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Fang Jie locked the office door.
Step by step, she walked back to Lin Jiang, the blush on her face never fading.
Lin Jiang leaned back on the sofa, watching the bashful Fang Jie as if appraising his prey.
"Let’s start now."
Fang Jie was too shy to speak. She glanced back at the office door one more time, and after confirming it was secure, she began to unbutton her clothes.
Underneath her jacket was a blouse.
Her chest was so full it looked like the buttons were about to pop off at any second.
Because they were in the office, Fang Jie’s movements weren’t as bold or swift as usual.
One by one, Fang Jie undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing the red bra she wore underneath.
Whether for Swimming or working out, her upper body was always wrapped up tightly. But this was different. Cradled by her red bra, her breasts seemed especially enormous—a side of her he hadn’t noticed before.
"Teacher, my figure’s not bad, is it?" Fang Jie asked, her eyes full of hope, desperate for Lin Jiang’s praise.
"Very nice. Much bigger than I imagined, and quite round, too."
A trace of pride appeared on Fang Jie’s face.
"I actually think their shape is quite nice, too. The only drawback is that they’ve started to sag a little. In that respect, I can’t compare to younger girls."
Lin Jiang was quite the authority on that subject.
Xu Yingjun’s were perfectly round and perky, like two large bowls placed upside down on her chest.
But the main reason for the difference was that Fang Jie had given birth before.
Take Chen Jingxian, for example. She wasn’t that young either, and even if hers sagged a bit, it was only because of their sheer size. After all, the greater the mass, the greater the pull of gravity.
"But this way has more charm, don’t you think?"
"That’s true."
Fang Jie was also well aware of the advantages a woman of her age possessed.
Without the vigor of youth, she had to rely on her mature allure to enhance her Charm.
While they were talking, Fang Jie pulled down the invisible zipper on her skirt and let it slip off gently.
Lin Jiang sat on the sofa, admiring Fang Jie’s figure.
"Turn a little."
Fang Jie was very obedient. She turned around, her back to Lin Jiang.
She knew what Lin Jiang wanted to see, and this was not the time to be stingy.
SMACK!
Lin Jiang raised his hand and gave her a light slap on the rear.
"What was that for?"
"What position do we use for our lessons? Do I need to spell it out for you?"
"I understand..."
Without another word, Fang Jie got on the sofa, bent over, and lay prone on it.
Because she was wearing black stockings, you normally couldn’t see what she had on underneath.
But the moment she bent over, the black fabric stretched taut...
"Does it match your bra?"
"Mhm..." Fang Jie nodded lightly.
"The style seems quite nice, but I can’t see it very clearly..."
Although Lin Jiang hadn’t explicitly said what he wanted, they had developed a basic understanding over this period. Fang Jie could guess his intentions.
Kneeling on the sofa, she pulled off her black stockings, but only halfway down, before lying prone again.
Combined with her current position, it was an incredibly alluring sight.
Lin Jiang raised his hand and smacked her hard.
Fang Jie let out a soft cry but immediately stifled it.
This was her office. Even if it hurt, she had to endure it. If the employees outside heard, she, the boss, would be utterly humiliated.
"How’s the promotional work for the movie coming along?"
"It’s all going smoothly. Everything is heading in the right direction."
Fang Jie tried to do a yoga pose on the sofa, secretly anticipating Lin Jiang’s next move.
"Our film has already started its roadshow. The first few screenings were pretty quiet, but with online marketing and publicity, things have started to pick up. The feedback from netizens has been excellent, and we even started trending yesterday. I plan to keep up the momentum and maintain the hype until the premiere on the first."
"Just do as you see fit," Lin Jiang said with a nod.
"The only weakness is that the movie doesn’t have any big-name celebrities, so the box office trend in the first few days might not be great. It will need some time to build up steam."
"I anticipated that."
Lin Jiang could even see her legs trembling.
"What about *Farewell, Youth*, the one releasing at the same time?"
"Their promotional campaign is also very aggressive. Liu Wenwen is considered a second-tier starlet right now, and her fan base can’t be ignored. However, the word-of-mouth for their film is polarizing. Some of the more rational adults aren’t optimistic about it."
"Over the years, these celebrity influencers have exhausted the audience’s patience. One terrible film after another has made people lose faith in them," Lin Jiang said.
"Before, big-name celebrities were a guarantee for box office success. Now, they’ve gradually become box office poison. But the production companies have gotten smarter. To fleece the fans, they’ll pair the celebrity with a veteran actor, run another marketing campaign, and call it the best of both worlds."
Lin Jiang thought about it. It seemed that many of the films with decent box office numbers in recent years had followed that exact formula.
In comparison, his own project was far inferior in terms of star power.
However, when the original *Xia Luote’s Troubles* was released, a platform like Douyin didn’t exist yet.
