During the day.
The warm sunlight shone into the house.
There were too many calls — Zhang Ye had switched off his phone.
The information on the internet was too messy — Zhang Ye had also disconnected from the internet.
He went to the living room to get a pot of water, a teacup and some Pu 'er tea leaves. He returned to his room and sat by the bay window to bask in the sun. He brewed a cup of Pu' er tea for himself. As he swirled the cup and smelled the tea, Zhang Ye took a light sip and sipped the tea. His eyes were looking at the scenery of the garden downstairs.
At this moment, Zhang Ye's heart finally calmed down. Thinking back to his actions yesterday, he was indeed a bit impulsive, but he did not regret it.
Retire from the entertainment industry?
Give up on his dream of becoming a top celebrity in the world?
Zhang Ye gently placed the teacup on the bay window. He felt that he still could not do it. But what should he do from now on? What path should he take? He had to consider it. Go singing? He could not escape the SARFT! Go acting? He could not escape the SARFT! Even writing novels could not escape the full name of the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television! Zhang Ye seemed to have walked into a desperate situation. There was not much chance of a comeback!
What should he do?
Whatever he wanted to do in the entertainment industry, it seemed to be inextricably linked to the SARFT!
And to be honest, Zhang Ye could not bear to part with his "Zhang Ye's Talk Show". He could not bear to part with it. This program was a work that he had spent so much effort on. Ignoring everything else, just the Reputation points he had spent to buy the Memory Search Capsules to organize the program was a huge price. For this program, Zhang Ye had not had a good night's sleep for the past few days. Sometimes, he would work overtime until late at night. Sometimes, he would sleep in the recording studio, starving and filling his stomach. He had put so much effort into making a program, yet it was halted after just a few episodes? Zhang Ye could not accept it no matter how he thought about it. If it was possible, he obviously wanted to continue doing his talk show. He needed at least another month to finish the first season of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show". If not, how could he introduce his masterpiece to others in the future? What was his masterpiece? Oh, he had only done four or five episodes of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show"? What kind of masterpiece was that! It was like a two-hour movie. You had only filmed it for about ten minutes. Who would admit that it was a classic?
The suspension of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" made Zhang Ye's heart ache and regret. That was the reason why he was so angry at the SARFT press conference!
How could he let the program resume?
Was there any other way?
If it really didn't work out, he would pay for a recording studio to continue recording his Talk Show, and then post it on the internet under his own name. Although it might involve Weiwo's copyright, and he might have limited conditions and funds, resulting in a poor recording result. Coupled with the fact that he could not advertise it well, Zhang Ye was definitely going to finish recording his Talk Show. He needed to finish what he started. These were all his qualifications. Unless he really did not want to develop in the entertainment industry in the future, Zhang Ye would not give up on these qualifications and results. After all, he had paid too much for them.
It was noon.
I'm hungry.
Zhang Ye strolled to the fridge and pulled open the cabinet door. He saw some leftovers from yesterday, so he heated them up in the microwave and ate them all.
After dinner, Zhang Ye washed the dishes and wiped the table. He suddenly felt that throwing away all his work and resting for a period of time was quite comfortable.
His mood improved.
Zhang Ye switched on his cellphone and sent a message to Dong Shanshan: Are you coming back for dinner tonight?
Di di. She quickly replied: Going back for dinner. What do you want to eat?
Zhang Ye typed: There's no need for you to cook or buy groceries today. I'll do it. I'll call for a few dishes in the afternoon. Let's drink?
She replied: Anything.
Zhang Ye: Drink red or drink white?
She sent: Anything is fine. I'll risk my life to accompany a gentleman.
Zhang Ye smiled: Alright then. It's settled. I'll wait for you tonight.
After putting down his cellphone, he switched it off. Zhang Ye did not plan on thinking about anything else. He decided to relax today. He did not go online and cut off all contact with the outside world. Then he walked to the balcony. There was a treadmill left behind by the landlord. Zhang Ye, who was wearing his pajamas, stepped on it and started running. He had been busy with work for so many days. There was no day or night, so his physical training had fallen behind. Now that he finally had a chance to rest, he began working out. Firstly, it was good for his body. Secondly, the skills of Taekwondo and Taiji Fist depended on Zhang Ye's physical fitness. The stronger his strength, reaction, and stamina, the greater the effects of his skills.
At 2 PM, Zhang Ye finished running, drenched in sweat.
At 3 PM, Zhang Ye went out after showering. He went to the supermarket to buy two bottles of red wine. He did not seem to have any wine glasses at home, so he bought a few.
Back home.
He took the keys and opened the door.
But when Zhang Ye opened the door, he was surprised, "Hey, why are you back? It's only 3 PM. "
Standing in the living room was Dong Shanshan. She had clearly just entered the house. After hanging up her bag, she was tying up her long curly hair. She turned around and smiled, "I don't have any work in the afternoon, so I knocked off early."
Zhang Ye closed the door with the red wine and came in, "Then why didn't you tell me?"
