This director is vindictive.

Chen Mo was indeed left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

But there's no need to be so angry that you want to reach out and hit someone over the internet cable.

As a public figure, he understands the mindset of people who enjoy entertainment all too well.

In fact, he had already experienced the joy of leaving the entertainment industry during this period.

Well, although he has a lot of things to do at the company, he has always been happy to be a hands-off manager, leaving almost everything else to professional managers, except for some essential major matters.

The biggest benefit of retiring from the entertainment industry is that he can finally openly refuse those social engagements that he used to have to attend even if he felt uncomfortable.

In the past, he would have to force a smile to deal with these social occasions, especially those with official backing, no matter how boring or time-consuming they were.

After all, in the entertainment industry, success isn't about who has the strongest fists, but about who is better at building relationships. The same applies to real society.

In such situations, everyone is a master of acting, putting on a performance that's even more convincing than real movie stars.

Now that's great, ever since he publicly announced his retirement from the entertainment industry, even if invitations are still sent to him, he can stand up straight and say, "I won't go."

Despite being a top figure in the industry, he still had to fake a smile in these kinds of social situations, even if his face was stiff from smiling. Now he finally doesn't have to suffer like that anymore; just thinking about it saves him a lot of time from forcing a smile.

Some people enjoy being in the spotlight and being the center of attention, but for Chen Mo, he has been in the spotlight far too often and for far too long.

So, I've gotten a little tired of it.

So, people are just naturally dramatic, and Chen Mo is no exception.

You might say that when you're free, you always think that people need to be busy and find something to do.

In the prime of life, one should strive and work hard, but Chen Mo is now truly stealing a half-day of leisure and experiencing the joy of lying down.

These are things that money can't buy. Well, okay, the main thing is, he's not short of money.

So, that's just how people are. If you don't have money, you naturally won't have any free time either, but for many rich people, having money doesn't mean they'll have any free time either.

On an autumn morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm golden hue over the soft bedding.

Half-asleep, Chen Mo smelled a familiar, light perfume scent around his nose—the unique fragrance of Fan Binbin.

He instinctively tightened his arms, his palms pressed against her smooth back, his fingertips feeling soft and warm.

Fan Binbin was still fast asleep, breathing evenly, with strands of her long hair scattered on the pillow, a few playfully brushing against Chen Mo's neck, tickling him.

He looked down at her, couldn't help but gently kiss her forehead, and smiled slightly.

Last night she was incredibly gentle, saying she wanted to spend quality time with him and enjoy his first autumn after retiring from the entertainment industry.

They've been married for a long time, and their way of getting along is already familiar and natural, but Chen Mo never gets tired of it.

He once joked that other people's "seven-year itch" is because they can only be with the same person for seven years, but he has seven - mathematically speaking, it would take at least forty-nine years to experience the "seven-year itch" once.

Fan Binbin kicked him with a smile, scolding him for being unserious, but her eyes and brows were full of undisguised laughter.

Now, he no longer has to deal with those insincere social occasions, no longer has to force himself to smile at a table full of leaders, and no longer has to worry about being photographed by paparazzi.

The most obvious benefit of retiring from the entertainment industry is that you can rightfully refuse to go anywhere you don't want to go and dedicate all your time to the people you cherish.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his arms and pull her closer to him.

Fan Binbin mumbled a sleepy "hmm," her eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if she had been woken up by him, but she quickly snuggled against his chest and found a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Chen Mo smiled silently, thinking to himself—a morning like this is far more worthwhile than any boring social engagement.

I slowly closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Well, I stayed up quite late last night.

Sleeping until you naturally wake up is something many people dream of.

Many people who achieve financial freedom can actually do it, but most of the time they tend to exercise restraint, calling it "self-discipline"!
I don't know when it started, but many people use "self-discipline" to describe themselves.

But Chen Mo wasn't that "self-disciplined." Well, if there was anything he was truly self-disciplined about, it was that he slept with a wife every day.

Shouldn't this be considered self-discipline?

And sleeping until you naturally wake up every day is, in a way, a form of self-discipline, right?
As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," and Chen Mo is quite self-disciplined in this regard. He follows his heart and gets up early to do some morning exercises.

I, Chen Mo, am extremely self-disciplined!
He let the sunlight filter through the gauze curtains and wake him up naturally.

