How did I become famous?

The next day, Su Mulin finished dressing and planned to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Pushing open the door, Fang Bie sat down on the toilet with an air of authority.

Upon hearing this, Su Mulin revealed a mocking face: "Heh."

Then he escaped back to his bedroom at the speed of light.

Thump thump thump—

Her heart was pounding.

slam-la-

Hearing the sound of water being flushed outside, Su Mulin pounced over and locked the door from the inside, then fled back to bed at lightning speed, covering herself with the blanket and pretending to be an ostrich.

That guy...that guy!

Why don't you lock the toilet door when you go to the bathroom?!

Because that's their habit.

Who locks the bathroom door when they live alone?

Therefore, living together as a couple requires going through all sorts of adjustments and compromises.

Especially since these two people are a man and a woman.

Tap—tap—tap—

A knock came at the door, and Fang Bie's voice came through: "Xiao Lin, I'm going downstairs to buy food. Do you want your tofu pudding sweet or savory?"

Su Tuoniao did not answer.

What?! After going through such an embarrassing situation, how can he still be so calm and composed!

Despite being rebuffed at the door, Fang Bie still had that same smiling face.

She's only seventeen years old; she's still too inexperienced.

No matter if you're a rich second-generation heiress or a musical genius, you'll still suffer at my hands.

Fang left with a cheerful smile.

As soon as he stepped out of the building, Fang Bie realized something was wrong.

Why are there so many people in black suits wearing sunglasses?

Moreover, as soon as I came out, everyone turned their attention to me.

Sensing something was wrong, Fang turned to go back.

Unfortunately, the escape route was cut off.

A burly man, whose height is conservatively estimated to be over 1.9 meters, blocked the entrance to the building.

"Gentlemen, what can I do for you?" Fang Bie put his left hand into his pocket.

The 1.9-meter-tall, burly man spoke with an unwavering tone: "Our boss wants to see you."

"Friends in the underworld?" Fang Bie gestured with his left hand. "My friend is a policeman. I've already spoken to him on voice chat. I advise you not to do anything reckless."

"I bet a dollar that your voice connection isn't working."

Don't look back.

Accompanied by a "putt-putt-putt" sound, a scooter slowly drove over.

By the way, this little lamb is pink.

Of course, that wasn't Fang Bie's main focus; his gaze was now firmly drawn to the figure on the little sheep.

That was a man.

A man with a buzz cut, wearing sunglasses and a black leather coat.

Fang Bie stared in disbelief: "No way...!"

This man looked very familiar.

Almost a minute later, the scooter finally pulled up in front of Fang Bie.

After parking the car, the man in the car came over.

Fang swallowed hard: "Don't come any closer, I'm really going to call the police!"

"Intimidation is the lowest form of tactic; it's a sign of outward strength but inner weakness." The man took off his sunglasses. "Stop yelling and screaming. Take care of your poor lungs."

As Fang looked at that incredibly familiar face, a sense of magical reality washed over him.

"And you are...?"

"Yan Shuangying." The man in the leather jacket pointed to Fang's left hand, which was in his pocket. "How about it? Want to bet? Just one coin. I bet you don't have a phone in your pocket."

Fang Bie: "..."

That's Yan Shuangying for real!

Does that mean I'll have to see my own brain matter a second later?

"Master Yan, what advice do you have for me?"

"My boss wants to see you." Yan Shuangying pointed outside the residential compound. "Mr. Fang, please."

Fang Bie shrugged: "Lead the way."

In a society governed by the rule of law, what can he possibly do to himself?

"Those who understand the times are the heroes." Yan Shuangying, who was usually stern, broke into a smile.

He straddled the scooter, tossed his head, and said, "Get on."

"..."

Fang Bie obediently sat on the back of the scooter.

He also secretly touched Yan Shuangying's waist.

He felt much more at ease knowing there were no guns inside.

At least you won't see your own brain matter.

It took three minutes for the scooter to finally leave the residential area. After riding for another three minutes, it stopped next to a black Mercedes-Benz S600 a street away.

"Boss." Yan Shuangying, having parked the scooter, stood by the back door and bowed slightly.

"Come on up."

The car door opened.

Yan Shuangying glanced at Fang Bie, who then got into the back seat quite consciously.

As expected, a middle-aged man was already sitting next to him.

He was a somewhat thin, refined middle-aged man. He was very handsome, but the slight gray at his temples testified to his life experience.

"Xiao Fang, is it okay if I call you that?"

