Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Then he added:

"When are you arranging for me to go in?"

It was obvious that he was getting impatient.

"Boss Fang." Just then, a sweet voice sounded.

Dapeng turned to look, his shoulders shook:

"Your lover is here."

"Don’t talk nonsense." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Manager Xia and I are completely innocent."

"Heh..." Dapeng smirked:

"I believe it, but others need to believe it too."

As they spoke, Xia Hong, dressed in a tight red dress with light makeup and high heels, approached them and handed a red envelope to Dapeng:

"Dapeng, congratulations. Wishing the baby health, safety, and happiness!"

"Thank you."

Dapeng accepted the red envelope:

"You two chat, I’ll go entertain the guests."

At the same time, he made a face at Fang Zheng:

"Don’t forget what I told you."

Fang Zheng waved his hand and watched him leave quickly.

"What’s that about?" Xia Hong naturally got closer, almost touching, her breath felt against his neck:

"All mysterious."

"He wants me to find him a job." Fang Zheng was accustomed to their closeness, and replied leisurely:

"Why are you here?"

"Your friends are my friends." Xia Hong smirked, her eyes alluring:

"Why shouldn’t I be here?"

"By the way."

She touched her nose and frowned:

"Look at my skin, isn’t it showing some wrinkles? A friend suggested I get a nose job, said it would look better."

"Do you think I should do it?"

Xia Hong had always been confident about her appearance, but beauty fades, and she was heading towards forty.

Forty!

In ancient days, she’d be considered an elderly woman.

Though well-maintained, her face still showed wrinkles, especially around the eyes when she smiled.

Previously,

Xia Hong only opted for basic cosmetic treatments, avoiding surgery due to fear of complications and pain.

Now though, she was finding it harder to resist.

"No need."

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Implants don’t match the natural skin easily, they can get infected or require frequent repairs, and as you age, facial muscles might sag and deform."

"It could look worse then."

"You’re so attractive, there’s no need for anxiety over looks. Even among female celebrities, few can compare to you."

"Really?" Xia Hong was delighted, her eyes sparkling:

"I just feel I can’t match up to you."

"Men and women are different: I didn’t realize you were so beautiful when we first met, but as you age, you become more manly."

"Tsk tsk..."

"No wonder they say, ’At forty, a man is in bloom, but a woman is tofu dregs.’

She sighed lightly as she spoke.

Fang Zheng shook his head.

Now as a Flawless Martial Artist, his Essence and Primordial Energy are self-sufficient, constantly improving his body, with his Divine Soul also nurtured, his aura naturally growing.

This ethereal aura is hard to express.

But,

Even if a top male celebrity with great looks stands by him, he only serves as a foil, and people’s first glance would be at Fang Zheng.

Xia Hong was somewhat captivated by this, inevitably feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Oh no!"

Just as the two got closer, a roar came from the corridor’s end. An angry-faced man glared at them:

"You whore! You’re really cheating here!"

"Ah!"

"You filthy couple!"

The man bellowed as he charged forward, throwing a punch at Fang Zheng:

"Stay away from my wife, get lost!"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, glancing at the raging man and the displeased Xia Hong, he sighed helplessly but didn’t dodge or fight back.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on his face.

"Ah!"

Xia Hong was shocked:

"What are you doing? How can you hit someone?"

"You bitch!" The man angrily turned, slapping hard:

"Hitting you adulterers is just right!"

"Pa!"

The slap halted mid-air, stopped by Fang Zheng’s hand.

"Forget hitting women."

"Damn!"

The man yelled angrily:

"I’m hitting my own wife, why’s it your business? You adulterous pair, today I’ll reveal your true faces to everyone."

"Take photos!"

"Everyone, take photos!"

"Look at what these two have done!"

The man shouted, attracting many onlookers who pulled out their phones, snapping pictures of the two shielding their faces.

"Snap..."

"Snap snap..."

......

Public Security Bureau.

Lu Huanhuan brought a cup of hot tea, placing it in front of Fang Zheng, asking amusedly:

"Took a punch, is your face alright?"

"It’s fine."

Fang Zheng picked up the tea, sat on the soft chair, and took a small sip:

"The tea is good."

"Of course." Lu Huanhuan raised an eyebrow:

"This tea took my grandpa great effort to acquire, and I only have a little on hand, reserved for esteemed guests like Boss Fang."

"Guests..." Fang Zheng sighed:

"Does that mean I can leave?"

"Certainly." Lu Huanhuan shrugged:

"Though aren’t you curious about how things went over there?"

"Not really." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"It’s their couple’s issue, has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Lu Huanhuan raised an eyebrow:

"Then why does Boss Fang have so many photos of Miss Xia on his phone, and... the photos are quite daring, bold."

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng pursed his lips:

"Manager Xia and I are both photography enthusiasts, often exchanging photography tips in our spare time. Do you believe this explanation?"

"Haha..."

Lu Huanhuan laughed, shaking, tears in her eyes:

"I believe it, I surely believe it, but apparently Miss Xia’s husband doesn’t."

"Well, there’s no helping then." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"I can only say that Manager Xia and I are completely innocent, at least... for now."

"I genuinely believe that." Lu Huanhuan sat properly, her face still smiling, seemingly having never encountered such an amusing event: