Chapter 144: Drinking the Wedding Cup (Requesting Monthly Tickets and Appreciation)

The two of them walked out of the company and got into a business car.

The car headed toward Jianguo Road, which runs through Chaoyang District—the road we often see during military parades, leading straight to Tiananmen.

In the car, Fang Hong stared out the window at the bustling streets, looking bewildered: "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when we get there," Liu Tianxian adjusted her clothes and sat properly.

"If you don't tell me, I have no idea what's going on."

Fang Hong leaned forward, bracing his hand on the seat, wary: "You're not planning to take me to turn myself in, are you?"

"Yes, I'm going to hand you over to the Party and the people, so they can give you ideological education. Are you afraid?" Liu Tianxian feigned a threat.

"Afraid! So afraid!"

Fang Hong clasped his hands together in supplication: "Please, madam, spare this humble one's life! I swear I'll follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues and memorize the Male Moral Sutra."

"Male Moral Sutra?" Liu Tianxian burst into a loud "Eh eh eh" laugh, showing her gums, and slapped him: "You're always being ridiculous."

The atmosphere lightened, and the two of them laughed "hehe" repeatedly.

Fang Hong grew more serious: "Seriously, where are you taking me?"

"Charity Bazaar," Liu Tianxian said, looking at him.

"Why go there? I don't have money to donate—I'd just look foolish." Fang Hong spread his hands.

"You should participate in charity," Liu Tianxian didn't believe he was broke.

He'd earned billions—how could he possibly be broke!

"Look at me: no house, no car, no wife—I'm the one who needs charity." Fang Hong counted off on his fingers.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Just donate a hundred or two hundred thousand, leave your name," Liu Tianxian said kindly.

Fang Hong stared at her.

"Why are you staring at me? Am I wrong?" Liu Tianxian touched her face, as if expecting flowers to bloom there.

"Nothing. You're just too beautiful," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian kicked him: "Don't go spouting nonsense. Just go. Why so much talk?"

Really, he made billions but won't spare a few hundred thousand.

She didn't know Fang Hong was still in debt, with expenses everywhere.

Film, Best Special Effects, Rabbit Tickets, Bilibili—all were screaming for money; Rabbit Tickets dared not move—a single step would open a bottomless pit. He truly had no money.

Many things require vision to start, but above all, they need capital—constant investment.

Of course, at his level, a few hundred thousand or even a few million meant nothing.

He'd spent billions—why care about a little more? But Fang Hong didn't know if this charity was real or fake, genuine or hollow.

The car arrived at the Central Business District, and Liu Tianxian led Fang Hong to a hotel suite.

This was where she changed clothes.

Here, she would change and apply makeup, then go directly to Charity Bazaar.

But she didn't do her own makeup—she had a makeup team. Fang Hong waited outside while she changed and got ready.

When she emerged, her long hair fell in wavy curls over her shoulders, clad in a soft pink gown, bare-shouldered, her skin pale and luminous—so smooth you'd want to lick it.

She looked elegant and poised, radiating high-end beauty.

She looked fine unadorned, but now, dressed up, she was a fairy—Fang Hong's eyes locked on her.

Liu Tianxian lifted her dress hem and stepped before him, waving her hand in front of his face: "Stunned?"

"Not stunned. Too beautiful—I can't look away. Can I at least lick you twice?" Fang Hong flirted.

"Your face is covered in powder—afraid you'll get poisoned?" Liu Tianxian rolled her eyes.

"Not afraid. Even if I die, I'd still want to," Fang Hong wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Get off. You're never serious."

Liu Tianxian pushed him away, then asked: "Do you look at other women like this?"

"How could I look at other women? Are any of them as beautiful as you?" Fang Hong spoke with perfect seriousness.

"Really?"

Liu Tianxian thrust out her chest, adopting a defiant stance.

Fang Hong glanced downward—still impressive: "Nope. Not one."

"Nonsense!"

Liu Tianxian hit him—he'd forgotten everything. Back on the boat, he'd stared at other women right in front of her. But that was long ago.

She had her Assistant bring a black suit, sizing him up: "Wear this."

"This is for me?" Fang Hong was stunned.

"Yes, I bought it for you. Try it on," Liu Tianxian said.

"Feifei, you're so virtuous—I'm jealous of myself. How did I ever get lucky enough to pick you? My eyes must've been so sharp!" Fang Hong took it.

He examined and touched the fabric—it was luxurious, elegant, top-tier.

"Oh stop, don't say all that useless stuff. Go change quickly—we're running out of time," Liu Tianxian urged.

Always so much nonsense—complimenting her while slipping in a compliment for himself.

Fang Hong went to the changing room. When he returned, he was dressed in a sharp suit, his hair combed back into a mature style, glossy and handsome.

Men change clothes fast—in minutes, done.

Liu Tianxian nodded—he looked presentable. She grabbed his arm: "Let's go!"

They took a private passage back to the business car, heading to Yuehua Hotel—the main building of Yintai Centre.

Not far—arrived quickly.

