“Huh? You and Fang Yuan are dating? When did this start? Did you know each other before?”
Nana looked astonished.
Zhang Jie also turned to Zhang Bichen in surprise.
Zhang Bichen answered candidly, “We just met last night, and we confirmed our relationship today.”
“Haha, I get it! You must have been stunned by Fang Yuan’s performance last night, and then you quickly snagged this rising star, right?”
Nana regretfully slapped her thigh, “The early bird catches the worm, my second brother missed a great opportunity~”
“Sister Nana, please keep this a secret for us! I’m a bit shy, and I didn’t actually want to date; it was Zhang Bichen who pressured me.”
Fang Yuan urged Nana to keep it under wraps.
Just in case Nana found out.
“Who pressured you? Have some self-respect! You’re saying you’re shy? I…”
Zhang Bichen was about to retort.
But Fang Yuan covered her mouth.
“Haha, don’t worry, we’re all in the same circle, we know the rules. Your sister and your brother-in-law will keep your secret.”
Nana glanced at Fang Yuan and then at Zhang Jie, “Honey, let me say something to make you jealous. If I were ten years younger, or if I had met Fang Yuan earlier, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“I’m not jealous! If I were a woman, I’d like Fang Yuan too.”
Zhang Jie flicked his bangs and joked, “Fang Yuan, how about I go get some cosmetic surgery? Let’s see how it goes?”
Pfft!
Zhang Liangying almost spat out her food.
Gulp~
Fang Yuan's throat tightened, and he felt a bit uncomfortable, “Can you even have kids?”
Pfft—
Cough cough cough…
This time, Zhang Liangying truly spat out her food.
Hahaha…
Nana’s infectious laughter was highly recognizable.
Zhang Bichen slapped Fang Yuan, “You’re crazy~”
Dinner was spent in a joyful atmosphere.
In the time it took to eat a meal,
Fang Yuan also casually made an extra 3.5 million.
Back at the hotel,
Li Jian came to find Fang Yuan.
They signed the copyright transfer contract for the lyrics and composition of “Father’s Prose Poem.”
3 million was transferred on the spot.
In the following three days,
Fang Yuan wrote a song titled “Under the Flying Clouds” for Han Hong at a price of 3.2 million.
He wrote another song titled “All Things Born” for Tan Weiwei at a price of 3 million.
These singers had all been famous for many years.
Each of them was worth over a hundred million.
3 million was something they could afford.
But 3 million was still not a small amount.
So they only bought one song for now.
They would test the waters with this song in the next competition.
If it performed well,
They would collaborate with Fang Yuan again later.
As for Liu Huan, Sun Nan, Hu Yanbin, and other singers, they hadn’t approached Fang Yuan for songs yet.
Liu Huan hadn’t released a song in many years.
He currently had no desire to release new music.
Sun Nan was reluctant to spend 3 million.
Hu Yanbin could write his own songs.
Other singers didn’t have the money to buy.
This was also normal.
Everyone has different thoughts.
It’s impossible for all singers to ask Fang Yuan to write songs.
If that were the case,
Fang Yuan could quickly become a billionaire just by selling songs.
During these three days,
Fang Yuan and Zhang Bichen recorded a duet version of “Cool Cool.”
This would serve as the ending theme for “Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms.”
Fang Yuan and Zhang Liangying recorded a duet version of “Left Hand Points to the Moon.”
This would serve as a 插曲 for “Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms.”
Thus, the trip to Mango TV was about to come to an end.
Before leaving,
Fang Yuan took Zhang Bichen to the most upscale mall in Star City.
“What are we doing?”
After five days of day and night together,
Zhang Bichen and Fang Yuan’s relationship heated up rapidly.
Fang Yuan was unable to extricate himself from Zhang Bichen.
Zhang Bichen had her own demands from Fang Yuan.
The two were deeply in love.
“Today I have to head to Hengdian, so I’m buying you some small gifts~”
Fang Yuan was fully armed, holding Zhang Bichen’s hand.
Upon hearing that Fang Yuan was leaving,
Zhang Bichen suddenly pulled her hand away, “I don’t want gifts!”
“What? You’ll miss me?”
Fang Yuan took her hand again.
“What do you think?”
Zhang Bichen’s eyes turned red.
“There will be plenty of time in the future~”
Fang Yuan comforted her, “A brief separation is for a better reunion next time. You just focus on the competition. If you advance in the next round, I’ll write you another song.”
The two were already a couple.
So Fang Yuan gave “Cool Cool” to Zhang Bichen for free.
“I don’t want a song; I just want you.”
Zhang Bichen shook Fang Yuan’s hand, “Honey~, I don’t want to be apart from you. Stay with me, or I’ll drop out of the competition and go with you to Hengdian, okay?”
“Be good and don’t be willful. With transportation so developed, we can see each other anytime. Besides, we can video chat every day.”
Fang Yuan stroked her long hair.
Sigh…
Zhang Bichen felt very sad.
Fang Yuan now had over 15 million in after-tax income sitting in his account.
Once they arrived at the luxury brand store, he started shopping.
Hermès clothes, LV bags, Prada high heels, Gucci perfume, Chanel makeup…
“Oh my… Honey, are you crazy? That’s enough, stop buying.”
Zhang Bichen followed behind Fang Yuan.
They were both carrying large bags.
In just one hour,
Fang Yuan spent over 2 million.
His happiness level soared.
Spending money was also a joyful thing.
“You finally earned some money, and you just spent over 2 million on me. You…”
Zhang Bichen was moved to tears.
“Finally? I find it pretty easy to make money. One song is 3 million. Let’s go, let’s keep shopping. I haven’t even spent the money from one song yet; it’s painful.”
Fang Yuan was showing off.
“Oh no, you make it sound easy to sell songs, but you must have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes. I’m a singer too; I know how hard it is to create.”
Zhang Bichen held Fang Yuan back, “Alright, alright, I can feel your love for me, honey. Aren’t you planning to start a company? You should save this money for your career~”
“Alright, I’ll buy you a villa in Beijing in the future.”
Fang Yuan drove Zhang Bichen back to the hotel.
“Honey, wait~ I have a gift for you too~”
When they arrived at the hotel,
Zhang Bichen stood on her tiptoes and got close.
Fang Yuan picked her up and placed her on the sofa.
They played a few rounds of Landlord.
He kept playing until Zhang Bichen fell asleep.
Only then did Fang Yuan quietly take his suitcase downstairs.
He drove the BMW X3 he won on Running Man.
Then he returned to the upscale mall.
He bought three different styles of LV bags again.
One was noble and elegant, suitable for a domineering queen.
One was fashionable and luxurious, suitable for a delicate princess.
One was youthful and playful, suitable for a heartthrob killer.
Fang Yuan sent the three bags to Fan Ye, Baby, and Nana.
Women need to be pampered; what do you use to pamper them?
With money!
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