Chapter 291: New Year

Inside the private room, the lights were hazy, laughter mingled with music, and an air of decadent luxury hung in the atmosphere.

The moment Dai Peini's hand touched Xiang Fei, he was gently pushed away.

"Sorry, everyone." Xiang Fei stood up, straightened his collar, and wore an apologetic smile. "Ah Min sent me a message rushing me, I have to head out first."

"Huh? This early?" Zeng Zhiwei lifted his head drunkenly, a whip still in his hand, with Huang Shengyi still kneeling at his feet.

Cheng Long had Ajiao on his arm and teased with a laugh: "Ah Fei, you're becoming more and more of a family man now."

Xiang Fei spread his hands helplessly: "Can't be helped, the one at home keeps a tight rein."

Everyone burst into laughter. Hong Jinbao patted his shoulder: "Alright, alright, let's get together next time!"

Xiang Fei nodded, his gaze sweeping over the people in the room — Zheng Zhongji and Cai Zhuoyan, Cai Yilin had already returned and were lounging on the sofa flirting; Liang Jingru was still giving Lin Zhengying a massage; Chen Qiaoqiao and Yuan Biao had somehow drawn even closer at some point; Chen Jiahua and Hong Jinbao had picked up their "performance" again, their behavior growing bolder and bolder.

He pulled his gaze back and turned to leave.

Bai Long had long been waiting outside the door. Seeing him come out, he immediately handed over a coat: "Fei-ge, the car's ready."

Xiang Fei gave an "mm" and strode toward the elevator.

A black Mercedes slowly pulled away from the KTV, neon lights streaming across the car windows.

Xiang Fei leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, resting.

Bai Long glanced at him through the rearview mirror and asked quietly: "Fei-ge, straight home?"

"Mm." Xiang Fei replied flatly, then spoke again, "How's the filming of Ip Man going?"

Bai Long answered immediately: "Zhao Wenzhuo's portrayal of Ip Man has been very successful — the fight scenes are crisp and clean, and his temperament fits well too. Liu Yifei's portrayal of Zhang Yongcheng has also gotten good response; the crew's feedback is that her performance has real depth."

Xiang Fei nodded: "Is the promotional plan ready?"

"It's already arranged. The premiere is set for next month, and the media press releases and trailer are all moving forward on schedule."

Xiang Fei opened his eyes, looked at the city nightscape flashing past outside the window, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "Very good."

The Shallow Water Bay villa was ablaze with lights.

Xiang Fei pushed open the door. Zhou Huimin, her big belly protruding, was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing him back, she looked up and smiled: "You're back?"

"Mm." Xiang Fei walked over, sat down beside her, and casually draped an arm around her shoulders. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you." Zhou Huimin leaned against his shoulder and said softly, "How was the gathering?"

"Same old." Xiang Fei smiled. "A bunch of people drinking themselves silly, nothing to it."

Ah Min pinched his arm: "Then you should go less often from now on."

Xiang Fei lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "As you say."

Time flew like an arrow, days and months whirled like a shuttle.

With Spring Festival approaching, Fei Min Entertainment, under Cai Wen's helm, sailed forward steadily like a great ship.

After Ip Man hit theaters, the box office exploded. Zhao Wenzhuo's hard-hitting martial arts style won thunderous applause, and Liu Yifei's gentle, graceful image also won people's hearts. Riding the momentum, Fei Min rolled out heavyweight projects one after another — Huaxia Sports, Zhen, and others — all of which drew enthusiastic market response.

On the eve of Spring Festival, CCTV sent an invitation, hoping Xiang Fei would attend the Spring Festival Gala.

"Fei-ge, should we take part?" Bai Long asked, holding the invitation.

Xiang Fei shook his head: "Turn it down. This year I'm spending New Year with family again."

Zhou Huimin, listening from the side, lit up: "Really?"

Xiang Fei smiled and pinched her cheek: "Of course. This year I'm not going anywhere — just staying with you and Yangyang."

On New Year's Eve, Xiang Fei and Zhou Huimin did not go to the Xiang family old residence for New Year.

Xiang Fei and Ah Min sat at the dining table, with Yangyang frolicking and playing nearby.

The Spring Festival Gala played on the TV, laughter and cheers coming through the screen.

Zhou Huimin picked up a piece of fish and placed it in Xiang Fei's bowl: "Try it, I cooked it myself."

Xiang Fei took a bite and nodded in praise: "Not bad, you've improved."

Ah Min smiled proudly: "Of course, I secretly practiced for ages."

Outside the window, fireworks bloomed, lighting up the night sky.

Xiang Fei looked at his wife and Yangyang beside him, and suddenly felt that all this was worth more than any fame or fortune.