Chapter 308: Let's wait and see

"What smell?"

Lin Feng moved close to Han Xiang, twitched his nose, furrowed his brow, and said.

"I told you! The clothes are dirty, yet you insist I wear them."

Han Xiang said and turned around, wanting to change her clothes.

Although it was winter, she still sweated a bit while performing on stage.

Lin Feng grabbed her, held her in his arms, and said: "I'm talking about the fragrance. As the ancients said, a beauty's fragrant sweat—indeed it's true!"

Only then did Han Xiang realize that Lin Feng had just been joking with her.

"I want to watch you dance, just like on stage."

Lin Feng whispered in Han Xiang's ear.

Han Xiang let out an "en".

The living room was big enough; Han Xiang waved her sleeves and started dancing.

She has been practicing dance and jujutsu frequently these past six months.

The ligaments in all her joints have been stretched.

So her body is very flexible.

Even Tang Mi, who practices martial arts, can't compare in this regard.

Her dance posture is graceful; with a lift of her leg, she can easily rest her leg on Lin Feng's shoulder.

Leaning back, she can still support herself with both hands on the ground.

Afterward, she broke out in a fragrant sweat again.

Lin Feng held her and whispered: "Practicing these can easily hurt the body; excess is as bad as deficiency."

"En!"

Han Xiang nodded lazily in agreement.

Dong dong~

The door was knocked.

Lin Feng got up and opened the door.

Song Jiaren returned.

This little clever ghost, timing it just right.

Han Xiang went back inside and changed out of the costume she wore for last night's performance.

Having just sweated, she then ran off to take a shower.

When she came out after changing clothes, her phone rang.

Seeing an unknown number, Han Xiang answered on speakerphone.

"Miss Han, sorry to disturb you on Lunar New Year's Day; could we schedule a time for an interview?"

A woman's very confident voice came from the phone.

"Who are you?"

Han Xiang asked.

The woman laughed and said: "It's you, Miss Han; if it were anyone else, hearing my voice would tell them who I am."

Lin Feng raised his hand, swiped across the screen, and hung up the call directly.

Then he added the number to the blacklist.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows and said: "From now on, when encountering such nonsensical people, just hang up the phone."

Han Xiang nodded.

Song Jiaren then spoke up: "Mom, will you get pregnant?"

"Huh?"

Lin Feng and Han Xiang looked at Song Jiaren together.

Song Jiaren said: "When I become a big star in the future and often go out to film, Mom, without me you'll feel lonely."

I've thought about it carefully while on the swing just now; Mom, you should have another baby! Don't worry, whether it's a brother or sister, I won't hit them.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

What is this little clever ghost thinking about all day?

Seeing her serious little expression, she really seems to have given it careful thought.

Han Xiang laughed and said: "Mom won't have another baby; having you is enough. Mom also needs to go out and film often!"

Besides, after having a baby, this figure will change, and the belly will become unattractive.

"Really?"

Song Jiaren had never heard this before.

Han Xiang nodded.

"Well then... let's not have a baby! Anyway, I'll be filial to you and Dad."

After saying that, she kissed Lin Feng on the cheek, then kissed Han Xiang on the cheek.

After eating lunch and taking a nap, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Lin Feng, Han Xiang, and Song Jiaren prepared to go out.

First go shopping, then see a movie.

Han Xiang didn't bundle herself up like other female stars, nor did she wear big sunglasses on her face for fear of being recognized.

She pulled her hair up, using miraculous makeup techniques to make her face look somewhat different.

Song Jiaren had it easier: she just put on a big hat and wore a mask.

Three people took the elevator downstairs.

Just as they were about to get in the car, a curly-haired woman walked over.

Aimed at Lin Feng, Han Xiang, and Song Jiaren, she pressed the shutter.

The camera also had a flash.

Lin Feng waved his hand.

Two female Biao Biao immediately stepped forward, snatched the camera from the woman's hand.

She took out a memory card from inside and snapped it in half.

"Compensate her!"

Lin Feng said something, opened the rear seat of the knight, and held Song Jiaren onto the seat.

Han Xiang glanced at the female reporter, then got into the passenger seat.

After retrieving her digital camera, the female reporter walked up to Lin Feng, smiling and said, "Mr. Lin, you are indeed the sponsor of the Korean beauty!"

"Who are you?"

Lin Feng frowned and asked.

Upon hearing her voice, he knew it was the woman who had previously called Han Xiang.

The woman introduced herself: "I'm Zhang Xin, currently doing self-media. Of course, I'm certified."

Lin Feng nodded, opened the car door and got in.

Zhang Xin leaned against the car window, smiling and said, "Mr. Lin, I have to expose this for you and Miss Han!"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Please go ahead!"

Saying that, Lin Feng closed the car window.

Zhang Xin loudly said, "Unless you let me do an episode of a special feature interview on Miss Han, otherwise I'll stick with you!"

Lin Feng pressed the window button again, smiling and said, "Do as you please, report however you want. But one thing: your report must be factual; if you distort facts, mix in personal likes and dislikes, attack and insult, harming my and Han Xiang's reputation, then I'll be sorry, and you may not be able to bear the consequences."

Zhang Xin smiled slightly, "I only proposed a small condition, not too much, right?"

Lin Feng said, "Your behavior is excessive; are you overconfident? You dare threaten me?"

Zhang Xin's mouth corner twitched up.

She wanted to laugh, but soon couldn't.

Because a gun was already pressed against her forehead.

Zhang Xin was frightened, stunned like a wooden chicken.

Lin Feng pulled the trigger.

The muzzle sprayed a stream of cold water, dousing Zhang Xin's face.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "It's Jiaren's toy water gun."

Saying that, he made a shooting motion toward Zhang Xin.

Until Lin Feng drove the car away, Zhang Xin only then came to her senses.

Just now she was indeed frightened.

It wasn't that toy gun, but Lin Feng's eyes full of killing intent.

"Lin Feng, Han Xiang, we'll see!"

After throwing down that harsh remark, Zhang Xin quickly walked to her own sedan.

After opening the car door and getting in, she slammed the car door shut.

Next, she picked up her phone and made a call.

After the call connected, Zhang Xin said, "Brother, someone pointed a gun at my head..."

After she finished speaking, laughter came from the phone: "They scared you with a toy gun; you'd better not do self-media, the family isn't short of money to support you, why insist on doing these messy things."

"Brother~"

Zhang Xin elongated her nasal tone.

"Alright alright! I'll help you settle this, okay?"

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhang Xin broke into a smile, looking pleased with herself.