Chapter 059: Discussing Cup Sizes with Murong Wei

Chapter 059: Discussing Cup Sizes with Murong Wei

Chu Fei watched Director Zhang direct the shoot with utter boredom. It was his first time witnessing a live shoot from such close proximity; at first, it was somewhat interesting, but as time passed, the novelty wore off and boredom set in. Thankfully, there was a cross-dressing man chatting with him—otherwise, Chu Fei would have been tempted to find a corner and take a nap.

Through the cross-dresser’s words, he learned more about Director Zhang. Zhang Xiaowen was indeed a famous director in the country, especially renowned for his advertising and promotional films—his style was free-spirited and bold, with a unique flair that attracted many admirers.

Yet, Zhang Xiaowen also had a notorious flaw: he was a philanderer.

According to Zhong Baisong’s explanation, Zhang Xiaowen, though only forty-eight, had had eight wives—each one a celebrity in the entertainment industry. Without exception, all of them eventually parted ways with him, none lasting even a year. The reason was simple: Zhang Xiaowen’s private life remained chaotic after marriage, and he was often rumored to be seen entering hotels with female stars.

No woman could tolerate her man fooling around outside, not even female artists.

Zhang Xiaowen’s reputation as a playboy was well-known throughout the entertainment industry, hardly a secret. The number of starlets he’d touched was countless. Still, he claimed to have principles—never forcing anyone, nor using his status as a director to coerce actresses into sleeping with him. According to him, every woman who shared his bed did so willingly, out of mutual attraction. Of course, most people considered this pure nonsense.

Yet, it was undeniable that Zhang Xiaowen had his own set of principles, particularly regarding work: he was meticulous to the point of being harsh, a stickler for details. This was quite remarkable, and it was hard to imagine such contrasting traits coexisting in one person. Perhaps his works were so free and unfettered precisely because of his relaxed attitude toward life—enjoying every moment, seeking natural pleasure.

In short, Zhang Xiaowen was a director riddled with scandals, but also undeniably talented—a powerhouse in the industry.

For this, Zhang Xiaowen had earned a nickname in show business: the Rogue Director.

“Actually, Director Zhang is a passionate man, not nearly as depraved as outsiders think,” Zhong Baisong concluded, clearly speaking up for Zhang Xiaowen.

“How did you two meet? Your status seems a bit far from his,” Chu Fei asked curiously.

“Heh, it’s fate, really. We met before Director Zhang became famous. He was a director, I was an assistant, and we went through several tough years together… So, our bond is unique. Although he’s now successful and well-known, whenever I’m in trouble, he’s always there to help me first,” Zhong Baisong said with emotion, a hint of pride glinting in his eyes.

“Ah, so you’re close buddies,” Chu Fei remarked, glancing at the cross-dresser.

The smile on Zhong Baisong’s face froze for a moment, then he burst into laughter. “That’s right—we’re close buddies.”

“Just kidding, don’t take it seriously,” Chu Fei said, patting Zhong Baisong’s shoulder. At that moment, he found the cross-dressing man rather agreeable.

Zhong Baisong was a bit flattered…

Just then, a graceful figure walked toward them from the set—it was Murong Wei.

“This is infuriating! That Director Zhang is such a rogue—he actually groped me,” Murong Wei said angrily.

Chu Fei’s expression darkened.

Zhong Baisong’s face changed as well, instinctively standing up, his heart pounding. Was Zhang Xiaowen, the rogue director, back to his old tricks, harassing this young woman?

“He said my talent could make me a top star, and he kept staring at my body non-stop. It’s so annoying…” Murong Wei explained, still fuming.

Chu Fei relaxed, laughing inwardly. Knowing the director’s style, he’d thought Zhang Xiaowen had really crossed the line with Murong Wei. Despite Zhang’s fame, Chu Fei wouldn’t have hesitated to slap him if he’d actually taken advantage of her. He himself hadn’t dared to be so bold with Murong Wei—how could Zhang Xiaowen dare? Did he have a death wish?

But it turned out to be nothing serious.

Zhong Baisong also breathed a sigh of relief—he’d been scared stiff just a moment ago.

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“Chu Fei, do you think I really have what it takes to be a star?” The shoot was still ongoing, but Chu Fei and Murong Wei had already slipped away. It was nearly time to finish work anyway, and as they walked, Murong Wei turned to him, her eyes full of hope.

