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Chapter 284 Winning Their Hearts Back? I often win their hearts back! (Please Subscribe)
When someone is in a good mood and is singing while taking a shower alone in the bathroom.

I always have this illusion that I am the god of singing.

Oh, it's not an illusion.

Tang Wen: I am the God of Song.

Even happier.

Rinse it thoroughly inside and out.

Tang Wen opened the glass door to the bathroom and was stunned.

The men's pajamas he was supposed to have were gone, so what did he get in return?
Reaching out to pick up the clothes—an ancient scholar's costume.

Okay, okay, tonight I'm Ning Caichen, right?
Sister Zuxian, I have to criticize you for this.

Tang Wen quickly changed into his scholar's clothes and hurried downstairs.

This bath took a little too long.

When we went downstairs to the restaurant, we found that the originally open-plan restaurant had been surrounded by a wooden screen.

The screen is in a retro Chinese style, and it is painted with pictures of ladies.

The painting of the lady is semi-transparent, with the light shimmering slightly.
It looks like there are candles lit inside.

There's a classic style of upside-down candle; I wonder if Sister Zuxian knows how to make one.

It's okay if she doesn't know how; I'll teach her later.

Director Tang is fond of being a poet.

He walked around the screen and saw what was inside, then stopped in his tracks.

A dozen or so screens enclose a new world.

Wang Zuxian wore a bright red brocade wedding dress, adorned with a gold hairpin and phoenix crown. Her makeup was radiant, and her skin appeared even whiter under the flickering red candlelight.

A pair of shapely, long legs were faintly visible beneath the red dress.

He stood there, stunned.

"Jingle Bell"

As Wang Zuxian gently swayed her body, the bells on her gold and red belt rang melodiously.

This is?

Attack Speed ​​Bell!

"How dare you come here?" The voice was clear and melodious, as if Nie Xiaoqian was complaining about Ning Caichen.

Tang Wen took a deep breath, the scent of roses spreading between his mouth and nose.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Finish this meal and then hurry up and leave. If Grandma finds out, she won't let you off the hook."

Tang Wen, barefoot, stepped onto the carpet strewn with rose petals and sat down beside her. For a moment, the air was filled with fragrance, it was hard to tell whether it was the scent of the flowers or the fragrance of her.

Wang Zuxian smiled at him, got up and scooped a bowl of tomato beef into a porcelain bowl: "Are you hungry? Eat up."

"Xiaoqian, you are so good to me."

"I hope you'll still remember me after you leave here." Wang Zuxian sighed, half-jokingly: Wen Di is good in every way, but he has too many women around him.

Tang Wen finished the beef in a few bites, then took a sip of the yellow wine in his black porcelain cup: "Don't worry, I'll take you with me."

“I can’t leave. My grandmother wants me to marry the Black Mountain Ghost. As soon as midnight comes, I will…” Xiaoqian shook her head, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, looking heartbroken.

Looking at her golden-red wedding dress and phoenix crown on her head.

Tang Wen suddenly snapped out of his reverie: Ah, so after midnight, wouldn't you become Black Mountain Man...?

It's strangely exciting.

Wang Zuxian seems to have become addicted to playing the role.

A strong wind howled outside.

Her expression changed: "Quick, hide! The Black Mountain Demon is coming!"

There is a similar plot in the original movie of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

The male protagonist escaped by hiding in the female protagonist's bathtub.

"But there's no bathtub here, Xiaoqian." How could we forget to prepare such a crucial prop?

Wang Zuxian glared at him, but before she could speak, she saw him stare at her bright red wedding dress that was dragging on the ground.

"No"

Before the word "okay" could even leave her lips, Tang Wen had already deftly lifted the hem of her wedding dress, revealing a pair of breathtakingly long legs.

Without saying a word, he nimbly crawled inside.

Wang Zuxian: No, Wendi, why do I feel like you're so skilled at getting under a skirt?
"Ring ring ring ring"

The bell at her waist rang rapidly.

Wang, the beautiful woman, suddenly changed her expression and pressed her hands against her skirt: "No, not here!"