The phone by the bedside is no longer cluttered with schedule reminders; instead, it's filled with company briefings sent regularly by his professional manager. He always spends ten minutes quickly browsing them after breakfast, occasionally replying with a couple of key instructions, and then dedicates the rest of his coffee time to financial newspapers and unfinished novels, or sometimes to browsing gossip news for a bit of fun.

Unlike Chen Mo, the seven women, although they have also retired from the entertainment industry, have their own things to do, such as taking care of their children, shopping, or going to a spa. Women can always find something to keep them busy.

When the children are on vacation, Chen Mo will occasionally spend time with them.

In the afternoon study, Chen Mo leaned lazily against the leather sofa, with a half-finished cup of oolong tea beside him, long since cold.

There was a stack of gold-edged invitations on the table, all invitations to banquets and parties. In the past, he would have had to attend at least a few, but now? He couldn't even be bothered to open them, and just pushed them aside, out of sight, out of mind.

I was just about to close my eyes and rest for a while when my phone suddenly rang. It was an old friend calling.

The person on the other end of the phone asked excitedly, "Old Chen, found a great fishing spot? I just got a new set of gear, supposedly super awesome, want to give it a try?"

Chen Mo chuckled upon hearing this. Since he had nothing better to do, he readily agreed: "Sure, let's see if you're bragging again this time. Don't think I don't know, that fish you posted on your WeChat Moments last time, you had it bought from the market!"

Chen Mo had always thought that golf was a rather pretentious sport—a group of rich people dressed in fancy sportswear, swinging their clubs with an air of superiority, and having to exchange pleasantries from time to time. Wasn't that tiring?
However, it must be said that golf courses are indeed a good place to discuss "big business" and for business people to network.

The main advantage is that the place is spacious, and you don't have to worry about being watched or anything.

To put it bluntly, nobody really goes there to play golf; they go there to discuss business.

Yes, that's why Chen Mo doesn't particularly like it, because that place is actually quite mercenary. So although he's occasionally dragged there by his friends, he doesn't really take it seriously.

On the contrary, I inexplicably became obsessed with fishing.

Although his skills weren't great, and he often sat for most of the day without catching a single small fish, he was still addicted to it.

When anglers get together, who cares if you're a big boss or a celebrity? They only compare two things: who caught the most fish that day, and whose technique is the best. They talk about choosing fishing spots and what bait to use—simple, direct, and without any unnecessary fluff.

Sometimes he would squat by the river all day, catching hardly any fish, but getting a tan all over his body. His wife would tease him, "What you're catching isn't fish, it's more like sunbathing!"

He wasn't annoyed, and grinned: "What do you know? This is called self-cultivation!"

Anyway, I've retired from the entertainment industry now, so I have plenty of time to slowly work things out. If I don't succeed, I can just enjoy the scenery. It's better than forcing a smile at those boring banquets.

Fan Binbin is kneeling on a yoga mat, her slender waist slightly arched back, her hands supporting her on the ground, fully highlighting her full chest.

The tight-fitting yoga clothes accentuated her alluring curves, especially the way they rose and fell with her deep breaths, which were captivating.

Chen Mo leaned against the doorframe, his gaze roaming unabashedly over her body, from her long neck to her slender waist, and then to the curves of her pert buttocks. When she did the downward-facing dog pose, the fabric clung tightly to her rounded buttocks, trembling slightly with the movement, making his Adam's apple bob.

"Going fishing again?" Fan Binbin maintained her pose and glanced at him. This movement made her profile even more defined, and her ample chest almost burst out of her clothes.

Sweat trickled down her collarbone, leaving an ambiguous mark on her tight-fitting clothes.

Chen Mo whistled lightly, "I'd rather fish for you than fish for fish." His gaze was burning as he stared intently at the taut lines of her thighs, where the contours of her skin were faintly visible.
"But judging from your attitude, are you planning to keep me from leaving the house today?"

Fan Binbin deliberately slowed down her movements and changed her poses, each stretch carrying a seductive rhythm.

As she did the cat stretch, the arch of her back made her hips even more alluring, and her soft breasts appeared even fuller under the influence of gravity. She turned to him and winked seductively: "Hehe, you should go fishing. You always make me give up halfway!"

Chen Mo felt that he couldn't be entirely blamed for this.

As a normal, virile man, he had absolutely no interest in yoga as a sport—not even the thought of trying it.

