Chapter 454: Treat It with a Normal Heart

The two were in the car; Fang Hong glanced at the book title in Liu Tianxian's hand and gave her a warning.

Liu Tianxian had been reading quietly; hearing this, she froze: "Why?"

Everyone interprets books differently; you read it one way, others read it another—you think it's a good book, others think it's trash, even some call it outdated, since authors inevitably carry some critical edge.

If you recommend it well, fine; if you recommend it poorly and others misinterpret it, you'll be blamed for the author's criticism—you're a celebrity with enormous influence.

What was originally nothing becomes infinitely magnified over a tiny issue, so you'd better not share books you've read; just talk about your views on life, on existence, on films.

Fang Hong feared she'd share a bad book and trigger another wave of verbal attacks.

Blackers and rivals don't care what the book actually says—if there's one flaw, they'll smear it relentlessly, accusing you of ideological problems, of not loving your country, piling on one hat after another.

"I brought you all a little gift, see if you like it." Liu Tianxian pulled out the wrapped boxes and handed one to each person.

She's the boss's wife, no doubt about it.

Liu Tianxian wore a women's black suit, black trousers, and a belt cinched at the waist.

Add to that her short hair, giving her a sharp, spirited look with a businesslike aura.

"Miss Liu, if you have any issues before your speech, let us know—we'll solve anything we can." The Principal walked with her, chatting.

May 15th, morning; the weather was clear, not a cloud in sight!

"I like it," someone replied, tucking the gift away.

"Just listen to me—you can read it yourself, it's nothing, don't push books on others," Fang Hong said.

That was drawn by Fang Hong, meant to block other creators' paths.

But she's a goddess—no matter how she dresses, her face remains the focal point.

"Isn't this just perfect for us women?" Jiao Huajing teased.

With the script and shot list, the story and visuals are essentially complete; anyone else copying it is plagiarizing.

They thanked her repeatedly, their fondness for her growing rapidly.

For a moment, the place was filled with joy and laughter; Liu Tianxian instantly drew them closer.

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Previously, she'd shared some books on Weibo—Dialogue with God, Hongyan Luxhui, A Course in Miracles—none of which caused problems.

"Okay," Bao Jinjin followed her lead.

She and Wang Ran had been together six or seven years, yet their progress hadn't matched Liu Tianxian's.

The car arrived at the location; they got out, Liu Tianxian carrying a large bag, her arm linked with Fang Hong's.

This thing probably sells for a couple thousand yuan.

Most people there waved back, their eyes fixed on Liu Tianxian, watching how youthful and lively she was.

There were many other screenwriters, most working from home or on set; not many were here.

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian thought deeply and said: "Is it really that serious?"

"Hello everyone!" Liu Tianxian waved to the screenwriters.

"Fine, but he never proposes," Bao Jinjin's face showed disappointment.

Liu Tianxian covered her mouth and whispered in her ear.

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Bao Jinjin took it, opened the box—inside was an elegant watch; she beamed: "Wow! Thank you, Yifei."

A security guard pulled open the car door; Liu Tianxian stepped out, accompanied by her Assistant and several guards.

More people held smartphones, taking photos and recording her.

"Try it," Liu Tianxian said.

But the copyright is registered, even the shot list is documented—the exact visuals to be presented.

"Principal, you're too kind; it's my honor," Liu Tianxian bowed slightly to show respect.

"Oh my, the gorgeous lady's here—your Skin's gotten even better, but that short hair is so intimidating," Bao Jinjin joked.

"Hello!"

Who said she was hard to get along with? Who said she was out of place? She's perfectly fine.

"Oh, so how far have you two gotten?" Liu Tianxian asked softly.

"Hahaha, this way, please," the Principal stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter the campus.

"I know."

How many women are as independent as Liu Tianxian! "Is that okay?" Bao Jinjin looked confused after hearing her.

But it's normal—Bao Jinjin is already twenty-seven or twenty-eight, soon turning thirty; ordinary women like her can't afford to wait.

"It's fine—you've got to push him. If you don't, he won't act. My guy's the same," Liu Tianxian shared her advice. Fang Hong was extremely passive, but she knew how to push him, how to hint subtly, letting him know her feelings.

"What's this script?" Liu Tianxian took it.

"Just finished filming a few days ago," Liu Tianxian replied.

Liu Tianxian had kept in touch with Bao Jinjin and Jiao Huajing, but after getting busier, she rarely came by—though they still called.

"I'll come find you later!" Liu Tianxian smiled contentedly, waved, and walked off in another direction.

Others have work—they can't be disturbed forever.

"No problems—I think I can handle it," Liu Tianxian said casually.

Liu Tianxian sat on a chair and chatted with them, asking Bao Jinjin: "Hey, what's Wang Ran up to lately?"

"Aaaah!"

This bond hadn't faded; Liu Tianxian was always good at maintaining relationships. "She complains to us every day—why won't her man propose? She's desperate to marry," Jiao Huajing chuckled beside her.

Bao Jinjin nodded, lost in thought.

The script felt compelling—strong commercial appeal, with solid logic.

