Boss Yang's eyes sparkled as she told Chen Feng about the villainous character in the new play.
He was a pilot.
The most peculiar thing was that this pilot was Boss Yang's husband in the drama.
He was Pang Di's colleague.
He was Little A Yi's superior.
He also had emotional entanglements with three women.
And it was the most direct kind of entanglement.
He betrayed Boss Yang, cheated with Pang Di, and even lured Little A Yi into bed.
The ending wasn't good.
He ended up in jail.
Due to his mistake, he almost caused an air disaster.
So he ended up behind bars.
The character wasn't too charismatic, but Chen Feng had already set his sights on it.
Why?
Because he could fly a plane.
So, after Boss Yang finished describing the pilot's role, Chen Feng immediately decided, "That's the one."
Boss Yang was completely bewildered.
She looked at Chen Feng, utterly perplexed, "Why do you insist on choosing a minor role? While this minor role undeniably has excellent plot conflict, it... only has a month of screentime."
"That's enough."
Chen Feng smiled, "Let me put it this way: in my eyes, a good minor role is a hundred times better than a main character. A good minor role, as long as the plot is reasonably exciting and the conflicts are intense, can leave a profound impression on the audience. This is more appealing than those vulgar and clichéd main character setups. Understand?"
Boss Yang: "..."
Chen Feng continued to explain, "Boss Yang, do you like Xing Ye's movies?"
Boss Yang immediately nodded, "Yes."
"Then, Boss Yang, in Xing Ye's movies, who do you think leaves the deepest impression: the main characters or the various minor roles?"
Boss Yang: "..."
Huh?
The first image that came to mind when she heard this question was actually Jiang Bao.
His line, 'Landlady, why is there no water?' would be remembered for a lifetime.
That dreamy gaze, that half-exposed buttock...
Boss Yang shivered all over.
She seemed to have an epiphany.
She seemed to have captured a hint of the true essence of filmmaking.
Why does everyone now say, 'One Film Emperor in a year, one Xing Ye in a century, one supporting actor in a decade, one Uncle Da in a millennium'?
There's a reason for it.
Because the most qualified judge of a film or television work's quality is the audience.
Not capital.
Boss Yang was lost in thought.
Her 'mischievous' foot was still resting on the chair between Chen Feng's legs.
Chen Feng had also been so engrossed in discussing the role with her that he'd forgotten about it.
Now that they were done talking, he suddenly felt something strange below, looked down, and immediately broke out in a sweat.
This woman...
Her foot was still there?
Chen Feng frowned, extended two fingers, pinched her foot, and tossed it aside.
The moment his hand touched Boss Yang's foot, she trembled all over, her face instantly flushed, and she bit her lip, staring at Chen Feng.
There was too much story in her eyes.
And she didn't avoid it at all.
The atmosphere between them became ambiguous once again.
To break the awkwardness, Chen Feng picked up his teacup and smiled, "Come on, Boss Yang, if you have no objections, this pilot role is mine."
Boss Yang blinked.
Then she picked up her teacup and said softly, "If you like it, it's yours. But you'll have to explain to Boss Jiang later that it wasn't me who made you play a minor role."
"Don't worry, I'll tell her."
Chen Feng smiled casually, picked up his teacup, and drained it.
At the same time, the system's prompt finally sounded formally in his mind.
"Ding! Detecting the target role 'Pilot' that the host is about to portray. Congratulations to the host for becoming a true aircraft pilot."
"Congratulations to the host for mastering the piloting skills of various aircraft, including but not limited to passenger planes, fighter jets, helicopters, etc."
"Congratulations to the host for acquiring 'Super Hangar'."
"Note: The Super Hangar is automatically arranged at Yanjing International Airport. A luxurious private jet is refreshed annually. This year's refreshed private jet is a Gulfstream G500, priced at 44 million USD."
Hearing the prompt, Chen Feng was delighted.
His mood was ecstatic.
A private jet too?
