Chapter 036: Dr. Chen Fang (Please Bookmark and Recommend)

North Sea Dalan International, Apartment No. 1205.

The luxuriously furnished room contained many items not typically found in an ordinary home—various pieces of research equipment, for instance. From the look of it, this place resembled a laboratory far more than a residence. But for Chen Fang, it was home.

Dressed in pajamas, Chen Fang was humming the melody of "Peerless Grace," all the while busying herself with research data. While more than ninety percent of the population in Fama was likely glued to the news show "Military Celebrities Rebelling Against Political Celebrities," hosted by Le Xiaotian, Chen Fang belonged to the remaining ten percent.

After her heartbreak more than a month ago, Chen Fang had entertained thoughts of ending her life. She was exceptionally talented in music and dance, and in many other fields, but romance had always been her stumbling block. It wasn’t a matter of lacking emotional intelligence, nor could it be attributed to intellectual shortcomings; rather, her very identity seemed to doom her to certain romantic misfortunes.

Fortunately, Le Xiaotian had appeared, and his song "Peerless Grace" helped her rediscover herself and regain faith in love. She emerged from the shadow of her breakup, once again feeling the joys of life and the beauty of nature. Every day, she listened to Le Xiaotian’s "Perfect Myth" not for the stories of the Journey to the West, nor for the legendary songs, but simply to hear his voice.

Tonight, for reasons unknown, “Perfect Myth” was interrupted. Chen Fang paid it little mind; she only cared that, come tomorrow, she would hear Le Xiaotian’s voice again at the usual hour.

Just then, she heard urgent knocking at the door and anxious cries of "Dr. Chen" from outside.

Frowning slightly, Chen Fang quickly approached the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw more than a dozen well-dressed, anxious-looking individuals gathered outside. She pressed the intercom and asked, "What brings you here?"

Upon hearing her voice, the leader of the group presented his credentials and stated, "Dr. Chen, the situation is extremely urgent. Her Majesty requests your immediate presence at Lotus Television."

Seeing his identification, Chen Fang responded calmly, "Understood. Give me five minutes."

She returned to her bedroom to change out of her pajamas, donned a fitted suit, and finally put on her white lab coat. Since her makeup was already minimal, getting ready took little effort.

Once composed, Chen Fang left her home and accompanied the royal staff to the rooftop, where they boarded a helicopter. A female dance technician explained the situation and, seeing the city-wide mobilization in Beihai, Chen Fang realized something serious had happened.

Within minutes, the helicopter landed on the roof of Beihai Tower. Riding the elevator down, Chen Fang soon arrived at her destination: the nineteenth floor of Beihai Tower.

As she passed through the corridors, under the watchful eyes of the Lotus TV hosts and staff, she made her way past the control room. At last, she paused outside the live broadcast studio, her gaze fixed on the black-haired young man pacing back and forth, cigarette in hand.

Her body trembled slightly as she choked out, "Brother Xiaotian," and hurried toward him.

At that moment, everyone in the studio, control room, and corridor was stunned.

Without a word, Chen Fang rushed forward, threw her arms around Le Xiaotian, and kissed him.

What on earth was happening?!

Time itself seemed to freeze in that moment.

And it wasn’t only the bystanders who were dumbfounded—even Le Xiaotian, the man at the center of it all, was caught completely off guard.

Earlier, the Empress and General Ying had engaged in a brief yet profound conversation. Sensing the resolve in each other, their discussion abruptly ended. However, as soon as Ying Dengbo mentioned the "dance device" on air, panic swept across the nation.

Meanwhile, television stations everywhere—Wuchuan TV, Dalan TV, Yunluo TV, and countless others—received the news and began sharing the weight of the Lotus broadcast.

The epicenter of the panic was none other than the forty million citizens of Beihai.

That afternoon, following a coordinated plan, hundreds of thousands of specialized personnel—dance police and dance technicians—were mobilized for evacuation.

The Lotus broadcast entered a brief intermission.

Le Xiaotian had not expected, in the midst of this, to suddenly hear a familiar voice. In the next instant, a flash of white appeared before his eyes—Chen Fang was upon him, kissing him without hesitation.

He couldn’t tell whether her actions sprang from gratitude or something else, but Le Xiaotian didn’t dwell on such questions. He simply played along, secretly delighted.

A beauty in his arms, the scent of her lips, her soft, delicate presence—Le Xiaotian felt a surge of happiness. Truly, saving a life was worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. Oh, the joy of rescuing goddesses—one after another, all would be his to save!

A brief stunned silence was broken by Sun Yuzhen in the control room. She could not tolerate this any longer—especially since Le Xiaotian now had his arms around Chen Fang’s waist. If their embrace at first was involuntary, now it was anything but.

Amid the others’ attempts to restrain her, Sun Yuzhen shouted through the intercom, "Le Xiaotian, what do you think you’re doing?!"

Though she wanted to scold Chen Fang for her shamelessness—daring to kiss another woman's husband right in front of his wife—Sun Yuzhen bit her tongue. Both she and Chen Fang occupied unique positions in high society; such matters were not for the public to judge.

In Leqiu, where music and dance came first, business second, and academics third, actions that stripped away all masks and titles were the truest expressions of feeling—a kind of artistry beyond mere entertainment.

Thus, she could only scold her own husband.

Hearing her shout, Le Xiaotian snapped to attention, instantly coming to a decision. Even if tonight’s broadcast didn’t run until dawn, he absolutely would not go home to sleep; otherwise, he’d be consigned to kneeling on the washboard.

Perhaps it was Sun Yuzhen’s outburst that worked—at last, Chen Fang ended the kiss.

Her eyes shining with sincerity, she said, "Xiaotian, thank you for giving me life once more."

Gazing into Chen Fang’s bright eyes, seeing her earnest expression, Le Xiaotian suddenly understood—he had read too much into her gesture.

This kiss was nothing more than pure gratitude.

Realizing this, Le Xiaotian felt at ease. "Xiaofang, haven’t I told you? Bringing music and dance that offers solace to others is both my duty and my greatest gift. There’s no need to thank me. If you’re well, I’m content. I’m simply glad you didn’t let my efforts go to waste."

Ugh!

Outside the control room, Director Tang, Zhao Dezhu, the bearded man, Huang Qiang, Li Hongmei, Sun Yuzhen, Xiangxiang, Xiaomei, Qiuyan, Jiufeng and the other six beauties, together with more than a hundred and eighty Lotus TV hosts and staff, all groaned in unison.

Le Xiaotian, could you be any more shameless?

Who here doesn’t know what really happened back then? Even if your words aren’t wrong, at the time you were clearly doing it mostly for your own sake, weren’t you? And you’re "glad your efforts weren’t wasted"? Please! If the person kissing you had been an ugly woman rather than this beauty, you would have pushed her away in a heartbeat.

How hypocritical!

Facing a hundred scornful looks, Le Xiaotian simply ignored them.

He quickly adopted a serious expression. "Xiaofang, you’ve understood the situation, haven’t you? If so, let’s begin the broadcast at once."

Chen Fang nodded. "I know. Let’s get ready."