“You’ll definitely make it big. Weiwei, you’re perfect for those three-dimensional films,” Chu Fei replied after a moment’s pause, laughing.

“What three-dimensional films?” Murong Wei asked, puzzled.

“You don’t know? Do you know what * is? With your figure, you could easily win the hearts of men all over the world in those kinds of films,” Chu Fei said earnestly, gazing at her face.

“Get lost! You’re the one who should be acting in those films,” Murong Wei’s cheeks flushed, scolding him. Yet soon after, she couldn’t help but smile, and shyly turned to ask, “Chu Fei, are you serious? Is my figure really that good?”

“Ah—” Chu Fei looked at her with a complicated expression. Was this girl really thinking about acting in those films?

“But… isn’t this a little small?” Murong Wei seemed oblivious to his gaze, glancing down at her chest and sighing in frustration. “I know I’m pretty, but my chest is too small. I have no idea how those women with big chests manage it. I’ve tried all kinds of supplements, but nothing works…”

“Well, strictly speaking, you’re not that small…” Chu Fei felt sweat breaking out, his gaze involuntarily drawn to Murong Wei’s full chest. Damn, was it really appropriate to discuss this with a young woman?

“Who says I’m not small? Look at Sister Qing’s chest—it’s much bigger than mine. Every time I see her, I get so jealous,” Murong Wei said with envy.

“That’s not a fair comparison. Zhang Qing’s been developed. Once you get married and have children, yours will definitely get bigger,” Chu Fei said, sweating profusely. Girls’ logic was truly formidable.

“But Sister Lu’s chest is big too, and she’s not married or has kids. Hers is huge and firm…” Murong Wei protested, grabbing her own chest and sighing, then turned to Chu Fei. “Does that mean Sister Lu has a man developing her, but we just don’t know?”

“Uh, probably not.” Chu Fei was sweating even more. Simen Lu was currently living in his house, and by his experience, she was still ‘factory fresh’—never been developed. Her chest was original, as far as he could tell.

“Are you thinking about Sister Lu’s big chest right now?” Murong Wei suddenly leaned in, asking mischievously, her eyes full of disdain.

“Brat, you’re the one going on and on about chests. How can you blame me?” Chu Fei snapped, pretending to be annoyed.

“Ha! Guilty conscience,” Murong Wei huffed, turning away to continue driving. But soon she turned back again, “Chu Fei, you weren’t lying, right? If I have a man develop my chest, it’ll really get bigger?”

“Of course. You haven’t been developed yet. Once you are, it’ll go up a size. For example, you’re an A cup now; after development, you’ll at least be a B cup,” Chu Fei said, gritting his teeth, feeling he must be out of his mind to discuss this topic so seriously.

“You’re the A cup! I’m a B+, okay?” Murong Wei protested.

“Yes, B+. After development, you’ll definitely become a C, maybe even a D.” Chu Fei smiled awkwardly. Even with his thick skin, discussing such things with an inexperienced girl made him uncomfortable.

“Hehe—” Murong Wei giggled happily, for reasons unknown…

Just as Chu Fei thought the awkward topic was finally over, Murong Wei turned back again, worried, “Is there an age limit for this development? I’m already twenty-two. If I wait any longer, will it not work as well?”

Chu Fei stared at her hopeful eyes, speechless for a moment before blurting out, “If you’re in a hurry, I don’t mind helping you develop right now. How about it?”

“In your dreams! I won’t let you develop me just yet,” Murong Wei blushed deeply, turning away with a coquettish huff…

Chu Fei was left speechless. What did she mean by ‘not yet’? Did that mean someday she’d let him?

Was Murong Wei really trying to win him over?

Chu Fei felt troubled.

But he had to admit, whether it was the topic or something else, he found himself looking at Murong Wei with increasing heat… She was simply too alluring at that moment, especially with her flushed cheeks—he wanted nothing more than to take a bite.

Calm down, stay calm! Murong Wei wasn’t like those women at the nightclubs—she couldn’t be taken lightly.

Chu Fei secretly pinched his thigh hard, letting the pain restore his sanity…

ps: Two chapters again today. Xing’er is still locked away, writing non-stop. If all goes well, there should be a bonus chapter tomorrow. Haha!