Before she could finish speaking, the phoenix crown suddenly flew up and almost fell to the ground.

Thus, the main course for tonight was officially served.

"Don't be there"

"Shh," Tang Wen said, his eyes alluring as he stared at Wang Zuxian like a male succubus, "Keep your voice down, sister. You don't want the Black Mountain Demon to hear you, do you?"

Wang Zuxian: ?!
What a mess.

Just what to say.

The words were forcefully swallowed back down his throat.

"Hmm~"

Her cool expression could no longer be maintained; her handsome eyebrows furrowed, and her snow-white chin lifted sharply, revealing her slender neck.

Step, step, step
Ring ring ring…

I was carried up to the second floor.

Wang Zuxian gradually lost her ability to think: Ah Wen, little brother, how could he...?

The stairs were bumpy.

Wang Zuxian was completely stunned.

My last thought was: thank goodness we gave our housekeeper the day off.

In the morning, Wang Zuxian, who was fast asleep, was carried into the bathtub and slowly woke up after being immersed in the water.

"Wen Di?" She asked sleepily, propping herself up from the warm water like a stunning mermaid.

"Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and we have to go on the Spring Festival Gala tonight."

Upon hearing the words "Spring Festival Gala," Wang Zuxian sat up abruptly.

"Don't rush, it's only 10 a.m., just be there before 3 p.m." The Spring Festival Gala will have one last rehearsal before going on stage.

All actors need to arrive several hours in advance.

With a "splash," Wang Zuxian lay back down in the bathtub, her gaze lingering on Tang Wen's well-developed chest and abdominal muscles.

Thinking back on everything that happened last night:
Holding and looking in the mirror

Tortured by Yan Chixia as a demoness
……

Even the older sister couldn't help but blush.

Tang Wen chuckled a few times and stepped into the bathtub to soak with her.

"Hey, don't do anything reckless. You need to take care of your health."

Thinking back to yesterday, Wang Zuxian felt that Tang Wen's condition was abnormally good.

"Your body?" Tang Wen's voice changed. "Xiaoqian, are you questioning me? Didn't I serve you well last night?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch it again.

Wang Zuxian turned pale and quickly pressed his hand down: "I have no doubts, I'm happy, I'm happy."

"Really?"

Rubbing her sore legs, Wang Zuxian could only say, "Of course, yesterday was my happiest day!"

Tang Wen laughed again and kissed her on the cheek: "Last night was nothing, I was just worried about the Spring Festival Gala."

The older sister's pretty face kept changing, and she couldn't tell if he was bragging or telling the truth.

Fearing she might lose her balance on stage, Tang Wen suppressed his thoughts.

Wang Zuxian breathed a sigh of relief, nestled in his arms, and enjoyed the tender embrace.

"Awen, how many girls are around you right now? I don't mean anything by it, just asking casually."

唐文眼睛上翻，做出回忆的模样：“2、4、6、8、10……”

"Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore," Wang Zuxian said with amusement, clearly not believing her.

"Almost finished counting."

"You should settle down."

"Recover your mind?" Tang Wen touched his thigh. "I've actually recovered quite a bit of my mind, but it's not easy to deal with something once you've recovered it."

He had feelings for most of the women around him.

Not dashing at all.

I need to pay attention to this in the future.

Wang Zuxian: What we mean by settling down is not the same thing!

She wanted to persuade him again, but Tang Wen turned away.

A vibrant, thriving state of life is right before you.

She shut up immediately.

He silently prayed to Buddha in his heart: hoping that Awen would calm down soon.

"Congratulations on your fortune! Congratulations on your wonderful life!"

The two ate dinner at home, then drove to the Spring Festival Gala backstage.

Most of the shops, big and small, along the street were playing the same song—"Gong Xi Fa Cai," which Tang Wen sang at last year's Spring Festival Gala.

"Wen Di, where did you get the inspiration for this song?"

Tang Wen: Of course, it was given to me by Andy Lau.

"I wanted to write a celebratory song, so I did."

"You are a true musical genius," Wang Zuxian said with admiration.

