Chapter 609: Sister Fei Wants 20 Kisses

Several general managers were stirring up the crowd, livening up the atmosphere and making the place bustling with energy.

People from afar also came over to watch the commotion.

After all, many nearby were big shots; coming here let them get to know the general managers, boost the crowd's energy, and build connections.

"Principal, can't you write one?" said Zhang Nan.

"It's not that I can't write it—let me be clear, I definitely can create one—but my wife is too beautiful and gentle; ordinary poetry can't express her outer beauty or her virtuous inner grace." Fang Hong spoke seriously, then laughed at himself as he kept going.

In truth, he couldn't write one—he had no classical poems to reference; reciting them was one thing, but composing was another.

Liu Tianxian covered her face, shoulders shaking with mirth, utterly delighted.

Those present burst into laughter—the Principal was truly a master of bluffing; he clung to his pride and even used his wife as a shield.

They believed the Principal couldn't compose a poem or verse with Liu Tianxian's name as the theme.

Liu Xiaoli and Xu Liyun, the elder family members over there, had noticed the commotion and were smiling and watching, but didn't move to join—they knew weddings had to be lively.

If it wasn't lively, it wasn't festive, and it lost all meaning.

The wedding night pranks were the same—they were all for the sake of fun and noise.

"We don't expect you to write a timeless masterpiece—just something decent, something everyone can accept."

Zhang Yiming added, offering him an out: "But if you can't write one, we won't pressure you—just kiss her. One kiss, and we're done."

"Yeah, kiss her!" Others immediately cheered—compared to poetry, watching someone kiss was far more exciting.

"I can kiss him, but after we kiss, you won't bother my husband anymore, right?" Liu Tianxian stood by her man, knowing he had no such talent—he was just bluffing.

So she stepped in to shield him.

"Absolutely no more pressure, no alcohol for him—but don't you dare fake it. We need a real lip-to-lip kiss."

That was Lei Bus speaking—he clapped his hands together, a normally serious man, yet his words and gestures were anything but.

In private, Lei Bus was quite relaxed—he could talk anyone into anything and never left his cigarettes or alcohol; that's how he'd gotten so far—this country runs on drinking-table culture, impossible to avoid.

Few people could be like the Principal, with foresight knowing exactly what to do—most were just fumbling forward.

His words triggered a chorus of "Ooooh!" from the crowd. Yu Xian had also come over to watch, shouting loudly: "Kiss her!"

"Alright, watch closely—don't back out after." Liu Tianxian turned to Fang Hong, puckered her lips, and moved in to kiss him.

"Wait!"

Fang Hong raised his hand to stop her. "We'll kiss at home—no kissing for an audience."

That made Liu Tianxian blush and smile.

"If you won't kiss, then write the poem—but don't just make nonsense. It needs depth and meaning. We won't accept anything half-baked, right?" Zhang Yiming looked around, shutting down any idea the Principal could bluff his way through.

"Right!" Others nodded in agreement.

No one believed the Principal could write a poem themed on Liu Tianxian's name—it was too hard. In the end, they'd still have to kiss.

"I can write a poem—but I'll make one thing clear: if I write it, you all drink." Fang Hong said.

The area was packed three layers deep with onlookers, all watching how this drama would unfold.

Donna and Lao Zha said nothing, just chuckled as they observed Chinese customs—so different from the West, and quite amusing.

Here, everyone had dropped their guard and their status, making the scene even livelier!

"Fine—if you write something decent, not just one glass, we'll get drunk here today." Lei Bus spoke generously, betting he couldn't do it.

Everyone else turned to the Principal, waiting for his reply.

"Alright, listen up—I'm about to unleash my ultimate move." Fang Hong said.

The crowd burst into "Hahahaha!" laughter—the Principal was quite the joker.

Liu Tianxian asked: "Can you really write one?"

"Of course I can. You can doubt my character, but never my talent."

Fang Hong leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Just thought of it."

Liu Tianxian smiled, full of anticipation.

No matter what the poem was, if they didn't accept it, she'd accept it—everyone had said it was written for her. If she approved, it would shield her husband.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Someone, seeing the Principal was about to begin, signaled for silence.

Fang Hong paused, looked at Liu Tianxian, and recited the first line slowly: "Liu's daughter is beautiful as!"

