She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

"Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Downstairs at Xingyu Media, Wen Yang didn't expect that Fang Li would actually show up at her door after she had only deliberately hung up on her to provoke her.

The two went into the coffee shop next door, ordered two drinks, and found a seat by the window.

Wen Yang laughed: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Fang Li feigned anger.

Wen Yang sighed, "Fine, fine, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?"

The waiter brought her coffee, and she took a sip before saying, "The publisher said the manuscript itself is of good quality, but the standards for publishing works are quite strict in all aspects, especially the three-stage review and proofreading process, which takes a lot of time."

“I consulted a friend who works in literature, and he suggested that we try releasing some articles on online platforms to generate buzz first, and then consider physical publication once we have accumulated a certain number of readers.”

"Even if the book can be published smoothly in the early stages, the later promotion and distribution will be a major problem. Without enough fans to support the book, who will buy it?"

Fang Li: "......"

“So,” Wen Yang looked at Fang Li tentatively, “I took it upon myself to screen a few reliable platforms and submitted your manuscript to them in your name.”

Fang Li was surprised: "It's already been submitted?"

"I voted."

"What about the platform...?"

"The platform..." Wen Yang deliberately kept everyone in suspense, sipping her coffee slowly as she said, "Of course they're very satisfied with your manuscript!"

Fang Li was both surprised and delighted, and Wen Yang was happy for her too: "You don't know, I selected three platforms in total, and all of them accepted my manuscript."

"In the end, I had someone do background checks on those companies and chose the one with the largest scale and the most fans. I gave them your contact information, and the platform editor should contact you in the next couple of days."

“Yangyang…” Fang Li didn’t know what to say. She had only asked her to help contact a publishing house, but she hadn’t expected that Yangyang had already done so much for her.

"hug."

Wen Yang slapped away her outstretched hand in disgust: "Don't touch me, it's so sticky and cheesy."

Fang Li wasn't angry at all. She smiled and leaned closer, saying, "You've helped me so much, how can I thank you?"

"You want to thank me?"

Fang Li nodded.

Wen Yang smiled meaningfully: "Wait here for me, I'll take you somewhere later."

-

When Fang Li got home, it was past midnight.

She never expected that Wen Yang's reward would be for her to accompany her to a newly opened male model club.

Wen Yang said that as a young single woman, she has the right to enjoy the services of one or more young single men.

He also said that he took her there not for any other reason than to let her know that the world is not just about Song Yuchen's momentary rottenness.

Lush green grass is everywhere, and she can choose whatever she wants.

Fang Li really wanted to tell Wen Yang that she was married, but if Wen Yang found out at this crucial moment that she was married but had kept it from her... she would strangle her.

Wen Yang seemed to have been suppressing her feelings for a long time, so she ordered eight muscular men to drink with her.

Fang Li was not fortunate enough to enjoy the wine and could only watch from afar with her glass in hand. However, the male models were unexpectedly enthusiastic, and no matter how she tried to avoid them, they always found various reasons to come over and persuade her.

Fang Li wanted to give Wen Yang the cold shoulder, but she was afraid of spoiling Wen Yang's mood. She was also afraid that if they drank too much, they would both get taken advantage of.

Especially when she looked at those tall and handsome male models, Han Xi's handsome and silent face would often pop into her mind.

She didn't know why, but she just felt inexplicably guilty.

But Wen Yang was here, and she couldn't leave on her own. She could only comfort herself by saying that this was Haicheng, not Han Xi's territory, and besides, she was just accompanying Wen Yang and hadn't done anything.

When the two came out, Wen Yang was so drunk that her tongue was practically slurred.

Fang Li was also a little dizzy, but fortunately she was still quite conscious. She managed to call a designated driver and take Wen Yang home before returning.

It was too late; Grandpa had already gone to bed.

Fang Li staggered barefoot back to her room, closing the door as she took off her clothes.

When she got to the bedside, she had already taken off all but her underwear.

Fang Li collapsed onto the bed, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She felt the effects of the alcohol rapidly rising within her.

She reached for her phone, opened it, and, with her last shred of consciousness, sent Wen Yang the photos she wanted.

-

Beijing.

Han Xi had just finished a multinational video conference and was leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest, feeling a little tired.

The next moment, the phone on the table suddenly dinged.

He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, reached out and took it, only to see two unread messages in the chat box at the top.

The fatigue of the whole day vanished in an instant.

A hint of tenderness appeared in Han Xi's eyes as he opened Fang Li's chat window, but his expression froze the next moment.

Two photos.

He clicked on each picture one by one, and apart from the two women in the middle who were laughing happily, the screen was full of half-naked men.

Han Xi's brows furrowed and his expression turned icy cold. He immediately made a video call.

Fang Li felt very dizzy, and as she lay on the bed, her consciousness gradually drifted away.

She wanted to sleep but felt very uncomfortable, and felt nauseous but couldn't vomit.

She was torn between drowsiness and wakefulness. Even when her phone rang beside her pillow, her consciousness told her to answer it, but she couldn't reach it.

After a long time, Han Xi was about to have someone book a flight to Haicheng when the other end finally answered.

As soon as the call connected, the screen was filled with faces.

Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were so vibrant they looked almost blood-red.

Han Xi stopped asking the question that was on the tip of his tongue, and instead asked with concern, "Where are you? Why did you drink so much?"

"Han Xi?" Fang Li narrowed her eyes, thinking she was dreaming.

She chuckled softly, "I heard your voice. How did you end up in my dream?"

Han Xi frowned: "You're drunk. Give me an address and I'll have Xu Fangye pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Fang Li stared blankly, then suddenly raised her phone and shook it from side to side: "I... Phew~ I'm home, I'm at home, I..."

Her slender figure sank into the soft bedding, flashing by in an instant.

But the person opposite could still clearly see her slender waist and smooth, fair legs.

"I'm at home......"

boom.

The phone slipped from my hand and landed on the bed.

Fang Li was in a daze. She reached out and grabbed it twice but failed. Her eyelids closed heavily.

The room was quiet, with only two alternating breaths.

One came from Fang Li on the bed, and the other came from the man on the other side of the video.

Han Xi gripped his phone tightly, his mind replaying the scene he had just witnessed.

His deep eyes were filled with a dark undercurrent, while the roots of his ears, hidden on the side of his face, gradually turned red.

His gaze was fixed on the cherry-pink bed curtains in the video, as he listened quietly to the faint breathing, its gentle rise and fall.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The entire Han family mansion had already closed for the night. The sound of water dripping could be heard from the innermost room on the third floor, and it gradually stopped after more than half an hour.

However, although the sound of water stopped, some people were destined to have a sleepless night.