Chapter 361: You Beat My Mom, I Beat Your Mom

Watching her pretty face tilted to the side, Fang Hong pursed his lips and pressed them against her smooth cheek, pressing deep and for quite a while.

When they finally pulled apart, there was a loud "smack," quite a sharp sound.

Only then was Liu Tianxian satisfied. She patted her chest: "You just focus on doing your thing, leave this to me, I'll follow up on it for you."

"Then I'm counting on you, my lady!" Fang Hong faced her, cupped his fists and lowered his head, just like the old military salute.

The gesture made Liu Tianxian laugh "hehe" nonstop, and she made a show of helping him up: "Rise."

"As the old saying goes, behind every successful man stands a wise woman." Fang Hong straightened up and sighed.

Liu Tianxian said playfully, smiling: "Excuse me, wise woman, are you talking about me?"

"Yes, I am talking about you." Fang Hong knew she wanted to be praised.

"Hehehe!"

Liu Tianxian was pleased, and said again: "But you're still a ways off from being successful. If you can make good on every boast you've made, then you can count as a successful man."

"What boasts have I made?" Fang Hong had forgotten.

"Stomping Wanda, punching Alibaba, tearing Tencent apart by hand — who's the one always bragging that in my ear?" Liu Tianxian teased.

Earlier he had even cursed Lao Wang Zong as an old fossil, saying he'd acquire Wanda. And now he'd already forgotten his own boasts.

She laughed again: "Also, when we were in the United States, who was it that said he'd put up a statue of me across from Disney?"

"You still remember that?" Fang Hong said.

That was three or four years ago. Back then he'd just seen that Mickey Mouse statue, got in the mood, and bragged on a whim — he hadn't taken it seriously at all.

"I remember. Every word you've said, I remember." Liu Tianxian swore it solemnly, drunk on her own smugness.

Hearing that, Fang Hong asked on purpose: "Then what did I say yesterday?"

"We didn't even meet yesterday, how would I know what you said." Liu Tianxian said.

"We didn't meet but we talked on the phone!" Fang Hong said.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you. I don't remember, who could remember every little thing you say." Liu Tianxian had just claimed she remembered everything, and now she didn't.

The two talked on the phone every day, and chatted about a lot of things, but most of it was the kind of pointless chatter that's forgotten as soon as it's said, so of course a lot of it couldn't be remembered.

What sticks in memory are the topics that left some impression, some scene, something that makes a person recall.

"Didn't expect you to love bragging too." Fang Hong teased her.

"So what if I brag?" Liu Tianxian glared, annoyed.

"Nothing, it's great!"

Fang Hong backed down, then sighed: "As the old saying goes, women and petty men are the hardest to keep."

Hearing that, Liu Tianxian immediately got upset, and kept hitting him: "Petty man, petty man, I'm a petty man, am I! You sure have a lot of old sayings."

She hit him while grinding her teeth nonstop.

"My old saying also called you a wise woman — why do you only hear the nice part?" Fang Hong didn't fight back, covering his head and scurrying away, forced to run into the house.

"I just love hearing nice things. Anything not in my favor gets the family discipline." Liu Tianxian chased him, still hitting.

"Then you're clearly targeting me."

"Yes, I'm targeting you."

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The two of them tumbled into the house, just as Liu Xiaoli, who was carrying dishes out of the kitchen, saw them: "Xixi, why do you always bully Xiao Fang? With that build of yours, who could take your abuse."

"Mom—"

Liu Tianxian seemed to have taken a critical hit, her voice full of grievance, twisting her body as she protested: "What build? I'm clearly very slim, a delicate little woman, okay?"

She looked like a little girl who hadn't grown up, which made her uncle, who was helping in the kitchen, laugh out loud.

Fang Hong was saved — his mother-in-law was good to him after all.

Liu Xiaoli set the dishes on the table, paid no mind to her daughter's protest, and kept dealing critical hits: "Look at your own thighs, look at how thick your arms are. Who could stand it."

"I'm not talking to you anymore." Liu Tianxian pouted, unhappy, and went to sit on the sofa and sulk.

Her arms and thighs were a bit thick — at least thicker than the average girl's.

Of course, that was when she wasn't managing her figure. After finishing "Love Like the First," she barely did any work anymore.

She just did some Propaganda Department stuff, at most showed up at events, so she hadn't kept her figure in check.

Liu Xiaoli paid no attention at all to whether her daughter was sulking, acting as if nothing had happened, completely used to it, and went on with her own business.

Fang Hong, however, was different. He trotted over to Liu Tianxian, sat beside her, and coaxed: "As the old saying goes, endure for a moment and the sea is calm, step back a step and the sky is wide."

"Can't stand it, can't stand it at all." Liu Tianxian was in a fit of anger.

"Then what do you want to do? Even if you can't stand it, you have to. That's your mom — are you really going to take it out on her? My mom nags me all the time too, and I act like nothing happened." Fang Hong said.

"Go beat up my mom for me, let me vent." Liu Tianxian pushed him.

"Huh?!"

Fang Hong was dumbfounded. Is that something you can actually do?

"When my mom scolds me, you help me beat my mom; when your mom scolds you, I'll help you beat your mom. We take turns — that way you vent, and I vent too." Liu Tianxian talked nonsense.

"You're messing with me." Fang Hong looked at her suspiciously. You beat my mom, I beat your mom — sounds like nonsense on the face of it.

"Then let me bite you once to vent." Liu Tianxian knew she was just talking out of anger. "That's more realistic. Go ahead and bite, but go easy." Fang Hong held out his bare arm in front of her.