Those present listened and watched—this line was passable—it described Liu Tianxian's beauty.

Liu Tianxian gazed softly at her husband.

"She can wield a sword, she can brew tea!" Fang Hong recited the second line, striking a sword-wielding pose.

This line made sense—it portrayed Liu Tianxian as both cultured and martial, well-rounded.

Combined with the first line, it showed Liu Tianxian was not only beautiful but also gifted in many arts.

Fang Hong paused briefly, then continued: "Lightly regards fame and fortune, heart stays distant!"

The crowd was taken aback—the Principal truly had talent. This line carried depth: it depicted Liu Tianxian as indifferent to fame and wealth, transcendent, unswayed by worldly chaos, maintaining a serene detachment.

Zhang Yiming and Zhang Nan exchanged glances—they feared the Principal might actually get away with it.

The first characters of the first three lines were Liu, Yi, and Fei—fulfilling the requirement of using her name.

Now it all hinged on whether the final line would land well.

Liu Tianxian's expression remained unchanged, her eyes clear as water.

"She smiles as wind and clouds turn to magic!" Fang Hong finished the final line.

Instantly, applause erupted—"Clap, clap, clap!"—along with cheers: "Brilliant poem! Brilliant poem!"

"Principal is awesome! Wrote an amazing poem!" someone shouted.

The uncle at the other table had also noticed and smiled at the relatives: "Didn't realize Xiao Fang had such literary flair."

His impression of Fang Hong was of a brute—tough and straightforward, perhaps thoughtful, but utterly unrelated to literary talent.

This final line portrays Liu Tianxian as maintaining a light-hearted and optimistic attitude toward the world's changes and complex interpersonal relationships.

No matter how the world changes, she simply watches the show—unmoved!

The poem has no deep meaning and is somewhat humorous, but it perfectly captures Liu Tianxian's character: the first two lines speak of her multifaceted talents, the last two of her attitude toward the world.

"Isn't that the truth!" her aunt nodded.

Liu Xiaoli and Xu Liyun said nothing, listening as relatives praised Fang Hong, their faces still smiling with a hint of pride.

Others at nearby tables were watching too, including An Shaokang's table, who discussed how their son-in-law was quite talented, and An Shaokang himself wore a look of satisfaction.

He had initially thought the boy had a bit of a rough edge, but never expected him to improvise such poetry—he clearly understood his daughter well.

Everyone present assumed Fang Hong couldn't compose anything, yet he delivered quite well; even Zhang Nan said, "I thought the Principal couldn't do it."

Not only did she think so, most people here thought the same—including Liu Tianxian herself hadn't expected it. Watching others clap, cheer, and praise her husband, her smile deepened, warmth rising inside her.

Though she wasn't as sublime as Fang Hong's poem suggested, she still felt glad.

Because this was precisely the mindset she sought.

"That's your mistake—you have a deep misunderstanding of my talent. I've always said, it's not that I can't write poetry, but such verses don't suit my wife. My wife deserves a timeless masterpiece to even slightly match her. Unfortunately, I lack such talent in this lifetime." Fang Hong feigned a sigh.

"Oh, you've gone far enough!" Liu Tianxian pouted, unable to bear his boasting.

A little puffing is fine; too much and it gets awkward!

Zhang Nan nodded repeatedly with a smile, saying "Yes," and everyone else chuckled—the Principal could only be tamed by Liu Tianxian.

Without Liu Tianxian, his bragging could blow up to the heavens—especially since Fang Hong was genuinely happy today.

In truth, Fang Hong had crafted the poem based on Liu Tianxian's experiences, expending considerable mental effort; the poem wasn't rigorous nor deeply evocative.

But to have created it at all was remarkable—it proved true love. No one else could have inspired Fang Hong to write it.

"Good, good—this poem is well composed, evocative, and passes the test," Zhang Yiming praised.

"Although the Principal has passed, Liu Tianxian, shouldn't you compose a poem too? One dedicated to the Principal," Lei Bus and Zhang Yiming chimed in, shifting the focus to Liu Tianxian.

In his past life, these two had competed fiercely for talent—specifically for Zhou Shouzi, an exceptionally capable man.

"Huh? Me?" Liu Tianxian was startled—how could she possibly write one?

