Chapter 112: Guess Who I Met?

Chen Fang knew Pang Tong was surprised, so he put on a surprised expression himself. “Fatty, is that really you? I thought there was a burglar in the house.”

In truth, Chen Fang remained quite calm inside.

To be honest, Pang Tong’s facial features weren’t bad at all.

Of course, his kind of handsomeness was different from Chen Fang’s. Chen Fang had a striking, unforgettable kind of good looks, whereas Pang Tong’s features were the type that grew more attractive the longer you looked—harmoniously proportioned and steadily handsome.

It was just that before, Pang Tong had been too overweight; the excess fat puffed out his whole face, obscuring his features.

Besides, Pang Tong was not short. Standing at 1.8 meters tall with such agreeable features, as long as he didn’t flash that lecherous grin, his image as the warm, boy-next-door type would remain intact.

The change overnight was astonishing.

Pang Tong sank into thought. Could his body have mutated? But he hadn’t been anywhere unusual lately, nor had he eaten anything strange. How could he suddenly mutate?

“Chen Fang, hit me once,” Pang Tong said, facing Chen Fang with a serious expression.

He suspected he was still dreaming after staying up late last night.

Smack!

A loud slap rang out.

Chen Fang used full strength.

In an instant, Pang Tong clutched his arm, grimacing in pain.

“You bastard, you used full strength to hit me!”

Pang Tong gasped sharply.

Chen Fang shrugged. Since Pang Tong had asked for it, he was going to enjoy letting off some steam.

After a moment, Pang Tong didn’t feel the joy he expected but instead grew worried. “Chen Fang, do you think I might have a terminal illness? I read online that people with terminal illnesses can suddenly lose a lot of weight.”

Chen Fang: .......

“Isn’t losing weight a good thing?”

“That means you don’t have to work out. Look, you even have muscles now.”

Chen Fang couldn’t explain further.

Anyway, he decided to stall for now.

Pang Tong lifted his shirt to take a look. Indeed, the outlines of chest and abdominal muscles were visible, though not very defined.

After a moment’s thought, Pang Tong hurried out the door. “Chen Fang, I’m going to the hospital for a checkup. You take care of your training and meals.”

Enough! He still couldn’t accept it.

Chen Fang felt helpless.

After breakfast, Chen Fang headed to the company. Wang Situ was already waiting for him early.

Just as Chen Fang was about to take Wang Situ to the clothing store to buy outfits for the evening’s performance, a serious problem occurred to him.

He had no money!

Only 31 yuan left in his card.

At most, he could buy a few pairs of underwear.

Who could he borrow from?

Was there any money coming in?

No. He had just withdrawn 30 million from the company’s funds two days ago. Asking for money again would be unreasonable.

Xiyuan Yuan was out of the question too.

Chen Fang couldn’t explain that either.

He glanced at Wang Situ beside him. She looked at Chen Fang with clear, naive college-student eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, still wearing the jeans from yesterday.

Uh...

Chen Fang had at least 31 yuan left.

Wang Situ’s card probably didn’t even have that much...

After all, her father was still in the hospital.

The daily hospitalization fees could easily consume all the money Wang Situ earned each day.

After hesitating, Chen Fang called Pang Tong. As soon as the call connected, Pang Tong’s excited voice came through.

“Chen Fang, the doctor said my body is very healthy, no problems at all.”

Nonsense!

What problems could Pang Tong possibly have?

At worst, some impotence or premature ejaculation from overindulgence.

“Fatty, how much money do you have now?” Chen Fang asked.

Pang Tong paused, then checked his card balance: “Over 300,000.”

It used to be more.

But Pang Tong had paid the restaurant rent and part of the renovation deposit, so only about 300,000 remained. All this was earned from the Kuaiyin short video platform.

“Transfer me 10,000.”

“I’ll pay you back.”

Ten thousand should be enough—just to buy clothes for two people.

Upon hearing this, Pang Tong transferred 50,000 immediately.

“This money is yours anyway since you earned it. What do you mean pay back? If anyone owes anyone, it should be me owing you.”

Worried Chen Fang might refuse, Pang Tong made an excuse and hung up quickly.

Looking at the notification of 50,000 received on his phone, Chen Fang shook his head. Three hundred thousand was far from enough to open a restaurant, especially since Pang Tong aimed for a mid-to-high-end place that would burn through money fast. Now he had transferred a sixth of it to Chen Fang—what was Pang Tong going to do next?

Still, Chen Fang believed in his own ability to earn money.

With that thought, Chen Fang felt somewhat relieved.

“Let’s go buy those clothes,” he said.

Wang Situ followed closely behind like a shadow.

The entire morning was spent selecting outfits.

Chen Fang chose a casual suit for himself and a form-fitting white cheongsam for Wang Situ.

The two long, flawless legs wrapped in the cheongsam’s swaying slit perfectly showcased the advantage of height. No matter what she wore, Wang Situ looked stunning, and with her ample bust, an elegant and cold allure immediately radiated from her.

After buying the clothes, they returned to the company.

Xiyuan Yuan was Chen Fang’s agent, responsible for managing his entire participation in the show.

After lunch, Xiyuan Yuan took Chen Fang and Wang Situ to the recording venue.

In the dressing room, Chen Fang wore a relaxed expression.

This stage wasn’t enough to make him nervous.

Wang Situ sat in a chair while the makeup artist touched up her makeup.

In her white cheongsam, Wang Situ’s figure was displayed in full glory.

One had to admit, Xiyuan Yuan was a bit envious.

Elegant.

Noble.

Cold and stunning.

All these adjectives perfectly described Wang Situ at that moment.

And truly, Chen Fang was quite the scoundrel for having such good taste in clothes.

Xiyuan Yuan glanced at Chen Fang, who suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Why did the temperature seem to drop suddenly?

Damn man!

Obviously used to buying clothes for women.

Xiyuan Yuan regained her composure and whispered, “Situ, are you nervous?”

“A little,” Wang Situ answered honestly, though mostly excited.

“With Chen Fang here, don’t be nervous. Whatever happens, Chen Fang’s got your back.” Xiyuan Yuan adjusted Wang Situ’s cheongsam hem. The patterns were beautiful. She decided she would buy one for herself after this was over.

Chen Fang rolled his eyes.

Good grief!

She was passing all the pressure onto him.

Tonight, Chen Fang was just a side player; the real star was Wang Situ.

Just as Zeng Yi said, what did the lyricist have to do with him?

He only had a few lines!

Chen Fang’s role was like Zeng Yi’s.

Chen Fang didn’t want the audience to focus too much on his performance but to put more attention on Wang Situ.

The whole afternoon, Wang Situ remained a bit nervous.

During that time, Xiyuan Yuan stepped out several times.

As Chen Fang and Wang Situ’s agent, she naturally had to communicate with the production team about the details of going on stage and fight for the widest possible performance space for the artists.

Soon enough, Xiyuan Yuan returned to the dressing room.

But her expression was strange.

Seeing this, Chen Fang asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“Guess who I ran into outside?”

“Who?”

“Ke Min.”

Ke Min???

Chen Fang thought that old woman had been temporarily sidelined. Unexpectedly, she was back causing trouble again.