"Thank you, Yifei sister!"

If not for her rosy lips and white teeth from makeup, and if her hair weren't already grown past the nape of her neck, you'd think she was going for androgynous style.

"But I've already recommended many books on Weibo before, and there was never any problem," Liu Tianxian said.

"Alright!" Jiao Huajing signaled she could take it back.

The moment Liu Tianxian appeared, the Peking University students who had been waiting grew noisy and excited, but fortunately they were all well-mannered and no one rushed past the security guards.

"Hello, Yifei sister!"

Liu Tianxian nodded understandingly: "Then I'll take it back and read it?"

Others made way, and the security guards cleared a path.

A black business car stopped at the gate of Peking University.

"Forget the ones you shared before; don't share any more from now on," Fang Hong said.

"Oh!"

This version of the story differs greatly from the last one—it can be considered two entirely different stories, and even more exaggerated, with the female lead ultimately transforming into the Heavenly Dao.

"Nowadays, many people are restless and have no patience to explore the truth or reasons behind things; they only believe what others tell them. Books are thick, hundreds of thousands of words long—how many people have the will to read and investigate?"

"Alright," Liu Tianxian said, seeing how serious he was, and chose to listen to him.

"Probably. This script has been polished for one or two years; even if we wanted to change it, not much could be altered. We'll see what the director and Producer say during filming," Jiao Huajing said.

Liu Tianxian arrived at the screenwriting room, where there were more unfamiliar faces, both male and female, but Bao Jinjin, Jiao Huajing, and Zhang Disha remained the regulars.

This man rarely asks her for anything; if he does, it's because he fears something might happen to her.

This script hasn't yet been assigned to anyone for filming, hasn't named a Producer, meaning it hasn't been officially greenlit—she didn't even know whether changes were needed.

These students had known the news in advance: Liu Tianxian was coming to their school for a lecture.

"You're really generous," Fang Hong said, glancing at the elegant gift bag in his hand.

"Just small things, gifts from brands—I don't even use them myself," Liu Tianxian said, tilting her head and pouting.

"Ex Machina 2—you starred in Ex Machina 1; this sequel will definitely be you again. You can preview it early," Jiao Huajing said, unafraid of leaking secrets—anyone in this room could read the script if they wanted to.

"How did you do it? Teach me," Bao Jinjin became interested.

"Take a look at this—this one's definitely you, no doubt," Jiao Huajing handed her a script.

Of course, there was no malice or conflict toward her.

"Filming Wu Shuang outside!" Bao Jinjin said.

"Welcome, welcome, Miss Liu, to our school for a lecture," the Principal of Peking University stepped forward to greet Liu Tianxian and shook her hand.

This scene mirrored exactly the moment five years ago when Fang Hong gave advice to Wang Ran.

The screenwriting room is no longer in the same building as Fang Hong's; it's in the adjacent unit, mainly because there are too many people now, and the original office was given to others.

Jiao Huajing stood beside Bao Jinjin, not deliberately eavesdropping on their conversation, but tilted her head and asked: "Yifei, have you finished filming your drama?"

Very few people seriously read literature and think deeply—seeing something and accepting it as truth is the norm.

"Thank you!"

Liu Tianxian chatted with them for a while, then took the script and took her leave, heading to Fang Hong's place.

The Principal was very old, his face lined with wrinkles, and several others followed behind him—likely also teachers.

"You're always teasing me," Liu Tianxian giggled, playfully swatting both of them.

Bao Jinjin, caught off guard, angrily swatted her back.

Everyone else received a piece, their faces instantly lighting up—Liu Tianxian was too generous.

Still, they would call out: "Liu Yifei!"

"Is this the revised final version?" Liu Tianxian asked.

The scene was noisy; Liu Tianxian glanced at the young faces around her, both male and female, and waved to them, maintaining her signature smile.

Liu Tianxian had lunch with Fang Hong, then accompanied him home after work—her day passed simply, plainly, unadorned.

His intentions toward her were good; she had always believed that deeply.

Liu Tianxian nodded, lifting the bag in her hand: "Go ahead. I'll go see Bao Jinjin and the others and give them these."

Fang Hong pressed his lips to her soft, moist ones, then pulled away.

"If you like them, that's all that matters," Liu Tianxian said.

Many people were seeing Liu Tianxian for the first time; they found her unfamiliar but thought she seemed nice and lively.

The two laughed and dodged; everyone else smiled.

"But you have to wait until he finishes filming—men must prioritize their careers; you can't hold him back," Liu Tianxian was clear-eyed—she had never held Fang Hong's career back.

Liu Tianxian opened the script and read the story.

Liu Tianxian walked side by side with the Principal of Peking University, a dedicated photographer following them, recording and clicking his shutter—"click, click"—this outing was public.

She had also prepared herself; Fang Hong had given her advice on what she could and couldn't say.

She had experienced similar occasions before.

"Good," the Principal nodded. This girl was calm and composed, not the least flustered.

In truth, Liu Tianxian was nervous, but she kept silently reminding herself to remain calm and ordinary.

(End of Chapter)