"Yes, you two should compose poems for each other. The Principal's done—now it's your turn," Zhang Lidong joined in.

"Drink your wine first. We agreed: I write poetry, you drink," Fang Hong deflected for Liu Tianxian.

"Drinking's nothing."

Lei Bus raised his cup, and everyone else raised theirs, clinking glasses together.

As they tilted their heads to drink, Fang Hong seized Liu Tianxian's hand and ran off—no more nonsense; if they kept this up, they'd all pass out here.

The crowd didn't stop them, instead clearing a path, all laughing softly.

"Hey hey, these two really just ran off!" Lei Bus set down his cup—by then, the couple had already moved to the next table.

But they all just smiled and let it go; they knew it was enough, no need to push further—it wasn't just about their table.

Others dispersed too, some gathering at the next table to keep watching.

The next table consisted of entertainment industry executives: Tianyu's Long Danni, Huanrui's Zhong Junyan, Xinli's Cao Huayi—all company bosses.

Da Wang Zong had already left, not present here.

The people at this table didn't pressure them; they drank a toast, exchanged polite words about possible collaboration, and that was enough.

After all, they weren't close to this couple—came only to show support. Long Danni had never met them before; they'd only spoken on the phone.

The next table included He Song's Li Xue, Li Bailian, Liu Tianwang, Xiang Tai's family, Huang Jiaozhu and his wife, Fang Long and his son, among others.

The table could seat twenty easily—all were prominent figures in the entertainment industry.

The two foolish sons stared at Liu Tianxian a little longer, their lingering thoughts fading now—they'd heard and seen how formidable the Principal was.

In fact, their elders had once wanted to introduce Liu Tianxian to them, but she had no interest.

"Thank you all for coming to support us. If anything was lacking, please forgive us. Any past grievances—this toast erases them all," Fang Hong wiped the slate clean.

Many things had happened before—not just with him, but Liu Tianxian had also interacted with them.

"Good!" Fang Long affirmed firmly.

Everyone stood, raising their cups, clinking them together; Liu Tianwang, Huang Jiaozhu, and others said, "Congratulations on your wedding."

"Thank you," Liu Tianxian replied.

In truth, there was little to say—everyone was at this level; much could simply vanish into thin air.

On the way to the next table, Liu Tianxian noticed her husband's face was flushed, slightly drunk, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Fang Hong said.

"If you can't hold it, tell me—don't force yourself," Liu Tianxian worried.

"I can hold out. All night," Fang Hong held up one finger, pointing it upward before his face.

Liu Tianxian covered her mouth and laughed, swatting him—so unserious.

The place was chaotic; no one heard their hushed words.

The next table was Yu Tu's people—all leadership and frequent collaborators.

Including Yu Xian, Chen Zhixi, Yao Qi, Shi Zhi Mao, Meng Jun, Wang Ran, Bao Jinjin, Lu Dabo, Jiao Huajing, Wen Muye, Han Jia Nü, Chen Sicheng, Guo Fan, Lu Yang.

Yu Xian hadn't seen them in a long time and took the chance to catch up.

"Hello!" Liu Tianxian approached, feeling relaxed here.

Fang Hong stood behind Yu Xian, his hand resting on his shoulder.

"Let's settle this: are you two going to toast everyone one by one, or just kiss? Decide now—if you kiss, we won't bother you further; you can move on to other tables. If not, you'll toast each of us individually—we're not as easygoing as the others."

Yu Xian turned to look at them, doing what Zhang Yiming's table had failed to do.

Everyone else watched them with smiling faces.

"Honestly, kissing's no big deal—I kiss my husband. But with just you people here? You don't even need my husband to show up. I alone can drink all of you under the table," Liu Tianxian said casually, boldly.

"Yo, Sister Fei's gonna take on all twenty of us — how arrogant!"

Yu Xian slammed the table hard, planted his foot on the chair, looking ready to fight Liu Tianxian to the end, and barked: "Come on, I'll go first — today I'm gonna see them kiss no matter what, not even Jesus can stop me."

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst out laughing.

The place livened up again; more spectators came to watch the show, and murmuring rose — wondering what was about to go down.

Hearing that Liu Tianxian was going to fight twenty, they started egging her on again.

(End of chapter)