1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 190 Absence Makes the Heart Blossom (Please Subscribe!)

"Mommy, Daddy's snoring!"

"Yes, Dad is snoring because he's worked hard. Qianqian, don't disturb Dad's rest. Go and take a bath with Auntie. You can sleep with Auntie tonight."

"do not want!"

"What don't you want?"

"I want to sleep with Daddy."

Seeing how attached her daughter was to her father, Liu Xiaoli knew that further persuasion would be useless, so she didn't insist.

"Even if I sleep with my dad, I still need to take a shower."

Chen Qian glanced back at her father and said somewhat reluctantly, "Okay."

Chen Fusheng thought he would sleep well after returning home, but he unexpectedly had a nightmare.

I dreamt that I was suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain, just like the Monkey King.

Couldn't move at all.

Just as he was racking his brains wondering if his master would come to save him, a fairy-like figure, graceful as a startled swan, flew down from the heavens.

Although her appearance is unclear, her attire suggests she is Chang'e, the moon goddess who lives in the moon palace.

And then a celestial melody rang in his ears:
"My little darling, how did you fall asleep on your father's lap?"

The fairy's voice was ethereal and elusive...

Before Chen Fusheng could hear clearly,
He felt a lightness in his body, and the Five Finger Mountain that had been suppressing him flew away.

Wuzhi Mountain has flown away!

It flew away!
and many more……

The fairy's voice seems somewhat familiar?
Chen Fusheng strained to open his eyes wide, and then he could really see the fairy's appearance clearly.

No, that's not Chang'e at all, that's his wife.

"Did I wake you up?" After putting her daughter in the crib, Liu Xiaoli turned around and found her husband was awake. She smiled apologetically at him.

Chen Fusheng didn't reply, but his pupils gradually focused, and then he rubbed his slightly sore chest and guessed, "Was my daughter sleeping on me just now?"

"Yes, don't you feel anything?" Liu Xiaoli said softly, worried about waking up her second child who had just been put to sleep.

"How could I not feel anything? I even dreamed that I became Sun Wukong, who was trapped under the Five Finger Mountain."

His words made Liu Xiaoli burst into laughter.

I couldn't help but joke:

"Honey, did you dream about the flood that engulfed Jinshan Temple?"

Chen Fusheng froze, unsure of what was happening, and quickly reached up to touch himself.

The good news is that his daughter didn't pee on him.

The bad news is, I drooled a lot.

"Wife, get me a set of pajamas, I'm going to take a shower."

"Why bother washing it? You're disgusted by your own daughter's saliva?" Liu Xiaoli said irritably, feeling that her husband was being unnecessary.

"I don't feel well."

Seeing that her husband didn't seem to be joking, Liu Xiaoli opened the closet, took out a clean set of pajamas, and threw them on the bed.

"Honey, have you showered yet?"

"Wait until you go wash up first, then I'll go wash up," Liu Xiaoli urged. "Hurry up, don't dawdle, it's already past ten o'clock."

"Let's shower together then, I can even scrub your back for you."

"No, it would be too embarrassing if Wenqiong and the others saw us."

"They should all be asleep by now. Besides, we're an old married couple, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at her husband, but still agreed to his request.

"The water doesn't seem very hot yet."

After entering the washroom, Liu Xiaoli first tested the water temperature.

When she turned around, she found that her husband had already taken off his battle armor.

"In the middle of summer, I'd rather take a cold shower."

As he spoke, Chen Fusheng stepped forward and took the showerhead from his wife's hand, using it to cool himself down.

As the saying goes, a man is a boy until he dies.

The next second, he pointed the showerhead at his wife next to him. "Are you trying to kill me?"

In the sweltering summer, clothes are already thin, and when they get wet, they cling to the body and create a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Chen Fusheng's eyes lit up.

Then it got brighter and brighter.

Liu Xiaoli just said the water wasn't hot.

It wasn't hot, but it still produced steam.

And it quickly filled the enclosed, cramped space.

Those who have cultivated immortality know that when spiritual energy—oops, when water vapor accumulates and its concentration increases, it turns into fog.

At this moment, the washroom was shrouded in mist and fog, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

In the thick fog, there seemed to be a faint, enchanting aura.

Because it cannot escape, its concentration keeps increasing.

When these enchanting energies and water vapors blend together, quantitative change leads to qualitative change, gradually filling this small world of washing with a completely new kind of energy.

This new kind of energy is called the Qi of Yinyun!
It is said that it can help people achieve twice the result with half the effort when breaking through to higher realms...

More than half an hour later.

The two got dressed and sneaked back to their room.

"It feels so good to take a shower on a hot summer day!"

Liu Xiaoli ignored the man, checked on her daughter and son's sleeping conditions, and then lay down on the bed like her husband.

But since they had just finished their dual cultivation, neither of them felt sleepy.

Thus began the couple's late-night chat session.

"Didn't you say you'd be back at the end of June when you left last time? Why has it been so long?"

"Didn't I explain this in the afternoon? The box office of 'The Man from Earth' is a huge hit."

Seeing the lingering doubt in his wife's eyes, Chen Fusheng explained further: "In the current American market, besides box office revenue, a film also generates substantial revenue from videotape sales. So I need to wait until the box office revenue reaches its maximum before I have enough leverage to sell the videotape rights for the highest possible price. Do you understand?"

Liu Xiaoli nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"So how much did you sell the videotape rights to your movie for?"

"$200 million."

"Wow! You only spent nine days making this movie, and it's worth so much? If you include box office revenue, isn't it almost as good as 'Andhadhun' and 'The Devotion of Suspect X'?"

“Yes, that’s the allure of box office revenue sharing. Doesn’t it feel more exciting than directly selling the rights?” Chen Fusheng said.

"This is quite exciting, but you can't guarantee that every movie will be a huge hit."

"To put it simply, our production costs are low. Even if we only have one hit like 'The Man from Earth,' we'd still make a profit even if we lost money on ten."

After a moment's thought, Chen Fusheng added, "Of course, I'm just giving an example. In reality, with your perspective as a man, it's impossible to lose money on ten films for just one hit."

"What about your 'Die Hard'? That movie must have had a high budget, right?"

"Yes, for a movie like this, it has to succeed; failure is not an option."

"..."

Liu Xiaoli said speechlessly, "So you're right about everything!"

Chen Fusheng chuckled and then asked about the family's situation this month.

"Honey, is it convenient for you to take our son to work every day now?"

"It's alright, I don't do anything on set."

Liu Xiaoli said to herself, "By the way, honey, CCTV has a new factory director."

"I remember your original factory manager's surname was Dai, right? Who's replaced him now?"

"Director Wang, he used to be the deputy director in charge of administration."

"As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean. Has your new factory director made any moves since taking office?" Chen Fusheng asked casually, but his wife actually nodded.

"Have!"

"What did you do?"

"I heard from Director Yang Jie that he wants to reform this year's Spring Festival Gala."

Chen Fusheng was taken aback, and thought to himself: Good heavens, so this old comrade was the one who put together the Spring Festival Gala!
(End of this chapter)