I am not Ximen Qing.

The female best friend eventually fell in love with the hairdresser despite everything, and the hairdresser lost interest in her and returned to the arms of the delinquent girl.

Why are you treating me like this? Didn't you swear you would only love me?

While the hairdresser was showering, she secretly looked at his phone; the contents were utterly obscene. When he came out, she seemed to have chosen to forgive him again, throwing herself into the embrace of his masculine body, enjoying his exquisite love and affection.

"I love you, but you don't completely belong to me. It would be so much better if we were both free. I can't help it."

"I gave everything."

“I also gave everything, but I can’t just abandon her. I don’t care about your husband when she’s so desperate.”

"What do you mean? You regret it?"

"You can't ignore her existence. I've already given you enough face."

"She called me a slut, a shameless slut."

"We're all jerks, but I like this feeling of jealousy and rivalry, that's what makes it exciting."

It seems that after he made their relationship clear, the hairdresser didn't care at all that the young woman and she were together. This kind of love and romance is indeed quite exciting. Two women, more than ten years apart in age, fighting over one man only made her love him even more madly. Sometimes, to maintain this illicit affair, she even chose to compromise. Despite this dangerous relationship, her husband didn't change at all, nor did he notice that she had become increasingly fond of dressing up.

"What should we do, Jingjing?"

"You need to think more positively. So what if you have one more rival in love?"

"Yes! I can't stand it."

"But he didn't lie to you."

"Jingjing, do you love your husband?"

"Of course I love him. I have never betrayed him in spirit."

"This doesn't seem to be my situation."

"You must never get into a dangerous romantic relationship. The hairdresser did nothing wrong; he knows you too well."

"But why don't I have any feelings for my husband at all?"

"This is the true meaning of marriage: living together doesn't necessarily mean loving each other, and that's the charm of love and romance."

"But you love your husband."

"I just like excitement, finding the sensory stimulation I want."

"Then who am I?"

"Stop running away. You've always been this way. No one can change you. You're still the same person you were before. You lived in the illusion of love and romance in the past, but now you live in the real world. But your lover is too young, and it's not fair to him. Don't worry too much about his past or present. Just enjoy the happiness of love in the present. All relationships will eventually vanish and become empty. You will miss the secret hidden in your heart."

"How are you and that guy doing now?"

"It's just a pure friendship. I can't believe we're really cut from the same cloth. I'd like to introduce him to my cousin."

How is your cousin doing now?

"Don't even mention it, it was like being in hell. I was hoping he would take over."

"Did he agree?"

"My cousin ran away as soon as we met."

"Jingjing, you've really gone too far with this idea. Don't you think about what would happen if he married your cousin, and then you two would become the sister-in-law and... how messy that would be."

"What's the big deal? On the contrary, the more you do that, the less likely anything will happen."

Song Yu was often surprised that he and Jing had become pure friends, which was a bit funny, but it was a new type of relationship between a man and a woman.

"It's ironic that love and romance have turned out like this," he often joked to his friends.

"You will never understand what girls are thinking or what they need."

When girls reveal their secret world to boys, it's not just about physical intimacy; it only proves that they've found some resonance and love in this lonely and empty world, a place to vent their emotions, and sometimes they can't understand why their husbands or wives are so heartless and ungrateful to each other.

"How about you give me some advice?"

"Why do you need me to come up with ideas again? It's too difficult."

"But after thinking about it for a long time, I realized that none of them are objective; they're all too arbitrary. Only you can be fair."

But what am I anyway?

"A part of my thoughts."

"Stop flattering me, I don't even understand what's wrong with me."

"I've been dumped again."

"Not only did I experience heartbreak, but I almost became a bridge between women's marriages and love lives. They all left me, yet they still regarded me as the person they trusted most."

"It's complicated enough. You can't give them the security they need, but they actually crave the feeling of insecurity. You're like a reference point, allowing them to return to a life where they feel safe. Why?"

"Just live! Life eventually returns to the mundane world, and no one can do anything about it. What can we do? We can't share each other's spirit and thoughts. Love and affection are actually quite selfish."

"How pitiful! Perhaps one day we'll meet, but it will feel like we've never met before. How cruel!"

"Perhaps I remember, perhaps I forget completely, and ultimately none of it will remain."

"This doesn't seem to be your idea."

"Do you think we still belong to ourselves? We are all part of the world, and our thoughts and ideas are part of the world, but also part of the old world. Aren't our ideas just things that existed in books or heard in the past? Where is the independent spirit of thought?"

"Sometimes I feel quite confident, but it's all an act."

"It turns out that it's not what it seems at all; it's just a vague and illusory existence, utterly meaningless."

"This is indeed a tragedy for modern humans. You're quite brave."

"What's the use of being brave? In the end, it's all just a cycle."

"Yes, it's repeating the same old pattern."

"You'll find that there's no way to change it; that's the crux of the problem, and no one can escape it." 7.

"There's nothing new about it."

"Indeed, there is no longer a Garden of Eden on Earth."

"Because God is full of disappointment in mankind."

