How did I become famous?

Fang Bie opened his front door without looking to the side, as usual, then went inside, closed the door, and did so in one smooth motion.

As for that girl with long, straight black hair, let her go far away and live a happy life.

I just want to live a peaceful life, then find a rich and beautiful woman to live off, and my life will be complete.

In the middle of the night, I felt hungry.

Fang Bie was awakened by the thunder.

"Is it raining?"

He sat up and closed the notebook that was spread out on the table.

"Let's go grab some late-night snacks."

I took out an umbrella, opened the door, and there she was, still sitting by the door with her knees drawn up to her chest, her face still covered by her arms, her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders.

Fang walked into the elevator without looking to the side.

Twenty minutes later, Fang returned carrying a bag of late-night snacks.

He paused for a moment when he reached his own front door.

Why is that girl still here?

"Young lady, what difficulties are you facing?"

The woman with long, straight black hair raised her head, revealing a beautiful face with a somewhat aloof expression.

To be honest, Fang Bie was genuinely taken aback for a moment.

This girl... is almost too beautiful.

"May I come in?"

Her voice is very pleasant, but... something's not right.

Fang Bie carried the late-night snack in his left hand and reached into his pocket with his right hand to feel for the cigarette pack—he ultimately refrained from doing so.

"Is there something wrong? I can lend you my phone if it's out of battery."

Fang took out his phone: "Should I call 110 for you?"

Young people these days are all incredibly shrewd.

Putting aside the immoral and scandalous nature of compensated dating, what if it's a honey trap?

"You are... Mr. Fang Bie, right?" The girl's tone was calm, but a faint chill seemed to be innate to her.

Fang Bie paused for a moment, then opened the door: "Come in."

Ten minutes later—

"So...you ran away from home?" Fang Bie, holding a can of beer, raised an eyebrow. "By the way, who are you?"

He recalled the extra memories in his mind; in this parallel world, he didn't seem to know such a beautiful girl.

"Speaking of running away from home, there are always police stations and other places that can help you—"

"Mr. Fang Weiren is my father's old comrade-in-arms. They said they would support each other after they had children." The girl interrupted him. "Also, my name is Su Mulin, and I am seventeen years old."

My father's comrade-in-arms? Surname Su?

I think I vaguely remember it.

Fang Bie clicked his tongue: "I've heard about it, but that Uncle Su made a fortune in business, and our family lost contact with him a long time ago. Besides, my parents are already..."

"I know, and I deeply regret what happened to your parents." The girl bowed slightly.

"Ah, thank you." Fang Bie scratched his cheek and chuckled awkwardly, "But it's still not a good idea. How about we contact Uncle Su to send you back? After all, it's a bit inappropriate for someone so young to be living with a grown man like me."

"I'm sorry..." Su Mulin looked up, pursed her lips, "but... I really have nowhere else to go..."

Fang Bie: "..."

How can this be good?

Now that we've already let her in, it seems a bit much to kick her out.

And it was pouring rain outside.

It was already dark.

"Then we'll just have to keep going until you find somewhere to stay, okay? Or, when you've figured things out, just go home."

As a rich and beautiful young lady, she probably wouldn't be able to stay in such a cramped apartment for more than a few days.

"Thank you so much!" Su Mulin smiled for the first time.

Wow, it's actually quite good-looking.

This straightforward, dignified, handsome, and slightly aloof girl is exactly what Fang Bie is looking for.

And it's long, straight, black.

"Get some rest." Fang Bie pointed to the second bedroom. "You can stay in that room for now. I'll take you to buy some daily necessities this weekend. By the way, don't you have school?"

Seventeen years old, should be either a junior or senior in high school?

"Actually, I've already transferred to a nearby high school," Su Mulin replied. "However... I probably won't be able to go to school often."

"Oh, okay." Fang Bie didn't ask any more questions. "Then go to bed early tonight. There's a midnight snack here if you get hungry. Oh, and remember to lock your bedroom door when you go to sleep."

Fang Bie winked: "After all, I'm a healthy, grown man, just kidding~"

Su Mulin looked at him quietly.

Fang Bie: "..."

Tsk, are all kids these days so mature? It's really boring.

He stood up and waved, "I'm going to sleep now."

"Good night."

............

The next day, Fang Bie was awakened by the sound of a piano.

He rubbed his hair, stood up, and lit a cigarette: "Tsk, why is it so noisy?"

After listening for a while, he finally stubbed out his cigarette.

"Wow, there really is one more person..."