But watching your own woman practice yoga is a completely different story: the tight yoga pants accentuate her graceful leg curves, her waist is subtly revealed beneath the fabric as she stretches, and her chest swells dramatically when she arches back – the visual impact is simply a top-tier sensory feast. The saying "beauty is food for the eyes" perfectly describes this kind of captivating, vibrant beauty.

This gradually became a tacit little pleasure between them.

The villa clearly has a professional gym, complete with treadmills, rowing machines, and other equipment, where he usually exercises. But yoga is different—the women, having long since figured out his preference, always deliberately spread out mats in front of the living room's French windows. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, bathing their outstretched limbs in a soft glow, each breath creating a breathtakingly rhythmic movement.

The result was predictable. Chen Mo often couldn't resist watching more than a few movements, turning from an observer into a participant. Solo yoga quickly evolved into partner yoga, and the overlapping figures on the mat completely derailed the so-called fitness plan.

Suddenly, Fan Binbin stood up and picked up a towel to wipe away his sweat.

"How about I go fishing with you today?" Fan Binbin asked.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment.

"Let's not do that, shall we?"

He couldn't help but smile wryly. In fact, when he first started fishing, the women in his family who took turns fishing would often curiously follow him.

Although they have all retired from the entertainment industry, their fame is still undeniable!
Anglers may be able to ignore Chen Mo, a wealthy man, but they absolutely cannot ignore the fact that these women are big stars.

As a result, the fishing activity was completely aborted, and instead felt like a fan meeting.

The charm of one's own woman is far greater than fishing itself.

As for Fan Binbin, needless to say, this "queen" who once dominated the Forbes list for three consecutive years and stormed the Chinese entertainment industry has retired from the scene.

In fact, her retirement from the entertainment industry has made her appear in public even less, making it even more difficult to meet her.

Therefore, Chen Mo could imagine that if he really let her go with him, it would be unlikely that he would be able to catch a single fish, and even fishing would become a luxury.

Because she doesn't go, Chen Mo and his fishing buddies are just fishing for fish. But if she goes, then it's all over. She can turn all the fishing enthusiasts into mandarin fish.

"Alright, go ahead then, have fun." Fan Binbin stepped forward and kissed him, then stopped insisting.

Chen Mo immediately countered with a French move, and only put it down when it was almost about to go off.

Then, he casually grabbed his car keys, completely ignoring the resentful look from one of the women, and slowly drove off. The car sped along a tree-lined suburban road, sunlight filtering through the leaves and into the car, the air carrying the scent of grass and trees.

He was in a good mood, so he rolled down the car window and hummed an old song along with the radio, feeling free and relaxed.

Chen Mo was lucky today; at least he didn't become the "air force commander"—something the fisherman couldn't accept.

Although I only caught a few crucian carp the size of my little finger, and didn't even see the big fish I had imagined, the excitement of the moment the float sank was much more exhilarating than swinging a club on a golf course.

Now, chatting with women no longer requires me to be on edge discussing investment plans; instead, we can relax and gossip: which popular young actress was caught on camera meeting a younger man late at night, or which veteran actor was caught picking his toes on set. After dinner, when we stroll hand-in-hand through the neighborhood, the streetlights cast long shadows of them.

There's no need to worry about paparazzi here; the annual property management fees aren't paid for nothing.

Of course, this was just an ordinary day after retiring from the entertainment industry.

Occasionally, he would receive an e-invitation to a charity gala for late-night dinners. He would chuckle and forward the link to the current CEO, adding, "Go and show your face, and remember to praise our newly established arts and culture foundation."

There's also a very interesting activity at Chen Mo's house.

That's a movie screening event.

Chen Mo's private screening room is filled with all sorts of antiques—from videotapes and LD discs to VCDs and DVDs, all treasures he has collected over the years from secondhand markets, collectors, and even small shops in nooks and crannies.

The most amazing thing was those pirated DVDs from the 1990s. The outer shell was printed with "Ghost", but when you put it in the machine and played it for a while, it turned into "The Untold Story", and after another ten minutes it switched to "Sex and Zen" - it was more exciting than opening a blind box.

He would often have a woman on one arm and stuff these counterfeit DVDs into the player with the other. The picture quality was blurry, like a mosaic, but the three of them still watched with great interest. Whenever the scene suddenly jumped from zombies to a sex scene, the women would punch him on the shoulder and yell, "You deliberately picked these kinds of DVDs again!"
Chen Mo laughed so hard he slapped his thigh: "This is what retro entertainment is all about! Where can you find this kind of surprise in today's streaming media?" (End of Chapter)