And the private hangar was already arranged at Yanjing International Airport.
Chen Feng deeply trusted the system's power.
This arrangement was absolutely reasonable.
It was as if their family had become nouveau riche, and the system had even cured his grandfather's Alzheimer's.
Seeing Chen Feng's smiling face, with a naturally uninhibited sparkle in his eyes, Boss Yang was momentarily stunned.
Chen Feng's mysterious background already made her very curious.
Why did Jiang Pingting value this young man so much?
The more curious she was, the more fascinated she became.
The more fascinated she became, the more she fell.
Furthermore, she had actually made up her mind to make an exception today, so seeing Chen Feng in such a good mood, Boss Yang suddenly got up and walked over.
Chen Feng was taken aback.
He looked in surprise as Boss Yang's face rippled with spring tides, her eyes moist, and a hint of arrogant smile on her lips, as she walked over and directly squeezed into his arms.
She sat right on his lap.
At this moment, Chen Feng's goosebumps truly rose.
Nostalgia kills people.
Truly!
In a trance, Boss Yang's sparkling eyes and tightly pursed lips in front of him were just like Tang Xuejian from the depths of his memory sitting in his arms.
A pampered, willful, yet deeply affectionate young lady.
Boss Yang truly went all out, gently wrapping her arms around Chen Feng's somewhat dazed neck, and slowly lowering her head to look at him.
Their gazes completely intertwined.
Boss Yang whispered softly in a sweet, cooing voice that made one's soul itch, "Chen Feng, who exactly are you? Why do you know about Summer Fanghua? Why does Boss Jiang value you so much?"
Chen Feng: "..."
Boss Yang gently traced Chen Feng's ear with one finger, murmuring softly, "Silent? The more you are like this, the more curious I become about you."
Chen Feng: "Boss Yang, you're..."
Boss Yang smiled gently and whispered softly, "You said it before, be frank. Since you know about Summer Fanghua, you naturally understand the meaning of my behavior, right?"
Chen Feng: "..."
Boss Yang slowly leaned onto Chen Feng's body, her entire body soft, as if she had no strength left.
Her lips gently brushed against Chen Feng's ear, and she whispered sweetly, "A Yi was brought into the industry by me. I consider myself to know her very well."
"But ever since that night with you, she's been like a different person."
"She's become very rebellious."
"She doesn't want to listen to my arrangements."
"Chen Feng, what kind of man are you, that A Yi is so devoted to you?"
"What are your capabilities?"
"What exactly did you say to her?"
The flame in Chen Feng's heart had been completely ignited, burning through his entire body like a prairie fire, and completely burning away his rationality.
He gently embraced her.
Boss Yang's slender waist, which could be spanned by a hand, was now in his grasp.
Chen Feng, his voice hoarse, also leaned close to Boss Yang's ear, gently brushing her already flushed earlobe, and whispered, "I just told her that as long as there's a chance, I must take control of my own life. I don't want to be a puppet star who can't even decide what to wear when walking the red carpet."
Boss Yang: "..."
Chen Feng: "Boss Yang, does playing with fire feel good?"
Boss Yang trembled all over.
Chen Feng: "Boss Yang, I want to hear you admit with your own ears that you are a member of the Summer Fanghua Club. Come on, tell me."
Boss Yang furrowed her delicate brows, "Hmm, you... how can you be... so domineering? I'm already like this, and you're still... not satisfied?"
Chen Feng: "No, tell me yourself."
Boss Yang suddenly pushed Chen Feng away, looking directly into his eyes, her beautiful face flushed, her breathing hitched, her pearly teeth biting her lip, and after a long pause, she said sweetly, "I... am a member of the Summer Fanghua Club. And, I am a top Diamond member. I have the right to choose who I accompany. You, are my choice."
Chen Feng smiled.
Outside the window.
A strong wind suddenly rose.
Light and shadow flickered across the window, and two figures slowly merged into one.
Immediately after, a large hand pulled the curtains shut.
