Chapter 204: The Spendthrift

The matter between Jade Rabbit and Tangren was temporarily settled; as for whether there would still be grievances in the future, that was a matter for later.

At this stage, Fang Hong couldn't kill Tangren off just yet; if you push someone to the wall, they'll unleash their hidden potential — how does that saying go?

A centipede dies but never quite stiffens.

Besides, Tangren hasn't yet reached the point of being a setting sun on the horizon.

In any case, it was to teach Tangren a lesson, to make them behave; if they don't have the strength, they shouldn't keep jumping out and slapping people in the face.

Cai Yirong could be said to have lost a lot of face this time — failing to scheme against others and instead getting schemed against himself; once this spread around the circle, he had no face left, becoming a laughingstock.

Fortunately, he had beloved generals like Hu Ge and Liu Sisi to comfort her, while Guli Nazha, who had just signed on, didn't even dare speak.

Although Cai Yirong was unwilling, he still held back; whatever it was, he'd finish filming "Heavenly Mark" first.

As for Jiang Jinfu, he would definitely be ruined, driven to death or crippled.

It could be said that although Fang Hong had changed some things, he hadn't completely altered the course of history.

"Heavenly Mark" would still air, Jiang Jinfu would still be schemed against by Tangren, and Guli Nazha would still attract attention and debut through this drama.

At night, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian took a car to Shanghai, then flew from Shanghai to Rennes, France.

This was France's second-largest city, where Ubisoft was located.

In the first-class cabin of the plane, Fang Hong lay on the sofa seat, looked at the pitch-black sky outside the window, then looked at Liu Tianxian beside him seriously reading a book, muttering to herself.

Fang Hong tilted his body and leaned close to Liu Tianxian's shoulder: "Didn't you say you knew French? Why have you been studying it the whole way?"

She'd been studying since getting in the car, and hadn't stopped until now.

"I do know it, I'm just rusty," Liu Tianxian said calmly.

Actually, she didn't really know it — she'd just been bragging before, thinking it was just a trip, how much French could she possibly need?

But once the boast was out, she couldn't take it back — what to do?

For the past month she had been diligently studying French — studying in the morning, studying at night, studying while filming, studying while eating, studying even in her sleep.

"Are you reliable or not? Don't be like Yu Xian last time, couldn't even understand the contract — if I sign this, it's for several years, and losses could easily be hundreds of millions, in euros," Fang Hong said gravely.

"Losses are losses, it's not my money anyway," Liu Tianxian said indifferently, taking it as him just bragging.

"How is my money not your money? Aren't all my money going to be yours anyway?" Fang Hong said as if it were the most natural thing.

"You talk nicely, but from the day I met you until now, I haven't seen a single cent of yours — you haven't even paid the rent on your house, I've been the one paying it all along."

Liu Tianxian looked at him, right there before her eyes, and stretched out her hand: "Give me your money?"

"I'm in debt right now, broke as hell — when I have money, I'll give it all to you," Fang Hong said, sounding better than a song.

"Hey, I'm curious — 'The Conjuring' is your film, right? Where's the money?" Liu Tianxian said.

That film's total box office has already passed 200 million USD! "I invested it all, invested everything — speaking of which, I still need to borrow some money from you, the investment funds aren't enough."

"What did you invest in that took so much?"

Liu Tianxian was very surprised — that film's profits were hundreds of millions by now, in soft sister currency.

"Bought stocks, and still owe quite a bit," Fang Hong said.

"No matter how much you had buying stocks, how could you still owe money?" Liu Tianxian just couldn't understand.

"I was planning to take out 100 million USD to buy," Fang Hong held up one finger.

"What?!"

Liu Tianxian exclaimed: "Your nerve is way too big — do you know how hard 100 million USD is to earn? You spent it all in one go."

"100 million, I even think that's too little — should have put out a few hundred million more," Fang Hong rested his head on her soft, plump shoulder.

"Get lost, you spendthrift," Liu Tianxian nudged him with her shoulder.

She truly couldn't understand this man's train of thought — invest whatever you have and be done with it, but no, not only did he spend it all, he still owed more.

"Xiao Feifei, I'll be relying on you to support me from now on!"

Fang Hong wrapped his arms around her slender waist, nuzzling his head against her shoulder, being very clingy.

"Can't afford to support you, go find someone else," Liu Tianxian said with a straight face.

"Xiao Feifei, don't you love me anymore?" Fang Hong put on a pitiful look.

Liu Tianxian saw him acting like a child, and couldn't help but laugh, putting her arm around his shoulder to comfort him: "I love you, I love you."

When the money's gone, just earn it again — we won't starve.

The two snuggled close together; Fang Hong climbed up to her neck, where the soft flesh smelled sweet.

"Stop bothering me, I need to read," Liu Tianxian lightly patted his shoulder.

The hot breath from this man was making her tickle.

"What's so good to look at."

Fang Hong snatched the book from her hand and tossed it aside.

Late at night was the time for being lovey-dovey, the time for warming each other, the time for mating — reading was too much of a mood-killer.

"I need to read it, if I don't I can't translate for you," Liu Tianxian took the book back.

Fang Hong looked up at her: "So you don't know French after all!"

"Hahaha."

Liu Tianxian covered her mouth and laughed a little sheepishly: "How would I know you were coming for work? I just bragged a bit too much."

Fang Hong looked at her speechlessly.

"Alright, alright, through diligent study I've already mastered a lot, don't worry," Liu Tianxian said with a smile, trying to comfort him.

