Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

After a great deal of effort, the three of them finally managed to throw the completely drunk Niu Yuehua onto the sofa in the living room.

Liu Xiaoli looked at Niu Yuehua, who reeked of alcohol, and then at Tang Yan, who stood to the side with flushed cheeks and eyes still plotting how to make things irreversible.

Liu Xiaoli turned to Liu Yifei and said, "Go to the bathroom and boil some water, take out the wet towel, then go to the kitchen and slice some ginger and make some hangover soup. If I don't call you, just stay in the kitchen and watch the fire, don't come out."

Liu Yifei nodded obediently and darted into the kitchen like a well-behaved little rabbit. Only the three of them, each lost in their own thoughts, remained in the living room.

Niu Yuehua lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, but his ears were secretly listening to the movements in the living room, and he also released a certain spell.

Liu Xiaoli brought a glass of water to Tang Yan. She looked quietly at the young face full of ambition and desire, her eyes revealing a kind of sorrow that had been beaten down by the world of fame and fortune.

"Tang Yan," Liu Xiaoli's voice was low, "Do you think that just because you got him drunk tonight, stripped naked, and climbed into his bed, you'll be his woman? That you'll get everything he wants?"

Niu Yuehua, who was pretending to be asleep on the sofa, was shocked when he heard this blunt and vulgar opening line. He thought to himself, "Damn, Auntie is going to play this big game."

Tang Yan's expression changed instantly. She was ashamed and indignant at having her thoughts exposed, and she stammered.

"Aunt Liu, what nonsense are you talking about? I just want to take care of him. I'm doing this out of gratitude, yes, I'm extremely grateful."

"I thought you were going to wear a condom," Liu Xiaoli scoffed.

The two 18-year-olds fell silent, never expecting their aunt from the last century to be so fierce.

Liu Xiaoli leaned close to Tang Yan's ear and whispered:

"Sixteen years ago, I had the exact same naive ideas as you. Tonight, Auntie will teach you a rule for women in this circle to protect themselves."

"Listen carefully, about men..."

Just as Liu Xiaoli was about to tell Tang Yan her theory about the devaluation of the body, the kitchen door suddenly opened and Liu Yifei hurriedly came out.

"Mom, the counselor just sent a message saying that freshmen will be checking dorm rooms tonight, I have to go back right away."

Liu Xiaoli glanced at her watch, then at the completely drunk Niu Yuehua, and at Tang Yan, whose eyes were unfocused. Although she was worried, her daughter's safety and studies were more important.

"Okay, Xiao Tang, stay here and don't move around. I'll take Qianqian back to her dorm and be right back."

On the way back to school, Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter's increasingly beautiful face and tentatively asked:

"Sisi, tell Mom the truth, what do you think of Director Niu?"

Liu Yifei linked arms with her mother, her tone frank and open.

"Brother Yuehua is a very nice person, just like a mature and steady older brother."

"Although I haven't been given any acting roles yet, I think he's right. I need to calm down and reflect."

"Over the past few months, I've been attending classes at school and have learned a lot. I feel like I know more than when I first enrolled."

At this point, Liu Yifei wrinkled her little nose and complained.

"Mom, actually, school is quite annoying."

"Those boys in my class are always trying to strike up a conversation with me, they're so childish. They talk about celebrity gossip or which girl is pretty."

Compared to Yuehua's mature and strategic thinking, they are as naive as children who haven't grown up.

"I find chatting with them incredibly boring, but I have to keep up appearances by going through the motions."

Liu Xiaoli breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Sigh, if only Yuehua were my dad," Liu Yifei muttered to herself.

She was preoccupied with her daughter's future, so she didn't hear the last whispered murmur.

Now I can rest assured. My daughter is now preoccupied with studying and acting. She doesn't like other male classmates, and she only sees Niu Yuehua as a brother, without any romantic feelings between them.

That's good, this is the safest distance.

After dropping her daughter off at the dormitory building, Liu Xiaoli immediately turned around and quickened her pace to rush back to her rented room. There was still a restless vixen at home.

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After hearing the door lock close, Tang Yan looked at Niu Yuehua on the sofa, her heart racing, her mind filled with lewd thoughts.

She gritted her teeth and began to think about what Aunt Liu was trying to say before she finished speaking.

She's definitely planning to leave Director Niu, this lucrative prize, to her own angelic daughter. If I don't take the initiative now, I won't even have a chance to get a taste of the good stuff later.

After thinking it over, Tang Yan took a deep breath, kicked off her high heels, slowly took off her bodycon skirt, and gently kicked Niu Yuehua's calf with her black-stockinged foot, testing the waters.

Seeing that Niu Yuehua didn't move, he slowly started to take off his shirt again.

Then, with a flushed face and trembling hands, she went to undo Niu Yuehua's belt and shirt buttons.

Niu Yuehua closed his eyes, feeling a pair of hot little hands exploring his waist, and smelling the scent of ambition emanating from Tang Yan. He felt incredibly satisfied.

Although Tang Yan's long legs are indeed stunning, there are still risks involved in driving now.

Liu Xiaoli escorted Liu Yifei back to her dormitory, a round trip that took a maximum of 20 minutes.

Five minutes have already passed; there's simply not enough time left.

You expect me to finish this in 15 minutes? Who do you think you are?

If Liu Xiaoli catches them in the act halfway through, it will become a major production safety accident.

If my mother-in-law catches me red-handed, how am I supposed to keep up appearances in front of her from now on?

Just as Tang Yan blushed and was about to straddle him as a female knight, Niu Yuehua suddenly let out a mumbled sound, followed by a wild tactical flip. Tang Yan gasped and was directly pressed into the sofa by Niu Yuehua's masculine body.

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Tang Yan was terrified, her hands and feet turned ice-cold, and she desperately tried to push Niu Yuehua off her.

However, the body in the Qi Refining stage is as heavy as a mountain and cannot be moved at all.

Click, the door opened.

Liu Xiaoli walked in carrying her bag.

The scene that came into view almost made this seasoned veteran, who had weathered many storms, drop his jaw in astonishment.

In the dim light, Tang Yan, naked from the waist up and blushing, was pinned down. Niu Yuehua, disheveled, clung to Tang Yan like an octopus, his hands inappropriately placed.

Tang Yan was almost in tears, and looking at Liu Xiaoli's murderous gaze, she stammered an explanation:

"Aunt Liu, it's not what you think. He suddenly rolled over..."

Liu Xiaoli was trembling with anger. "He suddenly turned over and took your clothes off, didn't he?"

She walked over, intending to pull this shameless little vixen up.

Niu Yuehua suddenly smacked his lips, pinched Tang Yan's body again, and muttered, "This prop is so soft." Then he rolled over, wrapped himself in the blanket, and rolled to the other side of the sofa, continuing to snore and falling asleep.

This smooth, three-part drunken rant completely absolved him of any responsibility.

I was a drunkard, I knew nothing, it was this woman who clung to me.

Tang Yan was left shivering on the sofa, arms crossed, facing Liu Xiaoli, whose face was full of frost.