Chapter 57: Female Friend

"Han, Miss Han, are you saying you want to be Xian Ge's girlfriend??"

Liu Dongxu felt a massive blow, his face filled with disbelief as he asked.

"Mm, do you think I'm suitable for Xian Ge?"

Han Ziwei knew this man was likely Zhang Xian's friend, so she smiled and nodded.

"Uh, suitable." This book is first published on TianTian Kan Xiao Shuo, ultra-smooth, tttks. tw let you read, offering you error-free, non-misordered chapters.

"Very suitable."

What could Liu Dongxu say? The one asking was Han Ziwei—though her popularity was slightly less than Chu Yourong's, she was undeniably a top-tier celebrity, with flawless looks and figure, far beyond ordinary girls.

"Xian Ge, what do you say?"

Han Ziwei turned again to Zhang Xian.

"Weiwei, you and Yourong are best friends—this isn't appropriate."

"Besides, I haven't recovered from the pain of my breakup—I don't want to start a new relationship."

Zhang Xian shook his head in refusal.

As the saying goes, "Rabbits don't eat the grass around their burrows." Currently, Xianyu Music has two artists besides his father.

Chu Yourong was his "ex-girlfriend."

If Han Ziwei became his current girlfriend, what would that make of things?

And besides, Zhang Xian had only just regained his single status in name—he couldn't re-lock himself the moment he was freed!

Times are not what they used to be.

Zhang Xian had money; now that he had money, he must enjoy the life of the rich.

First, his mindset must change: rich men usually have many women, but no girlfriends!

Because once you have a fixed girlfriend, seeing other women becomes cheating—and morally condemned.

But if you have no girlfriend, there's no cheating.

We're all good friends—what cheating? Doesn't exist.

Han Ziwei hadn't expected Zhang Xian to reject her; she instinctively frowned: "Xian Ge, can we talk alone?"

"Uh, I've got something to do—I'm heading home!"

Before Zhang Xian could speak, Liu Dongxu, ever astute, gave them space—he waved to Han Ziwei and dashed off.

Zhang Xian sighed helplessly; he really didn't want to talk alone with Han Ziwei—there was nothing to discuss.

"Xian Ge, I actually know about you and Yourong—and it was my idea."

After Liu Dongxu left, Han Ziwei spoke directly.

"Your idea?"

Zhang Xian looked at Han Ziwei in surprise; Chu Yourong had never mentioned this to him.

"Mm, at the time, Yourong and I were at a coffee shop across the river. I saw you go fishing every day—even when you caught nothing, you never missed a day, so..."

"Wait, correct me:"

"I now catch twenty to thirty fish every day!"

Who's calling him air force? The Divine Angler Xian couldn't tolerate such an insult.

Han Ziwei didn't get Zhang Xian's point; she continued: "I can pay too—just like Yourong did."

"Then after dating for a while, we break up—and when you get inspiration, you write songs!"

"Uh..."

Zhang Xian finally understood: Han Ziwei didn't truly want to date him—she wanted songs.

"Weiwei, inspiration doesn't automatically come just because you break up."

"Besides, though my relationship with Yourong was fake, we spent so much time together—we developed feelings—so the breakup caused emotional loss, which sparked inspiration..."

As a Beijing native, Zhang Xian was naturally gifted at bluffing; lies came easily to him—he spun a reason on the spot.

"What if I pay double?"

Han Ziwei's strategy was to use money to break through—she was determined to win Zhang Xian over.

"Weiwei, this isn't about money."

Zhang Xian firmly waved his hand.

Times were different now. When Zhang Xian made his agreement with Chu Yourong, he had no money and couldn't refuse the temptation of a million.

But in the past few days, Zhang Xian woke up every morning to six or seven million entering his account—how could he care about Han Ziwei's paltry sum?

Money is a man's courage—and his backbone!

This was absolutely correct!

"Xian Ge, is it that you don't find me attractive?"

Seeing money failed, Han Ziwei couldn't hide her disappointment.

"No no no."

Zhang Xian waved his hands rapidly, then said seriously: "Weiwei, you're so beautiful—any man would like you."

"But my situation is special—I just broke up, and I really don't want to start another relationship, even a fake one."

Seeing Zhang Xian truly had no intention of dating her, Han Ziwei sighed softly: "I'm just not good enough."

"Weiwei, don't say that!"

Zhang Xian hadn't expected Han Ziwei to say something so cloyingly dramatic—it showed him another side of her.

"Ahem, here's the thing."

"You can't be my girlfriend—but you can be my female friend!"

Zhang Xian ventured tentatively.

"Female friend?"

Han Ziwei looked at Zhang Xian with suspicion: "Aren't I one now?"

She was a woman, and she was friends with Zhang Xian—of course she was a female friend.

"Uh, not anymore, not now."

Zhang Xian shook his head: "Weiwei, think it through yourself. Come find me when you understand."

With that, Zhang Xian turned to leave.

This was his first time trying to be a jerk, and he felt a little nervous, afraid Han Ziwei might snap and slap him.

"Big Brother Xian, don't go!"

"Explain to me—what exactly is a 'female friend'?"

Han Ziwei grabbed Zhang Xian's arm, blinked her big eyes, her gaze filled with thirst for knowledge.

"It's like this—you need to learn how to punctuate."

Since he'd already said it, Zhang Xian decided to go all in.

"Punctuate?"

Han Ziwei silently broke down the four characters of 'female friend' in her mind.

Moments later, her small face flushed bright red.

"Big Brother Xian, you..."

She glared at Zhang Xian, both embarrassed and furious—she never imagined this brilliant creator would make such a lewd suggestion. What was the difference between him and that executive at Rongshu Entertainment who tried to pressure Chu Yourong into sleeping with him?

"Here's the thing: scientific studies show inspiration is closely tied to dopamine. Sufficient dopamine stimulates bursts of inspiration, and the best way to release dopamine is..."

"Mm, you get it!"

"All for art!"

Zhang Xian tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky and sighed.

Han Ziwei furrowed her delicate brows, pondered Zhang Xian's words, then glanced at the man gazing wistfully at the fiery clouds on the horizon, and asked softly: "So... you wrote two songs for Yourong because you two already... did that?"

"I can't talk about other people's private matters!"

Zhang Xian waved his hand, giving an ambiguous answer.

"Then... I'll think about it."

Han Ziwei couldn't decide right away—she had never experienced anything like that before.

"Mm, take your time."

Zhang Xian's expression turned serious: "Even if it's for art, you must consider your own circumstances."