Chapter 423: I Haven

Liu Tianxian thought for a moment, then took up the pen and signed the agreement for Fang Hong, also signing the proxy holding agreement at the same time.

Although the equity was in her name, it was held on Fang Hong's behalf, and combined with Fang Hong's own equity, he held absolute control.

As long as Liu Tianxian's equity remained unchanged, even if Fang Hong held only 0.001% of Chang'e Technology's shares, he still had absolute authority.

There's no need to make it so complicated—Chang'e Technology operates on equal shares and equal rights.

Effectively, these 50% of shares have been hidden—never disclosed to the public, never revealed to anyone, and never distributed.

Liu Tianxian stood up, released Fang Hong, and put the agreement into her bag: "So can I start getting my share of the profits now?"

"Of course—we have the Partner System, with profit dividends. For example, if Chang'e Technology makes a hundred billion in profit a year, we take out 10%, or ten billion, to distribute. You currently hold enough to claim five billion." Fang Hong said.

"Whoa! That much?" Liu Tianxian widened her eyes in shock.

Five billion in cash—this was an enormous sum, more than she could ever save in her lifetime.

"That's right, and this is still me being cautious—if I distributed 20% of the profits, you'd get ten billion a year. You'd be the world's richest woman, able to lie back and splurge. Whoever dares to bully you, just crush them with money." Fang Hong boasted.

Liu Tianxian laughed outright and asked, "So how much did Chang'e Technology make last year?"

"Didn't make any money—seems we lost about a billion or so."

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian immediately rolled her eyes. All that boasting about hundreds of billions, trillions—so she was supposed to cover the losses too?

"So I don't get a single cent, and I still owe you five billion."

She took half the equity; a ten-billion loss meant she lost five billion.

"That's the logic—so hurry up and give me your money. I need to plug the hole." Fang Hong extended his hand, smiling faintly at her.

"So all this time, you got me to sign this agreement just to get my money? I knew you suddenly became so generous for no reason!" Liu Tianxian got angry and reached out to hit him.

Fang Hong sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her into his lap, and pinned her legs with his own: "Calm down, calm down—I'm just teasing you. We just took out a loan; we're not short on cash."

"Even if you were short, I wouldn't give it to you. You're asking for too much. My money has to go toward household expenses—food, drink, daily needs—it all adds up." Liu Tianxian plopped down squarely on his lap.

This man's ambitions kept growing—no longer something a few billion could solve; it now required tens of billions.

Right now, she handles all his daily needs—eating, drinking, toileting—and Xu Liyun doesn't work at all; she'll have to manage it all going forward.

That's how it is when the wife runs the household. Besides, Fang Hong never managed anything before—he'd just lose money without even asking.

"I won't take your money—I can handle it myself. Don't worry." Fang Hong spoke with absolute certainty.

"Good. But if you ever need money, just tell me—we'll figure it out together." Liu Tianxian spoke seriously.

"Mm!"

Fang Hong nodded and whispered in her ear: "The atmosphere tonight is nice, not cold—let's go twice?"

Liu Tianxian blushed and slapped him lightly: "Can't you be a little less direct?"

"Then how about this: 'My lady, let us consummate our marriage, and enjoy two rounds of cloud and rain.'" Fang Hong said, jokingly.

"Hehehe, say it exactly like that." Liu Tianxian couldn't help laughing.

"Then my lady, let us enjoy cloud and rain tonight—you take the top, and I'll lie still." Fang Hong grinned.

"Oh no, no—I can't. You have to be on top." Liu Tianxian was uncomfortable.

"It's not cold anymore—what's there to fear?" Fang Hong brushed her hair back and gently stroked her face and ears.

Before, it was freezing—she had to wrap the blanket tightly and wear clothes, so the one on top had to endure the cold, and he suffered plenty.

Now the conditions are better—no need for that anymore; you don't even need clothes or blankets.

"I'm not going on top." Liu Tianxian shook her head.

She was still shy and refused to try other positions—only the most traditional one suited her.

And she loved the feeling of being led, of being conquered.

There was no choice—Fang Hong had to do it himself. Men must work hard and stay active. He picked up a small blue box from the bedside table—the hotel's complimentary gift—and looked at her suggestively.

"Don't use that thing," Liu Tianxian snatched it and tossed it aside.

"Why not?" Fang Hong frowned.

"Just don't use it," she pushed him gently. "Go take a shower!"

"Together," Fang Hong pulled her hand.

"No—you go first."

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Liu Tianxian was still generally shy, reserved, and conservative—not yet fully open. It was normal; they'd only been together a short time.

And they were in that phase of savoring every moment—each night demanded two, three, even four rounds; it would be a waste of their youthful vigor.

As for "love," once you do it once, you'll do it countless times.

The next day, they visited Liu Tianxian's uncle and stayed for lunch.

Liu Tianxian's uncle lived in a large open-plan apartment—not a Villa—where they could see Wuhan's cityscape and the mighty Yangtze River flowing eastward.

"Xiao Fang, how's the company running lately?" the uncle chatted with Fang Hong.

"Everything's normal," Fang Hong replied.