Yang Yulei is currently holding a campus concert on a university campus. He has finally escaped the abyss of divorce, at least proving that he is not Ximen Qing (a notorious womanizer in Chinese folklore known for her infidelity). It seems that his worries about his ex were unnecessary; she wasn't as he imagined. He overestimated his own importance. In reality, his ex wasn't so vulnerable or fragile.

In their personal and professional lives, Yang Yulei and Song Yu have had many interactions. They work and collaborate on numerous internet film, television, and music projects, providing the goddess with a wealth of high-quality content. He has met many girls eager to become famous, and his studio's artist agents tailor-make works specifically for them. This comprehensive service includes not only songwriting but also scriptwriting and post-production filming.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are known for their beautiful women, and West Lake is not only associated with Bai Juyi and Su Dongpo, but also with the stories of Xi Shi, which are an integral part of West Lake culture. Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi have the most stories associated with West Lake and have left behind timeless masterpieces of poetry. She is a goddess of beauty in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and because she desperately wants fame, she is also a client of Yang Yulei's company. Yang Yulei, after much deliberation, decided that besides serving as an artist agent for his company, the goddess also needed a heroic rescue, like Song Yu's. Why is Song Yu's relationship with Yang Yulei so deep? It's because of Yang Yulei's help in constantly introducing beautiful women to him, requiring a hero like Song Yu to protect him. Song Yu's passionate admiration for the goddess is the deepest in the world. Using the goddess to captivate Song Yu's heart, he would stop at nothing for her; men are all Don Quixotes of love and romance, and for beautiful women, they would charge into battle.

"Well, the expenses are a bit over budget. We need to find sponsors."

"Sponsorship what? I'm just a sponsor, how much budget?"

"You haven't changed at all."

"I'm also looking for a celebrity, just in case she becomes famous."

"That's the right way to think about it; you can have both beauty and money."

"Therefore, you have to invest first to reap the rewards."

That's right. Song Yu didn't care how much investment was involved in the beauties and goddesses. After Yang Yulei negotiated with the goddesses and goddesses, such a thing actually happened. The sponsors would contribute part of the funding, and the beauties and goddesses would contribute the rest. The funding for creating stars was completely solved.

Ouyang Xue was in charge of writing the lyrics. His fans were also his lovers. The chubby female screenwriter was both his lover and his mentor; he discovered Ouyang's existence in a nightclub. The romantic girl's liking for a male singer was perhaps less accurate than saying she fell in love with Ouyang Xue. Driven by the desire to free Ouyang Xue from his misery, she recommended him to Yang Yulei as a future prince of love songs. In truth, the chubby girl knew that Ouyang Xue's ambition to make a name for himself in the music industry was impossible—perhaps in his next life. Forget fame for now; let Ouyang Xue feel like the great Virgin Mary of Notre Dame, like the beautiful Gypsy Esmeralda, and him like the ugly bell-ringer Quasimodo.

It can only be said that the female screenwriter's distorted romantic imagination exaggerated her beautiful image. Romance, indeed, not only opened her heart but also brought them together. Only after spending time in nightclubs would one become like a rock veteran. Singers probably all dream of having wealthy women's sponsorship.

In the recording studio, Song Yu became the executive producer—Yang Yulei's idea, to give Song Yu the right to interact with the beautiful goddesses. Ouyang Xue played the piano while instructing the goddesses on how to keep up with the rhythm and showcase their singing voices.

"You're perfect, you're perfect, you know what? You're the one I'm going to sign."

"That's great!"

"Of course, of course."

Song Yu's exaggerated expression was neither surprise nor admiration; he was actually spouting a falsehood. Yang Yulei was practically bursting with laughter. Indeed, that was exactly what Song Yu was thinking.

"That's really terrible. His timbre, vocal range, and even rhythm are not cut out for singing."

Even so, he still made a CD of the beautiful goddess's music and listened to it repeatedly, hoping to understand what she was thinking. "How beautiful it is, so perfect."

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

It's Song Yu having a dialogue with himself. Spending every day chatting about music with beautiful women and goddesses is a waste of time, a squandering of youth. Being able to spend time with beautiful women and goddesses is the ultimate goal.

"This piece of music is so romantic, it could be used as a theme song."

"really?"

"Of course, whether we compose the music first or create an original piece, that will save us from copyright issues."

"and then?"

"Then I'll move on to the next step: making the movie."

The second installment of Song Yu's trilogy on seducing women is now a movie. The female screenwriter and lead actress have cast an old man to play the role of the mentally challenged father.

"I'm so touched, I feel like crying."

"That's just a script, about when Dad gets old."

"There is no care, no love."

"It is very educational."

The obese female screenwriter smiled knowingly. She understood Song Yu's method of picking up girls, which was the same as her method of picking up Ouyang Xue. They were both the same kind of people. On the contrary, Yang Yulei found it very interesting.

"You're incredibly impressed, but she's a difficult girl."

"I don't care what she's like, she'll definitely become my woman."

"Never make the same misjudgment as me."

"By the way, how is she?"