"I'm very worried right now," Fang Hong said.

"Then you just don't trust me," Liu Tianxian played her trump card.

Fang Hong put on a helpless expression, already lost for words. All of them were useless teammates — Yu Xian too.

"Don't be discouraged, I can do it, you have to trust me, have confidence in me," Liu Tianxian patted his face.

Fang Hong said nothing more, sat back in his chair and lay down properly, looking at her with a wounded, aggrieved expression.

Liu Tianxian found it funny, helped him pull the blanket up and tucked it in: "Sleep properly, don't let your thoughts run wild."

Fang Hong turned his head away, ignoring her.

Liu Tianxian couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing this man was having one of his clingy moods, but she really did need to read, to study more.

Time passed slowly, the cabin was very quiet, a few passengers were sound asleep, there weren't many people on this night flight.

She didn't know how long had passed, Liu Tianxian rubbed her sore, stiff neck, glanced at her wristwatch — it was already three in the morning.

She put down her book, turned her head to look at the man sleeping beside her, gazed at him steadily, then propped herself up and leaned close to Fang Hong's mouth, breathing in his faint breath.

The two of them were inches apart, Liu Tianxian breathed in the air he exhaled, her red lips pressed against his pale ones, pressing deeply.

She now knew why this man had slapped Jiang Jianzhu — that Jiang Jianzhu was still indignant about it, had been messaging her to complain.

Jiang Jianzhu had said it like this: "That Principal's character is really rotten, he said people in the entertainment circle aren't clean, Tianxian you watch out for this person, deep down he looks down on people in the entertainment circle, including you."

This was clearly sowing discord, so she asked: "Did he say you weren't clean?"

"Yes, she also said you weren't clean, and brought up the thing about you and Fang Long and Emperor Entertainment Group back in the day — anyway, don't be fooled by him." Jiang Jianzhu was clearly sowing discord.

Liu Tianxian was smart, she figured those words were all things Jiang Jianzhu had said herself, which was why Fang Hong had slapped her.

The two of them had known each other so long, she understood Fang Hong too well — this man never said hurtful things in front of her.

He wouldn't speak ill of others either, let alone about her affairs; if he had something to say he'd say it to her face, he wouldn't let anyone else meddle.

And he certainly wouldn't have said that much to Jiang Jianzhu, because ever since Fang Hong became a boss, he was naturally distant from people beneath his level.

"Who are you?" — that kind of feeling.

The kiss lingered for a while before Liu Tianxian pulled away, then sat back in her seat, pulled the blanket over her and went to sleep.

The next morning, before the plane had landed, Liu Tianxian suddenly felt her nose tickle, raised a hand to rub it.

After rubbing it, it tickled again, as if something fuzzy was in her nose, she rubbed it again, but the itch was still unbearable.

Liu Tianxian couldn't help but open her eyes in some annoyance, and saw Fang Hong's face right in front of her, snickering "heh heh heh" at her with a cheeky grin.

In his hand he was holding a fuzzy little thing, about to poke it into her nostril.

"Are you trying to die!"

Liu Tianxian let out a yell, fury rising, and punched Fang Hong right in the chest.

Fang Hong clutched his chest, groaning from the hit.

"What's wrong?" Liu Tianxian hurriedly sat up, steadied him, looking anxious.

She thought she had actually hurt him.

"Nothing wrong, just teasing you, heh heh heh."

Fang Hong was fine again, and suddenly leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Liu Tianxian instinctively dodged, didn't dodge it, he still kissed her, but it was over in a flash.

She was a bit impatient: "Are you itching for a beating, disturbing my sleep first thing in the morning?"

"Just being affectionate." Fang Hong stopped what he was doing.

He was genuinely bored out of his mind, on a plane he couldn't do anything.

"Who wants to be affectionate with you." Liu Tianxian glared, too lazy to bother with him.

She had been sleeping so soundly, and he woke her up.

Her morning grumpiness was no small matter, so Fang Hong stopped teasing her — she really must be tired, worn out.

Right after finishing filming she rushed to catch a plane, and still had to study.

Liu Tianxian lay down again to sleep.

"Do you want something to eat?" Fang Hong asked.

"No."

Liu Tianxian only wanted to sleep right now, sleepy to death.

So Fang Hong ate bread by himself, drank milk, and took out a copy of *Reference News* to read.

Reading this kind of thing could broaden one's big-picture perspective, help one see the situation clearly.

The situation itself he didn't need — he was a prophet — but the big-picture view was still necessary; some things he'd done in the past had been a bit small-minded.

For example, the matter of the United States Jade Rabbit — he'd originally wanted to keep it small, hadn't looked at the problem from a higher vantage point.

As a result, now people were always eyeing it — either Universal, or Wanda.

Liu Tianxian had fallen asleep again, with faint little snores.

Three or four hours later, around noon, the plane was about to land in Rennes, France.

"Hey, Xiao Feifei, the plane's about to land." Fang Hong whispered in her ear.

"Are we there?"

Liu Tianxian stretched lazily, her hair a messy frizzy halo, the whole person languid, completely without the morning grumpiness from before, her voice much softer and gentler.

Must have slept enough! "Still half an hour to go," Fang Hong said.

"Mm!"

Liu Tianxian sat up: "Then I need to hurry to the bathroom, once we get off the plane there's ticket checks and all that."

Saying this she slipped on her slippers and walked to the bathroom, and when she came back she was still in that messy state.

(End of this chapter)