Chapter 294: You Are the Lamb in My Mouth

The banquet lasted several hours. Since everyone had been drinking, driving would be inconvenient and would also look bad, and to avoid being secretly photographed, they simply booked rooms at the hotel.

It was all arranged in advance—basically one room per person, just one night, and the bill came to over a million, with the total running around two million.

The money was charged to Yutu Company's account, not to any personal account.

In the suite, Liu Tianxian, wearing a white bathrobe, was toweling her wet hair—she had clearly just finished showering.

She had washed off the smell of alcohol from her body.

She picked up her phone and checked the time. It was just past two in the morning; she wondered if Fang Hong had gone to sleep yet.

What had happened earlier left her feeling a little guilty inside.

It was the moment when the two of them had said "opportunity," and she had talked around it, dragging Fang Hong off to dance instead.

"Are you asleep?" she sent a message.

"No, how could I fall asleep that fast," Fang Hong replied.

Both of them had just finished and returned to their rooms to rest.

Seeing that Fang Hong wasn't asleep, Liu Tianxian wanted to go over and chat with him. She had just opened her door a crack when she saw a slender, delicate figure of a beautiful woman standing at the door opposite.

She quickly shut the door again and peered through the peephole at the situation across the hall, because the person staying opposite was Fang Hong.

Could that man not hold it in and have found someone to sleep with?

At the thought, her heart went cold. He really couldn't stand the loneliness—how long had it been before he couldn't hold back?

But she hadn't seen the woman's face either; earlier she had been facing away.

Nazha, standing at the door about to knock, felt her heart give a startled lurch, because she noticed a sound behind her, like a door being closed.

This made her feel both guilty and panicked, terrified of being discovered.

But when she turned to look at the door behind her, it hadn't moved at all, completely still. Only then did she slowly set her mind at ease, mustered her courage, and pressed the doorbell.

Fang Hong, who was lying on the bed looking at his phone, heard the doorbell and, thinking it was Liu Tianxian coming over, got up to open the door.

When the door opened and he saw Nazha standing there, Fang Hong couldn't help but pause, then asked, "What do you need?"

"Principal, I—" Nazha found it hard to speak.

"Did you run into some kind of difficulty?"

Fang Hong looked her up and down. She was wearing a long dress that clung to her chest; her figure aside, she was tall and slender, with a striking, almost aggressive beauty—a born beauty.

He asked this because he assumed she had been treated unfairly by someone.

Some director, actor, or behind-the-scenes person at Yutu wanted to sleep with her, and she couldn't refuse.

"I-I-I"

Nazha stammered "I" for a long while, looking very ill at ease and embarrassed.

Then, plucking up her courage, she stepped into Fang Hong's suite and even closed the door behind her, as if to catch a turtle in a jar.

This greatly disappointed Liu Tianxian, who was watching through the peephole across the hall. In the end, he was no different from other men—unable to resist temptation.

She had originally thought Fang Hong had strong self-control and could resist temptation; that was one of the reasons she admired him.

It seemed she had misjudged him, seen him wrong.

She sighed, her eyes dimming as she leaned against the wall, her heart cold.

"Creak—!"

The faint sound of a door opening, and the faint murmur of conversation, made Liu Tianxian alert; once again she looked through the peephole.

She saw Fang Hong press one finger against Nazha's shoulder and push her back out.

The conversation was certainly not clearly audible, but this alone brought the light back into Liu Tianxian's eyes.

"Miss Nazha, please conduct yourself with dignity," Fang Hong said.

The moment Nazha had entered the room, she had thrown herself at him and tried to kiss him.

"I'm s-sorry, Principal, I thought that was the rule," Nazha said, her face very ugly with distress, speaking incoherently, terrified of angering him.

"Who told you that was the rule?" Fang Hong said.

"B-before I entered the industry, lots of people told me how the entertainment circle is—you have to sleep with people, you have to offer yourself."

Nazha's face was bright red, her head lowered: "At other crews, those investors, directors, assistant directors said the same thing to me, including my agent, who said if you want to do well, sleeping with people is unavoidable."

The last two sentences came out quite smoothly.

"Was it your agent who told you to come?" Fang Hong picked up on the implication.

Nazha didn't dare say yes, nor did she dare say no; she could only stay silent, her hands in front of her, fingers twisting together, terribly conflicted.

She didn't dare offend anyone.

Before she came, that agent had told her: once you get into the Principal's bed, no one in the entertainment circle will dare bully you.

Look at that Liu Tianxian—she used to be cursed to death, even left the industry for two years, but ever since she got together with the Principal, who still dares to curse her now?

She had said the Principal already had Liu Tianxian, and wouldn't doing this be a bit inappropriate.

The agent had told her: what man doesn't lust after women, what successful man doesn't keep a few mistresses.

As long as you don't tell, who would know?

