EBE Want to read Chapter 435?
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Not wanting to cause trouble for Yu Tian, and not wanting the two of them to worry, Wen Yang finally agreed to Fang Li's suggestion and went back to the villa on the hillside with her.
That evening, after the banquet hosted by Xingli Film and Television, Yu Tian drove the two of them home.
"Although this isn't my first time here, I still can't help but want to complain every time I come here: money feels so damn good!"
Wen Yang leaned against the car window, looking at the manor that took several minutes to drive from the gate to her doorstep, her eyes sparkling with envy.
"No wonder you feel lonely when President Han isn't around. This place is so big, I'd be terrified to live here by myself."
The three of them went home and had their most relaxing dinner yet.
With Wen Yang around, there's no need to worry about a gloomy atmosphere.
Even Yu Tian, who usually eats very quickly and always puts down his chopsticks early, ate a little slower today and even ate half a bowl more rice.
After dinner, Yu Tian returned to his small building.
Fang Li asked Aunt Rong to prepare some fruit and side dishes, and then went to the media room with Wen Yang.
"I haven't felt this way in a long time."
The home theater was dimly lit. A small table was placed between the two people, with several side dishes, fruits, and a few bottles of wine on it.
The two bumped into each other and chatted while watching the movie.
"The filming period for 'The Path of the Divine Emperor' is about three months. Once we have found a good production team for the short drama, the first batch will be released soon."
Wen Yang suddenly leaned closer to Fang Li and said, "Li Zi, I heard that Xingyao and Yu's movie is already halfway through. When are you planning to sue them?"
"So fast?"
"With the Yu family providing financial support and Xingyao's production team, this movie should have been quite a watch if nothing unexpected happened. What a pity."
Of all people to copy, they had to copy Pear's work.
Wen Yang could imagine how those people would react when the film "Brilliant Star" was about to wrap up but was then sued for plagiarism.
A movie, and I was just slightly tipsy.
After all, they had to go to work tomorrow, and it wouldn't be good to be late on Hoshino's first day. After the movie ended, the two went back to their respective rooms.
Xu Fangli quickly washed up, went to bed, buried her face in the pillow, and took a deep breath.
The scent of Hanxi is faint, with a subtle pine fragrance lingering in the fabric fibers.
Fang Li thought that since they had been together for so long, she wouldn't feel anything if they were separated for a few days. However, after only eighteen hours apart, she was already counting down the minutes for his return.
She didn't pay any attention to the movie she watched with Wen Yang in the media room tonight, but she did drink quite a bit of beer.
At this moment, the alcohol is gently pulsating in my blood vessels, giving my temples a comfortable numbness.
The digital clock on the bedside table shows 23:17, which should also be the time in Singapore.
Has Han Xi's meeting ended?
Has he checked into a hotel?
Do you... miss her?
Fang Li rolled over and grabbed her phone.
Her finger hovered over Han Xi's number for a few seconds, and just as she was about to press the button, the screen suddenly switched to a video call invitation—from "President Han".
Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers pressed the answer button faster than her brain could process it.
"Still not asleep?"
Han Xi's face appeared on the screen, with the floor-to-ceiling windows of a hotel suite in the background, and the Singapore night view shimmering behind him.
Fang Li held her phone, her eyes misty and slightly hazy: "I just finished watching a movie with Wen Yang."
She tried to make her voice sound less excited, "Your meeting is over?"
Han Xi loosened his tie, a casual gesture that made Fang Li's throat tighten.
He looked tired but stunningly handsome, with the sharpness of business negotiations still lingering in his brows, yet his gaze towards her was as soft as the sea under the moonlight.
"It didn't end until nine o'clock."
He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. "Just got back to the hotel after dinner."
He raised an eyebrow. "Have you missed me?"
Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she buried her burning face in the blanket: "You've only been gone for a day, how could you...?"
She herself didn't realize that her tone carried a coquettish undertone.
Han Xi chuckled softly, the camera shook slightly, and he lay down on the bed.
From this angle, Fang Li could see his open collar and a small patch of his chest, his collarbone rising and falling with his breathing.
"I miss you."
Fang Li remained silent.
He stared at her and suddenly asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Fang Li touched her burning cheeks: "A little bit... I drank it with Wen Yang."
"I'll go with you next time."
Han Xi's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "What kind of wine did you drink?"
"A few bottles of beer..."
Fang Li quietly admitted, "I controlled the amount; I didn't drink too much."
Han Xi's voice turned serious, carrying a familiar warning signal: "Hold your phone further away, I want to see you."
Fang Li paused slightly, then bit her lip and moved her phone away so that he could see her lying in bed in her pajamas.
The neckline of the dress was too large, revealing one shoulder and collarbone.
Han Xi's breath hitched for a second: "Deliberate?"
"What?"
In the video, Han Xi's gaze shifted to the side and landed on her bare shoulder.
Fang Li belatedly realized what was happening and quickly pulled up her collar, a playful glint in her eyes. "President Han even criticized me. Could it be that you did it on purpose too?"
"Um?"
Han Xi raised an eyebrow, his gaze following hers to his slightly open collar. His eyes darkened, and he deliberately tugged at his collar again. "Want to see?"
He suddenly started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, saying, "I'm not stingy like Mrs. Han; you can look all you want."
This unexpected answer sent a shiver down Fang Li's spine.
She remembered how passionate they had been last night, right on this bed, and her cheeks flushed.
The smell of alcohol surged in my head, and it felt like some emotions were out of my control.
"Who wants to see this?"
She suddenly spoke, her voice softer than expected.
Han Xi smiled, but stopped unbuttoning his clothes. Even so, most of his firm chest was already exposed.
Fang Li avoided eye contact but couldn't help stealing glances.
Han Xi found it quite amusing. Then he flipped the camera and pointed it at the head of the hotel bed, where there was a photo of the two of them taken at the market the day before.
Fang Li was wearing a woolen trench coat, and Han Xi held her in his arms. One of them looked surprised, while the other looked amused.
"Shouldn't Mrs. Han give me some praise?"
Han Xi turned the camera back, "Right across from the bed."
Fang Li chuckled, but as she laughed, her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.
She curled up under the covers, only her eyes showing: "Han Xi..."
"Um?"
"When will you come back?"
Han Xi's gaze softened: "Originally scheduled for three days."
He paused, then added, "But if the negotiations go smoothly tomorrow, we might be able to compress it to two days."
He didn't say how long it would be delayed if things didn't go smoothly, and he didn't want her to worry about anything that was uncertain.
Fang Li felt a little relieved, but then she realized that two days seemed like a long time.
She buried her face in the pillow and mumbled, "No rush... work is important."
Nothing is more important than you.
He said, word by word, "Never."