Tang Wen was very pleased, nodded, and promised, "I'll prepare another album for you this year."

"Really?" The older sister was overjoyed.

She's long since lost interest in making movies.

But the novelty of singing hadn't worn off yet.

She could sing for several more years without getting tired of it.

"Hmm," Tang Wen turned his face to the side.

Wang Zuxian kissed her knowingly: "Just write me two hit songs."

She was worried that other women would also want them, and Tang Wen wouldn't be able to handle it all, which would only make things difficult and upsetting for everyone.

The backstage area of ​​the Spring Festival Gala was bustling with noise.

The corridor was packed with people, both inside and out. Today, it was especially crowded due to the hectic pace and busy schedule.

"How about we go to the pier together?"

Tang Wen looked at Wang Zuxian.

"okay."

The latter hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

He doesn't plan to retire from the entertainment industry anytime soon, and he often stays in Beijing.

It's good to get to know more people.

Last night, the two officially became a couple.

Appearing together in public today is a kind of declaration... right?

Although their relationship has long been a matter of public opinion.

Tang Wen took her to visit several singers first.

I chatted with the teacher who sang "Red Silk" for a few more minutes in her dressing room before leaving.

After leaving, Tang Wen felt relaxed and pushed open Liu Huan's door.

"Long time no see, Huan-ge."

"Oh dear, I came to find you as soon as I arrived."

"I just arrived." The two hugged.

Wang Zuxian and Tian Zhen next to her reached out their hands to each other.

Old Liu will sing "Warmth" tonight.

This song is relatively unfamiliar to the average listener.

It's a new song that Lao Liu specially prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

The melody and lyrics are fine, but that's about it.

In contrast, Tian Zhen prepared a very famous song—"The Storm, the Rainbow, and the Resilient Rose."

Tang Wen casually offered a few words of praise.

Tian Zhen talked to him about the story behind his creative process.

The song was originally called "Gentle Beauty, Resilient Rose," and so were the lyrics.

The current name and lyrics were changed later.

As the group chatted, Chen Hong and Cai Guoqing came over for a visit.

This year, their performance was a duet.

I made plans to have drinks with Liu Huan in a few days.

Tang Wen took Wang Zuxian away to find Zhao Benshan.

"Bro~ I've missed you so much!"

Old Zhao was dressed in what looked like a stolen white coat, looking every bit the doctor, but he had a natural comedic charm.

I greeted Gao and Fan.

Everyone sat down and chatted.

Old Zhao took off his hat and said with emotion, "Brother, I should have used the notebook you wrote for me last year."

"How to say?"

"Our show has been revised for a whole month now, and the production team has stayed up with me for many days! Look, our hair has turned white."

The program Zhao Benshan appeared on this year was called "Heart Disease".

The idea came from 98; it was bought by Lao Zhao's friend.

Before the Spring Festival Gala was prepared this year, we performed several shows as required by the directing team.

If it doesn't work, the effect is poor, and the joke doesn't ring true.

"I couldn't sleep at all! If I hadn't known you were busy, I would have gone to you."

Tang Wen quickly waved his hand: "I'm even more of an amateur. At most, I can have a few drinks with you."

"You're great in every way, except you're too modest!" Old Zhao laughed. "We've discussed it next year, and we'll just use your notebook."

Previously, it was for the purpose of doing roadshows in the areas outside the Great Wall.

Tang Wen specially copied Lao Zhao's skit "The Water Carrier" and gave it to Lao Zhao.

I was a little embarrassed at first.

Now I hear him say that he suffered so much during his creative process.

I immediately felt at ease.

Old Zhao, although I took your favor, I also saved you from the pain of creation!

Tang Wen: "The inspiration for that book came from your previous work, 'Selling Crutches'."

He arranged to have drinks with them, and Tang Wen also met with Aaron Kwok, the Hong Kong superstar, on the way.

Hong Kong and Taiwan artists Cecilia Cheung and Yi-Lin Lam were chatting in his room.

Upon seeing the two enter, they both stood up to welcome them.

