I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

Cheng Sheng was taken aback by her words, then sneered, his eyes filled with even more mockery: "You like me? Auntie, how old are you and how old am I! And does Feng Dapao even know that you like me?" He deliberately emphasized the word "Auntie" and mentioned Feng Dapao, openly and subtly mocking her for overestimating herself and being inconsiderate.

Xu Fan didn't care about his sarcasm at all. Instead, he laughed and joked, hitting Cheng Sheng's sore spot with one sentence: "Don't you just like the aunt type? Otherwise, you wouldn't be with Chen Hong. You even found a girlfriend who is seven years older than you. I think you are starved for love."

"You..." Cheng Sheng was choked and speechless, his face turning pale and then red.

Looking at Xu Fan, who seemed completely at ease and confident, he was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected this woman to have him so firmly under her control, and Xu Fan's words were so accurate that he had no way to refute them.

After all, he does have a preference for older women, which he can't deny.

After a brief standoff, Cheng Sheng finally relented, his expression showing a mixture of impatience and compromise.

Seeing this, Xu Fan immediately seized the opportunity and proposed an agreement: "I won't force you to do anything. Let's keep our relationship secret. I won't bother you or reveal anything about us. All you need to do is help Lao Feng write an award-winning script, how about that?"

Cheng Sheng looked at Xu Fan with a complex mix of emotions in his eyes: resentment, helplessness, and a hint of frustration at being manipulated. He hadn't expected Xu Fan to go to such lengths for Feng Dapao.

This made Cheng Sheng a little envious of Feng Dapao for having such a good wife.

Of course, he wouldn't dare take such a good wife, after all, there was the risk of being cuckolded.

Cheng Sheng finally nodded and gritted his teeth in agreement: "Okay, we'll do it your way. But remember, if you dare to leak even a single word, I'll risk my reputation to make you suffer. As for underground relationships, forget it. You're not my type."

Xu Fan's face instantly broke into a smug smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph, but upon hearing the last two sentences, he felt displeased.

What do you mean she's not his type? Where does he fall short of Chen Hong?
And so the turmoil came to an end.

Although neither of them lost anything, and Cheng Sheng even benefited and reached an agreement, which should have been a happy ending, Cheng Sheng still felt a shadow hanging over his heart.

This woman acts without considering the consequences. If she continues to act recklessly in the future, he's really afraid he'll be implicated.

"Let's just put today's events behind us, as if they never happened. As for writing the script for Feng Dapao, don't worry, I won't go back on my word."

Hearing Cheng Sheng's resolute words, Xu Fan said softly, "Okay, but I want you to grant me one request."

"Xu Fan, don't go too far." Cheng Sheng suppressed his anger.

She's already agreed to write a script for Feng Xiaogang, and now she wants me to agree to another condition. It's obvious she's clinging to me and won't let go.

"Don't misunderstand, this condition... is actually not difficult for you, you can do it easily," Xu Fan said.

"What are your conditions? If you want me to write another script, then don't even bother asking," Cheng Sheng said coldly.

"I...I want to do it again." After Xu Fan finished speaking, even though she was open-minded, her mind was blank and her face was flushed.

But upon seeing Cheng Sheng's current appearance—his hair slightly disheveled, his collar slightly open, and his eyes clear yet carrying a hint of coldness—Xu Fan's heart skipped a beat, an unknown emotion welled up within him, and he became even more certain of his thoughts.

It's said that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, and Xu Fan is exactly in that age range. The term "tiger and wolf" is no exaggeration.

In the past, when Xu Fan was with Feng Dapao, it was just scratching an itch; they never ate anything fancy, so he didn't really care.

But after tasting this exquisite dish, Xu Fan's floodgates were opened, and now he couldn't close them again. This is why Xu Fan said he wanted to become Cheng Sheng's apprentice just now.

It's not that Xu Fan is truly despicable, but rather that once he's tasted something good, he's reluctant to give up.

In an instant, Xu Fan felt a little ashamed. What he had said sounded like he was offering himself up, which was really absurd.

The other party is only in his twenties. If this were a woman in ancient times who had children in her teens, she could be his mother.

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt; her face was burning hot.

"If you... don't agree, it's fine." "I was just saying..."

Before Cheng Sheng could answer, Xu Fan tried to explain, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and the more he explained, the more confused he became.

Cheng Sheng seemed not to hear him, assuming he was confused at that moment.

Xu Fan actually asked him to do it again.

This is outrageous!

Addicted?
I'm not a poppy myself!

It's not addictive!
This woman is interesting; it seems she's been 'conquered' by me.

Cheng Sheng tilted his head and stared intently at Xu Fan. He suddenly realized that this woman wasn't some heinous villain; at least she was capable of taking risks.

Seeing the conflicted expression on Xu Fan's face, Cheng Sheng's disgust for her lessened. Instead, he found her appearance particularly vivid, interesting, and endearing, making her quite likable.

She's almost forty, yet she still displays such a girlish, conflicted expression; it's truly remarkable.

Seeing her face growing increasingly red, like a peach dyed crimson by the sunset, Cheng Sheng simply moved a little closer to her...

"I agree," Cheng Sheng clearly uttered the four words.

Seeing Cheng Sheng so close, Xu Fan felt a surge of joy. He subconsciously closed his eyes, his whole body tense like a fully drawn bowstring, his fists clenching and unclenching, trembling uncontrollably as they rested on his lap...

Her heart was already like a fireworks display, a feeling that was indescribable, stronger than before, yet with a unique tenderness.

Cheng Sheng is not a saint. When opportunities come knocking on his door, he has no reason to refuse them, and he'd rather take advantage of them than miss out.

With a hint of revenge, Cheng Sheng carried Xu Fan into the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, the ground shook violently.

Half an hour passed.

Ring ring ring!
The sudden ringing of the telephone interrupted the two.

Xu Fan's phone rang incessantly.

Cheng Sheng frowned, and Xu Fan also paused for a moment, blinking his eyes as if he were in a daze.

She fumbled for her phone, glanced at it, and mumbled indistinctly, "Yes..."

"It was Director Feng calling."

Cheng Sheng glanced at it and thought to himself: Hang up already! Hang up now!
As a result, she swiped her finger and the call was connected.

"Hey……"

"Old Feng!"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm... um... with Chen Hong and her friends right now!"

Cheng Sheng nearly choked on his own saliva; those words were way too honest! (End of Chapter)