatty intestine covered in minced garlic into his mouth.

Upon hearing the words "wait until Fang Yu dies," he froze completely.

His cheeks were suspended in mid-air, he forgot to chew his intestines, and his eyes were wide open.

Liu Yifei was also stunned for a moment.

The next second, she almost spat out the Arctic Ocean water she was drinking.

"puff--"

She quickly grabbed a tissue to cover her mouth, coughing until tears streamed down her face.

His shoulders trembled violently in waves.

Finally, she collapsed onto the table, completely bursting into laughter.

Fang Yu finally managed to swallow the fatty intestines in his mouth, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What the hell..."

He suddenly stood up and casually rolled up his sleeves.

What does "crunch" mean?

I'm only twenty-four this year!

Who are these people hoping will be the last writer of their books?!

Liu Yifei quickly reached out and hugged his arm.

"Calm down, calm down!"

She laughed so hard she could barely breathe, her voice trembling.

"Great painter, what they're saying are objective laws of art; you can't ignore them!"

Is this called refusing to seek medical help due to an ailment?

Fang Yu gritted his teeth.

"That's blatantly cursing me to my death!"

"That's also to increase the value of your paintings."

Liu Yifei suppressed a laugh and patted him on the back.

"Think positively."

"You are a future billionaire."

Fang Yu was so angry that he rolled his eyes dramatically on the spot.

The angle and expression were exactly the same as the black bird in the painting "The Lonely Bird," a perfect replica.

Liu Yifei looked at him, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

Fang Yu could only suppress his anger and sit down again, turning his grief and indignation into a voracious appetite. He picked up his chopsticks and devoured the braised dishes in the bowl.

But the guys at the next table were still excitedly discussing when Fang Yu would finally "write his final words."

Fang Yu felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Suddenly, the braised pork didn't taste so good anymore.

……

7:50 p.m.

The living room of the apartment in Chaoyang District was filled with a strong minty scent.

Fang Yu leaned against the gray-white sofa, crunching on two strong mints.

He suddenly leaned close to Liu Yifei and breathed a big puff of air into her face.

"Fairy Sister, please check the goods before you decide whether to refill them?"

Liu Yifei disdainfully extended a thin, white finger and pressed it against his forehead, leaning her body backward.

"His mouth was full of industrial menthol, mixed with the toxic fumes of raw garlic and offal."

She gave a professional assessment with a composed and pretty face:

"Given the severely polluted air quality, we recommend that you immediately move back to a safe distance of at least three meters."

"No, are you even being reasonable?"

Fang Yu clutched her chest, looking aggrieved. "Who was it that ate a clove of garlic at lunch, saying they were going to hurt each other?"

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Liu Yifei was too lazy to argue with him, so she quickly pecked him on the cheek, pushed him back onto the sofa, and stared intently at her tablet.

It's almost eight o'clock.

Director He said that the first teaser trailer for "The Blade" will be released online tonight.

Fang Yu touched his cheek that had just been kissed, then sank into the soft cushion, looking nonchalant and indifferent to fame and fortune.

"What's so interesting about it?"

"I was only on screen for a few seconds; I was just a background character at best."

Liu Yifei raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"You have a very accurate self-assessment."

Fang Yu: "..."

Do you understand what I mean by being humble?

My girlfriend is getting better and better at delivering the final blow!

At this very moment, the internet is already in an uproar over the trailer for "The Blade".

As the culmination of three years of dedicated work by He Zheng, a top martial arts director in China, "Hengdao" has garnered widespread attention online since filming began.

In addition, the news that paparazzi photographed Fang Yu visiting the set a while ago has already made this a trending topic among netizens.

The comments section on Weibo was a stark contrast between support and skepticism.

[Director He is confused! Why put a pop star in a serious, traditional, hard-boiled martial arts film?]

[I heard that Fang Yu only filmed for one day in total; the production company clearly hired him as a mascot to boost box office revenue.]

[Probably just a background character, showing off a bit, and then getting killed instantly by the best actor.]

Even if he's just a mascot, I'd accept it! Who wouldn't want to see Fang Yu in ancient costume in motion? Just admiring him is enough!

[It's 8 PM! It's already pinned to the top of all major platforms, brothers and sisters, let's go!]