Dong Shanshan glanced at him, "I wanted to tell you, but you had to switch on your cellphone."
"Hai, I forgot, I forgot." Zhang Ye laughed dryly, "Are you hungry? Then should I order the food? "
Dong Shanshan smiled, "I just finished lunch, so there's no hurry to eat. Yo, you bought wine? Why don't we have a drink first? Come, pass me the glasses. "She walked into the kitchen with her high heels to wash the glasses.
Zhang Ye did not hesitate to open the red wine and filled the glasses for the two of them.
"Cheers." Dong Shanshan raised her glass and clinked it with him. She drank half of it in one gulp.
Zhang Ye drank half of it with her before letting out a sigh and sitting beside her.
"Phew, it's still warmer at home." Dong Shanshan reached out and unbuttoned her coat. She took it off and hung it to the side.
With the coat off, the school belle's clothes were revealed. Today, she was wearing a qipao to work. It was a long white qipao with red flowers embroidered on it. This was the first time Zhang Ye had seen Dong Shanshan dressed like this. He could not help but be stunned. The qipao on her was too sexy. Qipao was thin to begin with, so it accentuated her figure. It accentuated Dong Shanshan's curves. The slit on her thighs almost reached the base of her thighs. From the slit to her feet, one could see a faint layer of nude stockings. Extending downwards, Dong Shanshan's feet, which were wrapped in nude stockings, were also covered in a pair of beige 10 cm stiletto heels. No wonder she had tied her hair up when she entered the house. It was not to make it convenient for work, but to match the qipao underneath. It made it look classic and beautiful.
Zhang Ye teased, "You really aren't afraid of the cold?"
Walking back, Dong Shanshan sat down on the sofa again. She crossed her legs and smiled, "I have a coat outside. There's air conditioning at work and at home, so what's cold about it?"
Zhang Ye looked at her bulging chest a few more times, "That's still not warm."
Dong Shanshan said disapprovingly, "We are public figures. If we dress too casually like a country bumpkin, what if someone recognizes us on the streets? What if someone takes a photo of us? How embarrassing would that be?" Shrugging, she said happily, "That's why my principle is to dress my best no matter where I go."
Zhang Ye blinked, "You sure are professional." Saying that, he reached out his hand to touch her hand without batting an eyelid.
Dong Shanshan dodged with a smile. "Why are you getting all touchy?"
Zhang Ye cried miserably, "Your old classmate has been banned. I won't even be able to eat in the future. As an old classmate, don't you think you should comfort me?"
"Oh, how do you comfort me?" Dong Shanshan blinked her beautiful eyes.
Zhang Ye moved his hand again, but this time he did not touch her hand. Instead, he placed it on Dong Shanshan's thigh, which was wrapped in the qipao, "Like this."
Dong Shanshan did not dodge and looked at him, "You're comforted just like that?"
"Yes, I'm easily satisfied." Zhang Ye casually said to her.
Dong Shanshan raised her wine glass and drank with him. Then she said, "Alright, seeing how miserable my old classmate is, I'll comfort you a little. But don't move your hand around. We can only do it in this area."
"Alright." The two of them continued drinking.
As Zhang Ye chatted with her, he gently pinched her thigh. The qipao was very slippery and had a satin surface. Touching her firm and slender thigh through the material, and with a layer of nude stockings inside, it gave it a unique flavor. Besides, Zhang Ye had only touched her thigh a few times previously, but he had never touched it so carefully before! It felt really good! Hence, he moved his hand downwards in dissatisfaction.
One centimeter …
Three centimeters …
His hand came to the outside of her thigh.
That was where Dong Shanshan's qipao was open. Without the qipao covering it, her thigh and stockings were exposed to Zhang Ye's eyes. This was right in front of him.
"How's the company?" Zhang Ye asked. His hand had also reached into the open area. His fingers went inside and touched her thigh through the nude stockings.
Dong Shanshan swirled her red wine glass, "What else can it be? They're all talking about you. You've become famous in the industry this time. Even the SARFT probably knows your name now. "
Zhang Ye's fingers went in deeper. As the qipao's skirt was rather tight, there was not much space. Hence, when his fingers went in, it was very squeezed. His hand was stuck between the qipao and her thigh. It was very oppressive, but Zhang Ye was still rubbing that beautiful thigh. He did not care if he would tear the qipao.
"That's enough. This is not that area anymore." Dong Shanshan stopped him.
Zhang Ye did not listen, "Isn't this the area you mentioned? I didn't touch anywhere else." Then he changed the topic, "Oh right, don't tell me the SARFT also knows about me?"
Dong Shanshan could not help but laugh, "You caused such a big commotion, how can they not know about you? This morning, I received a call from a former colleague from Xishan province's television station. She even talked to me about you. She might have some insider information. I heard that last night, your name was registered with the SARFT! You've become one of their key targets! "She might have been a little embarrassed by Zhang Ye's touch, so she put down her crossed legs.
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