"Director Tang, I've long admired you!"

Zhang Baizhi bent down slightly and stretched out her hands.

Zhang Baizhi, who is only 23 years old, has a pure oval face. Her bone structure is extremely beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyes are as exquisite as a finely sculpted painting.

Her eyes are naturally slightly upturned, clear, and lively yet reserved and curious.

"Hello Bai Zhi, you're quite popular lately."

"No, no." Cecilia Cheung is not an extroverted person.

He then turned around and chatted with Aaron Kwok about tonight's show.

Zhang Baizhi secretly sized him up: Why does he seem even more handsome than Nicholas Tse and Edison Chen?

So young, yet able to sit on equal footing with Emperor Group's CEO, Mr. Yang.

It's said that he earns a billion a year...

She stared at Tang Wen's profile, slightly lost in thought.

Suddenly I realized something was wrong.

Turning my head, I saw a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"Sister Zuxian." Zhang Baizhi's face flushed slightly, and she didn't dare to meet Wang Zuxian's gaze.

His eyes darted around, like a thief caught red-handed stealing.

"How old is Cecilia Cheung this year?" Wang Zuxian was a few centimeters taller than Cecilia Cheung, looking down at her with a strong sense of pressure.

"23"

Wang Zuxian sighed softly, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

"How are you and Nicholas Tse doing?"

Zhang Baizhi understood; this meant she shouldn't be greedy and want more.

She pursed her lips and blinked her big eyes as she replied, "We're doing great. People in Hong Kong say that Sister Zuxian is lucky, and Director Tang is more handsome than Nicholas Tse."

Wang Zuxian gave her a deep look: "So young, yet so daring to dream."

After meeting with Aaron Kwok.

Tang Wenjian saw all four Heavenly Kings.

Andy Lau and Zhang Xueyou need no further introduction.

In "Infernal Affairs 3", Tang Wen personally selected Li Ming to play the role of Officer Yang, and he had auditioned for the role beforehand.

She returned to her dressing room.

After warming up, Li Xiaoran was already waiting in the room.

The final rehearsal has begun.

This is mainly just going through the motions.

After a flurry of orderly activity, Tang Wen was heading back to the dressing room to eat something and wait for the evening's performance.

"Director Tang, please wait."

"Teacher Zhou?"

Zhou Tao, the host stopped him tonight.

Staring at her exceptionally elegant face, Tang Wen asked, "Is there something you need?"

"I have a line of my hosting script that I need to change. It's about you. I'd like to say hello to you. Please take a look." Zhou Tao handed over the cue cards.

"I trust Professor Zhou's expertise." Tang Wen took the book and glanced at it, his eyes widening in surprise.

It turns out to be the singer who performed "Red Silk," here are the opening remarks before her appearance.

"This was suggested by...? Which teacher?"

“That’s right.” Zhou Tao nodded.

"Won't there be any negative consequences?"

"Huh?" Zhou Tao didn't understand.

"For example, will it take up your time?"

"It's not that bad, Director Tang."

"The leaders agreed too?"

"Of course I agree."

"Thank you very much!" Tang Wen handed the card back to her and took out his phone from his pocket.

Zhou Tao was taken aback by this action, and she reminded her, "You can't bring your phone during the formal performance later."

Because Tang Wen sang live.

At least the live performance was real.

If a cell phone were to ring on the spot, the thought of that scene would be terrifying.

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhou. I brought my phone with me so I can get your contact information."

Zhou Tao smiled and said, "Then I must give it to you for the sake of the performance later."

"So, am I smart?" Tang Wen raised his eyebrows smugly.

Zhou Tao raised his hand to cover his red lips and laughed, "Is it possible that this is cunning?"

"Teacher Zhou, how can you tell the truth!"

She laughed even more heartily.

She casually memorized Zhou Tao's phone number, and amidst her surprised gaze, walked backstage and returned to the dressing room.

Pushing open the door:

Fan Bingbing, Li Xiaoran, Wang Zuxian.

The three women formed a tripartite balance.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder...

(End of this chapter)