So he was much luckier. As long as the quality was good enough, he could use a platform like Douyin for promotion and quickly build up traffic. He believed it wouldn’t be long before the movie started slow but finished strong.
"You don’t need to worry about that. The audience has sharp eyes; they can tell a good film from a bad one," Fang Jie said. "The content of *Farewell, Youth* is too thin. The core of the story isn’t substantial, and the characters lack depth. Overall, it feels more like a movie that just mashes together a bunch of popular elements. That kind of filmmaking will definitely fail."
"The movie isn’t even out yet, and it seems you’ve already handed them a death sentence."
After speaking, Lin Jiang slapped her again, immediately leaving a red handprint.
"I went to see a roadshow screening of *Farewell, Youth*. I’m not trying to belittle a competitor, but it was really just average."
"I think many directors have fallen into a trap. Take current comedy films, for example. It’s like they make a movie just for the sake of a few jokes, which makes the plot feel abrupt and disjointed."
"I get that feeling too," Lin Jiang said.
"For a movie, the story should come first. You must have a good story before you start filming, and then you add comedic elements to it. You don’t start with the comedic elements and then try to piece a story together around them. They’ve got it backward."
Fang Jie continued, "And it’s the same with *Farewell, Youth*. It’s a jumble of youth, school life, romance, catfights, bankruptcy, abortion, bullying, and so on, all strung together by a flimsy storyline. Watching it feels like chewing on wax. So you don’t need to worry about the box office. The audience is rational, and earning money isn’t easy for anyone. They’ll vote with their feet. There definitely won’t be a problem."
Lin Jiang nodded, then left another handprint on her other cheek.
"I’m really impressed with your judgment now."
"Why’s that?"
"You have a great eye for picking people, especially Tang Wan. When filming started, her acting was still a bit raw, but under Director Li’s guidance, it improved day by day. By the end, even Director Li was full of praise for her," Fang Jie said. "With your ability to spot hidden gems, I think you’ll be producing one hit after another."
As she spoke, Fang Jie maintained her position the entire time.
"For future projects, it’ll really come down to luck. It’s too early to make any definitive statements now."
"But for this film, at least, I’m completely confident."
"Let’s put the movie aside for a moment. I came to see you today about something else," Lin Jiang said. "I have a song that I plan to use as part of the movie’s soundtrack."
Fang Jie looked back at Lin Jiang. "It’s too late now. The film has already passed review. We’re not allowed to make any more changes."
"I know. I plan to save it and release it a month after the movie premieres."
"What’s your intention?"
"You could call it a lifeline, or a way to give it another boost of traffic," Lin Jiang said. "I have a lot of confidence in this song. It can give our movie a push and help us achieve a higher box office."
"That’s a unique idea. Although I don’t know what the effect will be, it will definitely have a positive impact."
Intrigued, Fang Jie sat up, but because her black stockings were only pulled down halfway, her movement was a bit restricted.
Lin Jiang glanced at her, and Fang Jie instantly understood what he meant. She pulled the black stockings all the way off.
Looking at Fang Jie now, she possessed a kind of natural, unadorned beauty.
Voluptuous and shapely—those were the perfect words to describe her.
Being stared at by Lin Jiang like this, Fang Jie’s face showed a mix of coyness and excitement.
She was excited that her body was attractive to Lin Jiang.
"Let me see the song."
Lin Jiang fiddled with his phone. "I just sent it to you."
"Okay."
Fang Jie got up and, still in her high heels, walked to her desk.
Lin Jiang watched her from behind. Even without her deliberately sticking it out, her rear was round and full, completely filling out her panties.
She retrieved her phone and looked at the message Lin Jiang had sent.
Fang Jie began to read it to herself.
"I want to see you smile, I want to fool around with you..."
"I want to hold you in my arms..."
...
"Once is enough, I’ll be with you till the end of time..."
"Laughing heartily on a sun-drenched day..."
"Bickering playfully in the carefree air..."
"Do you know, the only thing I want..."
"The world is small, I’ll go with you to the ends of the earth..."
"To stop searching in a corner free from worries..."
"And grow old slowly in a time without a care..."
After reading the lyrics, Fang Jie looked at Lin Jiang in astonishment.
"Who wrote these lyrics?"
"Erm... a friend of mine."
Fang Jie scrutinized Lin Jiang, like a voluptuous little wildcat.
’He said a friend wrote the movie script, but judging by his mastery of it, he most likely wrote it himself and just didn’t admit it. And the lyrics to this song are simple and unadorned, a perfect complement to the movie. And he’s saying a friend wrote this too, so... it’s very likely he wrote it too!’
"It wasn’t written by the same friend who wrote the script, was it?"
"You guessed it."
’Lin Jiang didn’t take the credit, but if they insisted on believing he wrote it, that was none of his business.’
The way Fang Jie looked at Lin Jiang now changed to one of worship and admiration.
’This man is just too talented!’

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