Harper's Bazaar's red carpet starts early—at 4 p. m., before dark. This year's Charity Bazaar had major influence, inviting hundreds of stars, business elites, and cultural figures from across the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong, totaling over 400 people.

It basically covered all the well-known stars in the entertainment circle.

Of course, Liu Tianxian wasn't the most glamorous, nor the most powerful.

The most powerful and most glamorous were: Fan Xiaopang, Lin Zhiling, Li Bailian, and Guoji Zhang — each with their own distinct style.

Their level of glamour was completely unmatched by the newer generation of young actresses.

Fang Hong was the least noticeable here, you could say he was unknown.

The most noticeable were: Fang Long, Xiao Wang and Da Wang, Huang Jiaozhu, and others — all big names in the entertainment circle.

Oh, I should mention, Zhang Lan was here too — that's Da S's mother-in-law, the one who'd later tear things apart.

As for the officials and businesspeople, I won't mention them — Fang Hong figured real people wouldn't come to a place like this, but those who came here weren't necessarily real people either.

Compared to these entertainment circle people, Fang Hong felt he was already very respectable, and so was Liu Tianxian.

When Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian arrived, they saw Fang Long and Xiao Wang and Da Wang walking arm-in-arm across the red carpet, looking incredibly suave.

Fan Xiaopang had a neat short haircut and wore a emerald green halter dress that was stunning — though her chest was squeezed too deeply.

There were no hosts on the red carpet — you just walked past and reporters would interview you.

Of course, someone arranged the order; otherwise, if everyone rushed up one by one, they'd steal each other's shots and crowd together.

Each star had a scheduled time, and they all arrived precisely on time — otherwise, waiting would be too awkward.

Liu Tianxian had rented a suite nearby to change clothes, just to hit her timing perfectly.

When the two arrived, they waited for the people ahead to pass, then stepped directly onto the red carpet — and instantly, "pa-pa-pa," flashes of light exploded.

Fang Hong now felt slightly uncomfortable with the flashes — mainly because since his rebirth, he hadn't experienced this before.

He could only keep his hands in his pockets, maintaining his composure.

Liu Tianxian saw him putting his hands in his pockets and wanted to do the same — but after trying twice, she realized she had no pockets.

After the photos, came the Sina interview — this event was co-hosted by Sina! The host didn't appear on camera; only the two of them did, and a chair was arranged for them to sit.

"Welcome to Sina."

The host said that, then added: "May I ask, how many times have you both attended the Star Charity Night?"

"I've come four times. He's here for the first time." Liu Tianxian pointed to Fang Hong beside her.

"So you're an old friend of Harper's Bazaar?"

"I suppose so." Liu Tianxian smiled.

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Fang Hong sat beside her like an idiot, as if the host didn't recognize him.

Mainly because he had no popularity!

Too many pairs walked the red carpet together — they'd team up whenever a movie was releasing or they had a collaboration.

It was for exposure, to prepare for film propaganda.

Of course, you weren't allowed to promote your own movie here — it was their event, so you had to show some sense.

The interview didn't say much — just urged attention to child trafficking.

Liu Tianxian had very high emotional intelligence — she spoke clearly and logically, and when she couldn't answer, she paused to organize her words before replying.

After the interview came the on-site artistic photos.

Fang Hong didn't take photos — he just watched Liu Tianxian, under the blow of a fan, sway in a long dress, her long hair dancing, exuding a cold, elegant aura.

She was at the peak of her beauty now, and with her calm, composed posture before the camera, she was a true beauty.

After that came the banquet hall — the Charity Bazaar venue.

Round tables were filled with various stars and celebrities; some socialites moved between tables, chatting and building connections.

Looking around, some actresses sat on big bosses' laps, smacking their greasy faces; some men and women kissed mouth-to-mouth, oblivious to everyone else; some drank from linked cups — the scene was decadent, unbearable to look at.

The auction hadn't started yet, so no one was filming — no one worried about leaks, so they could play freely.

"This is how these events are."

Liu Tianxian assumed Fang Hong had never seen anything like this.

Fang Hong tilted his head and whispered: "I'll ask you — when you see scenes like this all the time, what's your mindset?"

"No mindset — I'm used to it!" Liu Tianxian remained calm.

It seemed this girl had seen a lot — a typical girl just entering this circle would definitely be uncomfortable.

"Yifei."

Su Mang called out, walking over and looking at Fang Hong: "Who's this?"

"Oh, Chairman of Yutu Film Industry," Liu Tianxian introduced.

Hearing this, Su Mang immediately realized, put on a smiling face, and extended his hand: "Hello hello!"

Fang Hong shook his hand and nodded slightly — a greeting.

"Come, I'll find you a seat." Su Mang led them to a large round table in the front second row.

There were Deng Chao, Tong Dawei, Jing Tian, and other stars.

"Hello!"

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Liu Tianxian greeted everyone present.

The others also exchanged greetings — no matter how they felt, they maintained a facade of harmony.

Jing Tian stared at Fang Hong, feeling he looked familiar — she'd seen him somewhere in real life, not in a movie.

She just couldn't remember where! (End of chapter)