"No, I'm not biting there." Liu Tianxian pushed his arm away.

"Then where do you want to bite?" Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian's gaze wandered over him, as if thinking about where would be a good place to sink her teeth.

Watching her, Fang Hong immediately covered both sides of his chest: "You can't be thinking of biting me here, right? No way, no way, that's so inappropriate!"

Then he struck a martyr-like pose: "But if you want to bite, I can still make the sacrifice. Who else but me dotes on you, right!"

Having said that, he was about to lift up his short-sleeved shirt.

"Get lost, you sure do have a lot of lines." Liu Tianxian didn't say a word; this man said it all.

She gave this man's belly a smack.

Fang Hong smiled, tugged his shirt down, leaned close to her face, and coaxed: "So what if your arms and legs are thick? It's not a bad thing at all. I Like it."

"You really like it?" Liu Tianxian looked at him.

"What's good about that pale, young, skinny type? Only minors like that. Adults like us prefer a little chubby — it has feel to it, and just looks comfortable. The way you are right now is just right." Fang Hong pinched her fleshy arm; the touch was smooth and still soft and squishy.

If it were that pale, young, skinny type, there'd be no such feel to it — just bone.

"Right, you're right. My mom was just talking nonsense. My figure is perfectly standard." Liu Tianxian seemed to have found validation.

Actually, she wasn't really angry. She and her mom were always like this. She knew her own figure herself — she just didn't like being suddenly called out on it.

But once this man coaxed her, she let it go.

Her uncle watched the two of them interacting so intimately from afar and said to Liu Xiaoli: "Have the two of them always been this steady?"

"A lot happened in the past two years, and they had their conflicts, but on the whole it's been steady. Only in the last year or two, as they came to understand each other better and let go of certain ideas, did it really settle down. Still, having dated this long, they've pretty much learned everything there is to learn." Liu Xiaoli said.

In the past, Liu Tianxian had very high demands of Fang Hong; once she let go, there was no problem.

The uncle nodded; he could more or less understand.

"Then evaluating Fang Hong as a person from your own perspective — how would you rate him? Just don't treat him as your son-in-law; rate him as an ordinary person."

"If I don't treat him as my son-in-law, I have to remove my daughter's factor from the equation. If he had no relation to me at all, it'd be very hard to evaluate." Liu Xiaoli was somewhat subjective.

"Just say whatever comes to mind; I'll listen." The uncle was still wavering over whether to give Fang Hong the loan.

After all, such a large sum — he had to know something to put his mind at ease.

"Then let me talk about the flaws I've come to know."

Liu Xiaoli thought for a moment and said: "He talks big, he gets hot-headed when doing things, he thinks he's something special — that's about it."

Back at the very beginning, this fellow had also bragged in front of him, though he later toned it down — that was when he had just started dating her daughter.

Handling Ceng Aizi's matter, Xiao Wang's matter — in both he showed signs of getting hot-headed.

Thinking he's something special comes from never associating with celebrities; his attitude toward celebrities is one of indifference.

She rarely saw him getting too close to any celebrity — of course, except for her daughter.

What she didn't know was that Fang Hong is a reborn person, which carries with it a certain mindset of thinking he's something special, disdaining to mingle with certain groups.

The uncle nodded, signaling her to continue.

"As for strengths — he has plans, he has goals, he always knows what he wants. Once he's set on something, he just does that one thing, single-mindedly doing it well. His willpower is strong; in the face of temptation, he doesn't waver." Liu Xiaoli evaluated.

The uncle thought in silence for a moment, then said: "So he still acts on impulse — once he gets hot-headed he wants to finish someone off — and still makes mistakes he shouldn't, not steady enough."

"He's much better now. With Xixi keeping him in check, he's already fixed a lot of it. Before, it really was 'I'm number two under heaven, I'm number one' — whoever came, he'd finish them off."

Liu Xiaoli added: "But being able to take others on and still win — that is his ability. You can't demand a person be perfect, doing everything flawlessly without a single blemish."

The uncle nodded; that was true too. Young people inevitably have more fire, and many things are well-planned, but when it comes to execution, accidents are hard to avoid.

The tactics of the business world are also inevitably dirty — these are all very normal things. As long as the goal is reached, the process doesn't matter.

Looking at it this way, that young man does have ability.

"If he's short on money and needs support, would you lend it to him?" the uncle asked.

"Of course. Everyone has hard times." Liu Xiaoli answered without even thinking.

Her daughter had given her car to Fang Hong to drive four years ago, and given her Villa for his family to live in — she hadn't said a word about it. She wasn't that petty a person.

"What about your entire net worth?" the uncle asked again.

"That I wouldn't. Too scary. If our entire net worth is gone, how would we live?"

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but be curious: "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Just asking." The uncle had a rough idea in his mind — in his sister's eyes, lending money and such was all fine, but the entire net worth was off the table.

He also knew his sister was definitely more level-headed than Liu Tianxian.

But being willing to lend money without even asking — that showed she trusted Fang Hong quite a lot as a person.

"Xiao Fang isn't the type to ask for our net worth or anything. He's a man of principle. Xixi has worked with him so long — every year she shoots a few films for his company, and he's never asked Xixi to give up any interests, nor asked Red Star Fort to attach itself and take a cut of the profits. No."

Liu Xiaoli finished speaking, then carried the food out of the kitchen and called out: "Xiao Fang, Xixi, come eat."

The uncle stood in place and silently nodded!

(End of this chapter)