They chatted while Liu Tianxian stayed in the kitchen helping her aunt cook and talking with her.

The aunt wiped her hands and said, "Xixi, you two hardly ever come—stay a few more days."

"I'm sorry, Auntie, we already bought our tickets—we're flying back to Beijing tomorrow." Liu Tianxian said.

"You just got here, and you're leaving so soon?" the aunt said reproachfully. "This trip really lasted too long—we have work to do. We can't stay any longer." Liu Tianxian explained.

Her film "Bound by Love" is set to premiere during Spring Festival—meaning only ten to fifteen days remain.

She needed to promote the movie, and it had a grand premiere ceremony—both of them had to return to handle it.

"Ah," the aunt sighed—clearly she really liked Liu Tianxian.

Liu Tianxian got along well with everyone.

Liu Tianxian rested her hand on her aunt's arm, affectionately saying, "Next time, next time we come, we'll definitely stay longer with you."

"Alright, you said it." Auntie said.

"Mm-hmm, I said it." Liu Tianxian nodded.

"Come eat, everyone, come eat." Auntie called out to the two men outside.

They stayed at their uncle's house for a day; the next morning, they met Yao Beina again—she was in Jiangcheng.

And her condition was quite good, nothing obvious.

In a stylish restaurant, Yao Beina looked at their red marriage certificates and exclaimed: "Oh! You got married!"

"Yes, you must bless us." Liu Tianxian propped her chin on one hand, smiled with half-lidded eyes, looking utterly happy.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Yao Beina bowed her fists, looked again at the marriage certificates, and happily said: "I'm so envious of you."

She turned to Fang Hong, her tone stern: "You'd better treat our Tianxian well, or my sister and I won't let you off."

"I will." Fang Hong nodded.

"You've got it wrong—you should ask if I'm treating him well." Liu Tianxian patted her chest, acting like the boss.

"Then don't bully him either," Yao Beina said.

"That depends on how he behaves," Liu Tianxian laughed, one arm around Fang Hong's shoulder. "If he makes me angry, I'll use family discipline."

Yao Beina laughed too, amused by her actions and words.

But Fang Hong felt miserable—he felt like the delicate wife, while Liu Tianxian was the one doing the dominating.

Yet in bed, Liu Tianxian acted like a shy little woman—conservative, reserved, saying no to this and no to that.

After some joking, Liu Tianxian stirred her coffee with a spoon, her expression serious: "Hey, how's your health?"

"Fine, no major problems," Yao Beina said.

Liu Tianxian was referring to her illness—she'd been diagnosed in 2011 and had been undergoing active treatment; it wasn't something Fang Hong could change.

Prevention would've needed to start much earlier—he hadn't even been reborn then, so he couldn't interfere at all.

Besides, her circumstances were never bad; last year she still participated in various shows and events—she clearly had financial means. It's just fate.

"By the way, our movie needs a singer for the theme song—do you have time?" Fang Hong suddenly remembered.

Since he couldn't keep her, he might as well keep a few classic songs—so there'd be no regrets.

"The theme song for 'Bound Love'?" Liu Tianxian turned to look at him.

"Yes, we haven't found a suitable singer yet. I think her voice is great—she should try singing it." Fang Hong had just made it up on the spot—he hadn't even planned a theme song, since he hadn't plagiarized songs in years.

Liu Tianxian looked at Yao Beina, waiting for her response.

"Can you send me the lyrics and melody? I'll take a look," Yao Beina said, unsure if she could sing it.

"I'll send it to you in a couple of days."

Fang Hong had just thought of it on impulse—he needed to think through the melody and lyrics, then have someone copy it out. As for the song, he'd decided: "Little Luck."

The song fit perfectly—both were about unrequited love. The song was released in late 2015; now it was early 2014, so there was over a year left.

It had been so long since he plagiarized songs—he was back to his old ways again. Sinful, sinful.

As for whether the original singer had written it yet—screw her. Whoever releases it first owns it—he felt zero guilt.

"Thank you, Principal," Yao Beina said gratefully.

There are so few people who can create now—everyone just has a good voice and technique but no creative ability.

Like Niu and Ma Hu!

"No need to thank me—it's just collaboration. We need you too. If you think it's suitable, come to Beijing soon to record—the movie needs to be released as soon as possible," Fang Hong said sweetly.

"Fine, if it's good, I'll go to Beijing," Yao Beina nodded.

If it's a good song, she wouldn't have to join some damn talent show—full of nothing but corruption.

After meeting Yao Beina, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian's Hubei trip officially ended—they boarded a flight back to Beijing.

They had met nearly everyone here, notified everyone, and now only waited for the wedding.

In the first-class cabin, Fang Hong tapped his forehead with a pen, as if deep in thought; after thinking, he wrote a few words on paper, then stared again in contemplation.

Liu Tianxian sat beside him, peeling an orange, feeding him pieces: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm composing a song for your good friend," Fang Hong said.

"You compose? Isn't it someone else who composes?" Liu Tianxian asked, puzzled, taking a bite of orange herself.

"Who else has my talent?"

"Hahaha, how can you be so self-absorbed?"

(End of Chapter)