The Book of All Things: Born for Joy

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Looking into Zhao Qianfan's intoxicated eyes, Li Zichun pulled him to sit on the sofa and said, "I'm telling the truth. I only have less than three years to live, to be precise, only two and a half years. Are you still willing to be with me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianfan simply hugged him tighter, stroked his head, and said, "Our love surpasses all others in the world."

Li Zichun was captivated by his sweet fragrance. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, blushed, and whispered, "I have no experience with this kind of feeling. You have to teach me."

Zhao Qianfan nodded and said, "Yes, I won't force you. You can decide for yourself."

Zhao Qianfan's breath brushed against his cheek, making Li Zichun's heart flutter. Feeling each other's desire, he could no longer hold back and directly ignited the fire in the ravine forest.

Two furnace-like bodies coiled together like snakes in a painting of Nuwa and Fuxi, without any order.

The night was deep, and the night passed in a flash.

Two days passed.

Three days passed just like that.

On the fourth day, Li Zichun couldn't take it anymore. After finally regaining some strength, he kicked Zhao Qianfan off the bed.

Men are indeed all beasts.

This beast, ouch, that hurts.

Even though this body had done such things before, it was still a bit hard to get used to it after so long.

Zhao Qianfan looked satisfied, as if she realized she had indeed gone a bit too far. Seeing his pained and exhausted face, she simply hugged him gently, not daring to make any further moves.

Seeing that he was behaving himself, Li Zichun didn't say anything. However, his body was out of control. When he felt signs of recovery in his back, he kicked him off the bed, sending him and his pillow crashing to the floor.

Zhao Qianfan swallowed hard, looking embarrassed, and didn't dare to speak.

For the next week, Li Zichun rested in bed, living a life of luxury where everything was done for him.

Zhao Qianfan gradually got used to sleeping on the floor at home. Although he would still sneak into the bed at night, without Li Zichun's permission, he would only cling tightly to her back and not dare to make any big movements.

Li Zichun turned a blind eye to this, and now he understood why the term "marital rape" existed. Men are all heartless bastards; you can't let your guard down.

The two of them lived their lives shamelessly, as if there was no difference between confessing and not confessing. Apart from those three days of indulgence, Li Zichun kept a close watch on him, and at most allowed him to kiss her twice.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye. But in this month, the music scene has undergone tremendous changes.

First and foremost, Li Zichun's disregard for official pronouncements was a major factor. Following the "entertainment industry cleaner" incident, Li Zichun naturally regained the copyrights to those songs and also reclaimed his status as a top-rated lyricist and composer. But how can one awaken someone who has lost heart? He was indifferent to the repeated calls for evaluation from the authorities. For a producer who single-handedly nurtured and cultivated a contemporary king of singers, the top-rated award was already dispensable.

Secondly, there were official personnel changes. Due to public opinion and overall development, Yi Ziqiang stepped down. Rumors circulated online that his recent "cleaning up" of the entertainment industry offended too many people and affected their interests, leading to his reassignment.

Thirdly, there's the natural curiosity about the activities of Zhao Qianfan and Li Zichun. Other winners of the "King of Singers" title would have their schedules fully booked for at least two years, but these two haven't made a public appearance in the past month. One is a rising star, the other a nationally acclaimed "Moon Queen," and they're a golden duo. The fact that there's not a single news story about them, whether in Beijing or Kowloon, inevitably raises questions.

Fourth, the powerful arrival of the Seven Returnees.

Li Zichun has never paid much attention to the rise of these new idols. The entertainment industry is a place where new people constantly surpass the old, and fame and fortune are just a few years of glory. In particular, the final development of the "Four Returned Sons" in his previous life made him not very fond of them.

Li Zichun watched quietly as their battle began, then settled into his little chair to watch the show.

Nevertheless, looking at this string of gourd brothers, Li Zichun couldn't help but admire Nuwa's aesthetic sense in creating humans. These seven were indeed God's perfect creations, their looks and dancing abilities were truly outstanding.

Fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs are standard requirements, but what's rare is the aura these people exude, making him feel that the entertainment industry has truly scoured up all kinds of "beauties": roguish charm, heroic spirit, handsome appearance, divine elegance, clear-headedness, fortitude, and gentleness.

Standing with these seven men, he seemed to see the ultimate direction men would take in life.

As netizens jokingly put it, if Zhao Qianfan were added, the "Eight Immortals of Beauty" would be complete.

Zhao Qianfan noticed he was a little jealous looking at the men, and Li Zichun, too lazy to argue, simply smiled and asked for his opinion of them. Zhao Qianfan glanced at them briefly: "Hmm, they're all pretty good."

Li Zichun chuckled and flicked his nose, saying, "You're not bad as good as me?"

Zhao Qianfan's survival instinct kicked in immediately, and he said with a smile, "How could they be as pretty as you? What are they? They're just wildflowers that suddenly grow by the roadside. You are the unattainable snow lotus."

Everyone appreciates kind words, and Li Zichun was no exception. He simply smiled and said, "These guys even said some harsh things to you. But then again, you're the only ones in the Chinese entertainment industry who can really fight back."

Zhao Qianfan, grinning, stepped forward and said, "Are you complimenting my looks?"

Looking at that smiling, handsome face and smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from him, Li Zichun pinched his cheek and said, "Hehe, that's right."

Li Zichun suddenly stepped forward and rubbed his nose against him, saying, "I want it now."

Zhao Qianfan was stunned for a moment, and wondered if he had misheard.

Seeing that he didn't react, Li Zichun became a little unhappy and got up to leave. Zhao Qianfan also came back to his senses from the shock. After taking a deep breath, he reached out and pulled him into his arms, saying with a grin, "You said it yourself."

After saying that, Zhao Qianfan swept him into her arms and rubbed his little nose against Li Zichun's chest, saying, "I'll do whatever you want."

Seeing Li Zichun blush with embarrassment, Zhao Qianfan carried him into the room.

Another sleepless night.

Another morning I couldn't get out of bed.

Another person who was so crushed that they couldn't move.

While the two were enjoying their passionate days in the small house in Kowloon Harbour, Li Ke had already recorded and released his album, "Four Seasons." Because of his relationship with Li Zichun, many friends in the entertainment industry helped to share it, and the album's sales soared. Of course, this was also because Li Zichun wrote both the lyrics and music.

The public is increasingly curious about this man who can still manipulate the entertainment industry while bedridden in Kowloon.