"No problem." Fang Bie touched the velvet on the car door. "I just don't know what you wanted to see me about, sir?"

"My name is Su Xun, you can call me Uncle Su. We met at the funeral before." Su Xun's eyes were smiling. "I am Su Mulin's father."

"So it's Uncle Su, my apologies for not recognizing you." Fang Bie turned to the side and shook hands with Su Xun.

"Uncle Su, are you here to take Su Mulin back?"

"On the contrary."

Su Xun turned his head to the side and looked Fang Bie up and down for a moment.

"I'm afraid she'll still be troubling you for some time to come."

Fang was surprised.

Do you really think I'm not a man?

This father is really carefree; he probably doesn't even have a biological child.

Although Fang Bie didn't speak, his expression told Su Xun what he was thinking.

Su Xun smiled and said, "I've been busy with business all these years, and as a result, my daughter has been led astray by her two older brothers."

"I wonder who those two are..." Fang Bie raised an eyebrow.

He had a bad feeling.

"Oh, it's all my fault for not introducing them." Su Xun suddenly realized, "Her eldest brother is Su Shi, who specializes in writing lyrics. Her second brother is Su Zhe, who writes film reviews."

Fang Bie: "..."

It really is the Su family, father and sons!

So Su Mulin is Su Xiaomei?

And... Su Xun became a businessman, Su Shi wrote lyrics, and Su Zhe was a film critic.

This world is a bit magical...

No wonder Su Mulin wanted to enter the entertainment industry; it turns out she comes from a family with a long history in the industry.

Shaking his head, Fang Bie decided that he would go back and learn more about this world.

But the current problems need to be solved.

"Uncle Su, are you really not going to take Su Mulin away?"

"I'm not taking it anymore. Young people don't know their place until they hit a wall." Su Xun patted Fang Bie's shoulder, quite forcefully. "You're Brother Fang's son, I trust your character. Little Fang, can I trust you?"

Fang Bie understood immediately: "Uncle, please give me your orders."

Seeing that Fang Bie was so cooperative, Su Xun's expression returned to its amiable state: "Fang, do me a favor."

"Please speak."

"Please help Xiao Lin with her dream."

"What are your requirements?"

"She wants to make a movie, so I'll go with her."

"Uncle Su, I don't know anything about making movies."

"Nonsense, if I understood, why would I be contacting you?"

"..."

Su Xun remained calm and composed: "Don't worry, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

He said meaningfully, "Her two older brothers are unwilling to inherit the family fortune. After I pass away, this vast fortune will have to be inherited, right? But Xiao Lin has no other income besides the few million she hid away. I feel very sorry for her..."

Fang didn't understand.

Although I don't know if his understanding is the same as Lao Su's understanding, he understands anyway.

As long as she produces a few bad movies and squanders all of Su Mulin's money, Su Mulin will be desperate and lose all hope in the entertainment industry, leaving her no choice but to go home and inherit her vast fortune.

After that, I can cling to this white and tender thigh and become a leg hair that just sits around doing nothing.

It's very sour, but...

Wonderful!

Su Xun grabbed Fang Bie's hand and slipped a bank card into it: "I didn't bring much with me this time, so take this as pocket money and buy some fruit. The PIN is six ones."

Fang Bie rubbed the bank card in his palm and held Su Xun's hand tightly: "Don't worry, Uncle Su."

"Remember," Su Xun patted his hand, "I've never been here before, and I've never seen you before."

Fang Bie's gaze was firm: "I understand, I understand."

Five minutes later, after watching the car drive away, Fang Bie turned to Yan Shuangying beside him and said, "Brother Yan, please take care of me from now on."

Su Xun had just given instructions that Yan Shuangying would live upstairs from Fang Bie's house, and he would secretly protect the safety of Fang Bie and his companion.

Pushing the fourteen-yuan Liqun cigarette back from Fang Bie's hand, Yan Shuangying took out a gold Nanjing Jiuzhizun cigarette and handed it to him.

Then the two lit cigarettes and began to puff away.

"It's alright, as long as you don't bully the young lady, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

"What if I bully him?"

"I'll let you see your own brains."

"..."

Fang Bie suddenly thought that if the world only had serious spy dramas, could he make a "Yan Shuangying" that tore apart Japanese soldiers with his bare hands?

I'm sure this kind of "miracle drama" will be met with a barrage of criticism.

Thinking of this, Fang Bie chuckled and asked, "Brother Yan, are you interested in making a film?"