"I don't need that here. You only need to do your job as an artist. If anyone tries to use their position to sleep with you, you can refuse. If anyone asks you to entertain clients or accompany people, you can refuse that too.

If you suffer unfair treatment, you can refuse and fight back. No matter who it is, as long as you're an artist at Yutu, you don't need to cater to anyone, and you don't need to please anyone—just do your job properly," Fang Hong told her. "B-but what if I refuse, what if I fight back, and people make things hard for me, don't give me roles?" Nazha's voice was as faint as a mosquito.

"If you feel your agent isn't doing their job, report it upward. If those above don't resolve it for you, then report it to me," Fang Hong said.

That agent was a real piece of work, actually telling her to come sleep with him.

If it were some other big shot or director, sleeping with him would be no big deal, no burden on the conscience at all—after all, she offered herself.

Nazha, unsure whether she had taken it in or not, just stood there prettily without speaking, her little pout making her look quite aggrieved.

Nothing like the later version of her, whose little mouth could chatter away endlessly, lively and adorable.

"Remember, don't cater to anyone. Do you understand?" Fang Hong said again.

Nazha nodded gently.

"Repeat what I said." Fang Hong's tone was a bit heavy.

This startled Nazha into a skipped heartbeat, and she said softly: "I won't cater to anyone."

"Louder." Fang Hong's voice was stern.

Nazha gave a start, hurriedly raising her voice: "I won't cater to anyone."

"Good, you may go!"

Fang Hong waved his hand and shut the door directly.

Nazha was shut out, and didn't dare knock again, so she could only walk down the corridor, looking back every few steps.

In her heart she didn't know whether to feel relieved or regretful — the Principal was a good person, an upright good boss, able to protect them, and this made her admire him.

It was also a bit of a pity — the Principal was a good man, so good that it stirred love in one's heart; if such an upright good man were good to her, she'd be willing to die for it.

Only this kind of man, she could never have.

Fang Hong didn't blame Nazha's behavior either — this girl had just stepped into the circle, having only acted in one TV drama and one movie, and seemed rather innocent.

She was a newcomer to the industry, still in school, and everything she'd heard about the circle was bad stuff, all hearsay, and she didn't really know Fang Hong as a person either.

To be honest, he was a little tempted, wanting to have a roll in the hay, but if he set that precedent, then Jade Rabbit would end up like Huayi, turning into a den of debauchery.

If the General Manager all played around, then those below with a bit of power would become even more reckless.

Through the peephole, Liu Tianxian watched the whole thing; the moment Nazha turned around, she also saw what that girl looked like — she really was delicate and beautiful.

But she was also relieved — Fang Hong hadn't disappointed her.

She opened the door, poked her head out, saw that the girl had already walked far away out of sight, so she walked over and knocked on the door.

"What are you here for again?"

Fang Hong opened the door with an annoyed tone, thinking it was Nazha, but seeing it was Liu Tianxian his face immediately changed: "Why is it you?"

"What, I can't come?"

Liu Tianxian leaned against the wall nearby, then stood straight and said: "Then I'll head back."

Saying that, she turned to leave.

"Hey, hey." Fang Hong grabbed her hand in one swift motion: "I thought it was someone else, got it wrong."

Liu Tianxian wore a smile, turned her head back, and said coquettishly: "Who did you think it was?"

"A girl just knocked on my door, I thought it was that girl." Fang Hong explained.

"Oh!"

Liu Tianxian pretended not to know, hummed thoughtfully, and deliberately asked: "Did anything wonderful happen between you two?"

"No, you know I never bully the weak." Fang Hong understood what she meant.

One asked playfully, the other answered seriously.

Liu Tianxian knew everything; Fang Hong didn't know that she knew, and didn't want to cause a misunderstanding.

"Aren't you lonely?" Liu Tianxian gave him a push and walked into his suite.

She slammed the door shut with a "bang."

She wrapped both arms around Fang Hong's neck and kissed him.

The two held each other tightly, kissing as they walked, then fell onto the sofa; Fang Hong pressed down on Liu Tianxian, looking at the beautiful face before him, already flushed a tempting pink.

"Lonely, so lonely."

Fang Hong gently stroked her face: "In this world, only you are the lamb in my mouth, you are my angel, my dream."

"Where'd you learn that from?" Liu Tianxian patted his chest, even reciting lyrics.

"Everything I say is true." Fang Hong spoke with deep sincerity.

Liu Tianxian looked at the man before her, listening to his soft words, and her breathing involuntarily grew heavier: "I'm empty too, so empty."

Fang Hong's breathing also grew heavy.

The two gazed into each other's eyes, breathing each other's breath, both seeing the fire in the other's eyes; involuntarily, they kissed each other fiercely.

Lips pressed tight, this time the kiss was unusually intense, mouths open, breath mingling together!

(End of chapter)