The idea of ​​suddenly having a beautiful girl appear out of nowhere and living under the same roof is something that all young men have probably dreamed of.

But in the end, it was just wishful thinking in a dream.

When I open my eyes in the morning, I'm still pulled back to the reality of 996.

But the thought of a beautiful 17-year-old girl with long, straight black hair waiting for me at home every night makes me more motivated at work.

After changing my clothes, I pushed open the door and went out. On the small coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room, there were already fried eggs, ham sausages, and hot milk.

Su Mulin took off her headphones and withdrew her hands from the electronic keyboard: "I'm sorry, I took things from the refrigerator without permission. This is a thank-you gift for you."

"Thank you." Fang Bie sat down and leisurely ate his breakfast. "It tastes good."

Although he doesn't usually eat breakfast, and he also has lactose intolerance, drinking too much milk makes him nauseous.

But it's not appropriate to refuse someone who did it out of kindness.

After all, Fang Bie is a 24-year-old working professional.

This girl, who was a rich and beautiful woman, could actually cook for herself, which made Fang Bie look at her with even more admiration.

But running away from home... well, he's still just a child.

"Rin, aren't you going to school today?"

"Xiao Lin..." Su Mulin pursed her lips, "I just finished the enrollment procedures, and classes will officially start next week."

After saying that, she frowned slightly, clearly troubled by something.

Fang Bie didn't seem to mind: "Then I'll go to work now, see you tonight."

See you tonight.

............

"They say 996 is a blessing for you, but you yourselves are still suffering from a stomach hemorrhage and hospitalization due to that blessing."

At nine o'clock in the evening, after complaining a bit about his boss, Fang Bie opened his front door.

"Dinner is ready." Su Mulin pointed to the dishes covered with lids on the table, then got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll heat up some millet porridge."

Ah... I'm starting to like this girl.

Fang Bie smiled as he changed his clothes and shoes, then sat down at the coffee table, watching Su Mulin busily bring over two bowls of millet porridge: "It feels really good to be able to eat a hot meal when I get home."

As for why you didn't help... I didn't even ask for rent, so isn't it reasonable for you to do some housework?

Neither of them spoke during the meal.

After dinner, Fang Bie finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room, where he saw Su Mulin sitting on the sofa with a furrowed brow, looking sullen.

"What's wrong?" Fang Bie sat down opposite her. "There's something you can tell me. Maybe I can help."

Su Mulin raised her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually... I have a dream."

"I dream that one day, valleys will rise up and mountains will descend; rough and winding roads will become smooth, and holy light will be revealed and shine upon the world."

"What is that?"

"A speech by a Black man."

It's just from another world.

Fang waved his hand: "Tell me about it."

Su Mulin pursed her lips, then took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed: "Actually... I have a dream, I want to enter the entertainment industry. But..."

But your dad doesn't agree... Fang Bie scoffed: "Isn't it good to be a rich second-generation heir who has everything done for him and doesn't know the hardships of life?"

Su Mulin suddenly became angry. Her chest heaved rapidly, and her voice even rose considerably: "That's not the life I want!"

But that's the life I've always dreamed of... Fang Bie couldn't resist and lit a cigarette.

"So what? You just became a runaway heiress?"

Su Mulin's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but wave away the smoke: "Smoking is harmful to your health."

"Yeah, so I was so scared that I quickly lit a cigarette to calm my nerves."

"..."

"And then?" Fang Bie flicked some ash into the ashtray. "What are you worrying about? Tell me so I can be happy too."

When faced with such a rich second-generation who doesn't appreciate his good fortune, Fang Bie gradually dropped his initial politeness.

Su Mulin's cheeks puffed out slightly. She turned her head and said softly, "The movie 'The Commoner God' is holding a nationwide competition for its theme song, which must be in the ancient style. I want to participate, but..."

She lowered her head and whispered, barely a whisper, "I can't write it..."

"The Divine Physician in Plain Clothes"? Movie theme song? Ancient style song?

Fang laughed: "I can."

Su Mulin raised her head, her eyes filled with strong doubt and the disdain of a professional for an outsider: "My piano compositions have won international gold medals and have even been included in textbooks at the Kyoto Conservatory of Music."

"Hmm~" Fang Bie nodded. "So?"

"I'm sorry, it's not that I discriminate against you," Su Mulin said, her brows furrowed. "But you're just an ordinary office worker, and I don't think you're more professional than me."

"Ha! So you're still a kid." Fang Bie took out paper and pen. "Let me tell you, when it comes to songwriting, I'm a professional."