Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

"Click—"

As the theater lights came on, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

As the encore roadshow began, Ye Chong released someone's hand, stood up, straightened his white shirt, and led the main cast onto the stage with a wave of his hand.

He first had the producer say some polite words, and then he picked up the microphone himself.

He turned to look at Yifei and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yifei is so hardworking. Even though she fell several times in the dead of winter in December, she still professionally completed all the filming. And that was on a freezing northern road! She really... I'm so moved!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Yifei's face instantly turned red.

Fans thought she was just shy because of the compliment, but actually Ye Chong was teasing her again, his mischievous eyes glancing at her little hands multiple times.

On stage, another ten minutes of boasting ensued before the host moved on to the next segment.

"Next, it's time for the Q&A session with fans. Director Ye, please draw a number!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Amid applause, Ye Chong approached the host and reached into a staff box to pull out a slip of paper.

The host took the slip of paper, glanced at it, and then turned to face the audience: "Row 6, number 10—seat 3!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

A loud scream rang out, and a delicate-looking tank suddenly stood up in the sixth row. She raised her foot and charged forward, and the movie fans along the way hurriedly dodged to the sides.

When she arrived at the front of the stage, the host felt a gust of wind sweep past, and the microphone was gone from his hand the next moment.

"Ahhh! Ye Chong, I love you, I love you!"

As soon as she got the microphone, the young woman started jumping and screaming. The reporters on either side of her swallowed hard, as if they could feel the ground shaking.

Ye Chong's eyelids were drooping wildly, but he still politely picked up the microphone. "Thank you. Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

"Can I like you?"

"Your feelings are your decision, but mine..." Ye Chong glanced at someone almost imperceptibly. "I can't decide anymore."

"So, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ye Chong glanced at the fan's arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, and slowly shook his head: "It's unspeakable."

"Well..." The young lady in the audience hadn't given up yet; if one plan didn't work, she'd come up with another.

"Which do you prefer, a 1.6-meter-tall girl or a 2.4-meter-tall girl?"

"Click click click—"

Inside the theater, camera shutters clicked incessantly. The reporters were practically begging this woman to die; she just kept asking about the most juicy things!

Unlike the reporter's excitement, Ye Chong's hand holding the microphone was trembling slightly!

It can't be what I'm thinking, right?

This fan seems quite naive...

No, I'd rather die than see my fellow Daoist die!

After thinking for a moment, Ye Chong picked up the microphone and asked the female fan, "You said you like me?"

The female fan frowned, and although she was puzzled, she nodded firmly: "I really like you."

"Really?" Ye Chong pointed at Chen Bolin: "Then you don't like the most handsome guy in our crew?"

"I like it!"

The female fan's eyes lit up. She raised her hand, spreading her fingers to make a fist: "I want both you and Chen Bolin!"

"Hahaha……"

"Giggle giggle..."

The reporters and Yifei at the scene both laughed; they suddenly felt that this female fan was quite cute!

Ye Chong stared at the cracking fist and swallowed hard. "Then why don't you ask him? Don't you like him?"

"No, not at all!" The female fan smiled sweetly at Chen Bolin, "I really like you, Linlin!"

Chen Bolin shivered: "Thank you for your appreciation."

The female fan got excited again. She moved over to Chen Bolin's seat, looked up at him, and asked, "Linlin, do you prefer a 1.6-meter-tall girl or a 2.4-meter-tall girl?"

Chen Bolin paused for a moment, then instinctively chose the answer: "1.6 meters tall, because..."

"That's me!"

"Huh?" The female fan's answer triggered another burst of camera shutter clicks.

"So, do you prefer a girl who weighs 90kg or a girl who weighs 200kg?"

90kg.

"That's me!"

"Whoosh—"

On stage, Yi Fei looked at the scene before her, then glanced at Ye Chong huddled in the corner. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and got up to go to his side.

"You sensed something was off from the very first sentence?"

Ye Chong looked at her with a half-smile: "What are you talking about? Celebrities and fans, how sweet!"

"Hmph—" Yifei crossed her arms, raised her chin, and hummed at him, her expression seemingly saying: I see through you, don't try to deny it.

Ye Chong was charmed by her and suddenly remembered the time he went to CCTV-6 for a promotional event.

He slowly lowered his head and whispered in Yifei's ear, "If you keep whimpering, I'll make sure you can't open your mouth and experience what it feels like to hold your breath for more than a minute!"

"You!" Yifei puffed out her cheeks and glared at him fiercely.

This scoundrel is really going too far!

Although the two of them had already secretly confirmed something, ... well, it wasn't confirmed yet!

While the two were whispering and chatting intimately, their interactions on the other side didn't stop either.

As they chatted, Ye Chong suddenly shook his head, remembering something important: "By the way, could you do me a favor? I'll pay you!"

(Female fan: Do you prefer a girl who eats ten meals a day, or a girl who eats thirty?)

"What's wrong?" Yifei looked him up and down, her eyes full of suspicion. "You're acting all mysterious!"

(Chen Bolin scratched his head: Ten meals? No, does anyone really eat ten meals...?)

(Female fan: That's me!)

"Pretending to be my girlfriend."

"What?" Yifei's eyes widened, a blush crept up her ears, and her voice unconsciously softened: "What, what do you want to do! I, I can't."

(Female fan: If you were asked to go somewhere with a girl right now, would you choose a love hotel or hell?)

"Just pretending, nothing more!" Ye Chong pondered for five seconds, then raised an eyebrow at her: "If you agree to my request, I'll give you the lead role in my next drama."

"Hmph—as if nobody cares." Yifei paused, tilting her head suspiciously to glare at him: "Are you having another one of your 'sexual favoritism' tendencies?"

On the other side, upon hearing that the other option was hell, Chen Bolin replied instinctively without hesitation, "Of course, a love hotel!"

next moment……

"Whoosh—"

Holy crap!

"Click click click..."

A female fan suddenly pulled him off the stage, grabbed him, and ran away!

……

Because it was too noisy behind him, Ye Chong simply turned his back and stood in front of Yi Fei to continue talking about love... business!

"So, are you going to agree or not? It's just a phone call to appease the old folks."

(Help! Director Yip!)

Yifei looked a little conflicted.

She was so confused; she felt that her feelings for Ye Chong were real.

But the girl's reserve prevented her from admitting the truth. What she longed for was a slow and steady romance, not a relationship that started with a sudden burst of passion.

Even if I agree to his request this time, I can't give him any favors. I've given him too many favors these past few days!

"Well..." Yi Fei's dark eyes rolled to the ceiling, then she turned her head and gave Ye Chong a charming profile.

"Then you have to promise me that it's just a verbal promise to be your girlfriend, and you can't take it seriously or do anything inappropriate!"

(Yifei, help me!)

Ye Chong chuckled inwardly and agreed on the spot.

"I promise you, I'll only talk, there won't be any other inappropriate behavior!"

Yifei glanced at him sideways, but seeing the rascal looking at her with a sly smile, she immediately looked away.

"snort--"

(Help me, help me—)