Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

In terms of verbal communication, Wang Fei, Gao Yuanyuan, Fan Bingbing, and Cheng Hong couldn't compare to the woman in front of him. There's a reason why betel nut beauties can come from Taiwan.

"Since you don't want to play around with short-term gains, I'll take care of you."

Alyssa Chia was very touched: "Mmm...uh..."

"What is given to you is yours; what is not given to you, you cannot take."

Jia Jingwen looked up, her face full of resentment and grievance: "Brother Che..."

Yang Che's gaze was icy: "Did I give you permission to speak?"

Knowing she was wrong, Jia Jingwen lowered her head and covered her mouth.

"I can't think about you all the time, so you can ask me for help. For example, if you want a certain role and the production team is short of investment, you can contact me. If you don't understand, you can talk to your agent, she will understand."

"I understand... um..."

Yang Che looked down at him with disdain: "Alright, stop pretending. You should be grateful that I'm telling you all this."

Jia Jingwen remained resentful, sitting down on the ground and hugging her knees: "I know. I know you're saying these things because you want a long-term relationship with me, I know you don't want me to interfere with your normal life now, but Che-ge, I really like you, I'm really captivated by you."

Yang Che believed it; there were plenty of women online who fantasized about him every day, and after his speech at Beijing Normal University today, there would probably be even more. It would have been better if she hadn't said those two "really."

"I know, come here."

Sitting on the carpet, Jia Jingwen crawled up to Yang Che's lap, looking docile, obedient, and aggrieved.

Yang Che bent down, picked her up, took a few steps, and then threw her onto the bed.

"Where are the condoms? Did you buy them?"

"I bought it."

Jia Jingwen, feeling dizzy, pulled a string of things out from under her pillow.

Having experience makes things easier.

"what!"

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Would you like to wear it?"

"Wait a minute."

"......."

Jia Jingwen was speechless for a long time before she came to her senses. Her voice was soft and tearful, and her body trembled as she said, "Baby, you are so amazing. It feels so good to hold you."

This woman is fucking amazing!

Sixty-three minutes later.

Yang Che closed his eyes, feeling the warmth from his waist and lower abdomen gradually spread to his limbs and bones, which felt very comfortable. This feeling was probably average among all the women he had ever been with.

Jia Jingwen also closed her eyes, muttering meaningless murmurs. Her arms and legs clung to him like a sloth. She liked it very much. It was comfortable, of course, but he gave her a sense of security she had never experienced before, which surprised, delighted, and made her crave it.

"Alright, I have to go."

"baby..."

Yang Che, who was already dressed, patted her head and said, "You've given me a great experience. I've been coming to the set these past few days."

Jia Jingwen still pouted, looking aggrieved, like a kitten that had been abandoned.

Yang Che smiled and lightly flicked her forehead before turning and leaving.

Hearing the door close, Alyssa Chia lay down on the bed, her expression gradually calming down, as if she were slowly returning to reality.

Her earlier grievances weren't fake, but they weren't entirely genuine either.

Suddenly she started rolling around on the bed.

"Yay! I made money! I made money!"

After being excited for a while, she got out of bed to wash up with a smile on her lips. But how could she be satisfied with just that? The goal she and Sister Amy had discussed was to replace Wang Fei, although they didn't have any specific plans yet.

Whatever plan you need, just keep working towards your goal. For women, some abilities are innate.

For example, right now in the Jialin Garden villa, a girl is sitting on the ground clapping her hands and singing "A Girl's Prayer" with a childlike expression, and a boy named Tongtong is singing along with her.

Yang Che, who had just entered, thought she was very cute. He was a little envious of Tongtong. In this world, only she could be treated like this by Wang Fei.

Wang Fei turned to look at him, burst out laughing, and then laughed so hard that he almost fell over, which made Tongtong, who was initially shocked, laugh as well.

"Hey, Sister Tong, long time no see, you've become even more beautiful."

Tongtong's smile vanished, and she pointed at him, saying, "Mommy, you're a jerk."

Yang Che's face turned green as he listened to the childish Cantonese.

Wang Fei laughed even harder, lay down on the ground and started crowing, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh no, I can't take it anymore!"

Wang Xiufang was also smiling in the distance.

Yang Che couldn't laugh. He turned around, grabbed a gray baseball cap from Wang Fei, put it on, and then sat cross-legged next to Tongtong.

Tongtong wasn't shy at all; she stared straight at him, then suddenly became shy, clearly recognizing him.

"Sister Tong, I think you need to apologize to me because you called me a loser."

Tongtong was hesitant, but still said, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

"You're welcome. I also want to apologize for startling you."

"I wasn't scared."

"All right."

"Uncle, why are you cutting your hair?"

"Your mom didn't like me having long hair, so I cut it off."

Wang Fei rolled her eyes, rubbing her temples which were throbbing from laughing, but she didn't say anything, not wanting to disturb this harmonious scene.

Tongtong suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. My mom likes me to have long hair, but I don't."

"..."

The two started chatting.

Yang Che wasn't trying to make Wang Fei happy; there was no need. He quite enjoyed chatting with the child and found it relaxing. Of course, patience was required to do this; otherwise, it would only backfire.

Wang Fei would hum "I Want to Find You" every now and then throughout the night, in her own style, and it sounded very nice.

Otherwise, Yang Che would have covered her mouth long ago.

After Tongtong fell asleep that night, Wang Fei went into the room and saw her boyfriend lying on the headboard reading a script, occasionally gesturing with a pen. She didn't say anything and went to take a shower by herself.

Looking at my face in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the fine lines at the corners of my eyes had indeed disappeared.

When she returned to Hong Kong this week, her friends all said her skin looked much better, incredibly moisturized. Naturally, they started making suggestive jokes about her and Yang Che, which made her quite angry. Even the best of friends shouldn't talk about these things.

Of course, she knew that she had a direct relationship with her boyfriend, but she was a woman who had given birth. She knew it was useful, but it wasn't that mysterious. She probably felt younger after being with him, which then affected her skin and body.

In any case, this is a good thing.

Then she unconsciously started humming "I Want to Find You" again, while wiggling her hips.

After leaving the bathroom in his pajamas, Yang Che put down the script and said in a low voice, "Sing 'When Will You Return?'"

Wang Fei's smile froze on his face: "Pah!"

Yang Che grinned and opened his arms: "Come give me a hug."

Wang Fei gave him a reproachful look, then plopped down in front of him, kicked off her slippers, squeezed into him, and got onto the bed.