Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1332 - 645

"The contract looks fine."

Fang Cheng closed the folder and handed it back to Zhou Xiumei:

"Xinghai Entertainment is one of the top companies in East Capital. With their resources backing you, your path will be a lot smoother."

"Brother Cheng, honestly... I’m still a bit unsure."

Zhou Xiumei took the document and held it to her chest, looking down at her toes in hesitation.

Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair and looked at her:

"Unsure about what? You think the offer is too good?"

Zhou Xiumei pursed her lips, moved half a step closer, and deliberately lowered her voice:

"That Master Cheng... he’s being overly nice to me."

"We’re not related, yet he’s offered such a generous contract. I keep wondering if he has ulterior motives. As the saying goes, there’s no free lunch..."

Fang Cheng laughed and shook his head:

"Xiumei, it’s good to be cautious about people and situations."

"But you can rest easy. Cheng Jiashu is absolutely not the type of person you’re imagining, and he definitely has no improper intentions towards you."

"But..."

Zhou Xiumei still felt uneasy and nervously picked at the edge of the plastic file:

"Among the contestants, many are professionally trained or already signed with established companies. I’m someone who’s barely attended professional vocal classes, yet suddenly have access to such great resources. It all feels like a dream."

Before Fang Cheng could speak, He Huiqin, unable to listen anymore, threw her towel onto the back of a chair and came over to scold her:

"You stubborn girl! The big boss sees potential in you, thinking you can make money for them! Ah Cheng already checked the contract, and there’s no problem—so what are you afraid of? You want to go back to serving tables and selling milk tea?"

Fang Cheng waved his hand to interrupt He Huiqin’s nagging.

He calmly stared at the hesitant young girl before him:

"Talent is a mysterious thing. Since Cheng Jiashu is willing to sign you, it means your voice and potential are worthy of this contract."

He paused slightly, his tone becoming more serious:

"The entertainment industry is a complex environment, with future temptations and challenges aplenty. If anyone secretly sabotages you or makes improper demands, let me know immediately."

"I’m not knowledgeable about singing but can help with minor troubles."

"Even if Cheng Jiashu tries to bully you, I can still take him on."

Meanwhile, far across the city in Xinghai Entertainment’s building.

A certain someone flipping through a script on a leather sofa suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his tingling nose, puzzled, and glanced at the closed window, muttering:

"Who’s badmouthing me behind my back?"

In the Zhou Family’s living room within the tubular building.

Zhou Xiumei looked up and met Fang Cheng’s sincere gaze.

The fear and nervousness in those eyes like black gems gradually faded, replaced by a sense of heavy reassurance.

She smiled brightly, like a gardenia blooming in early summer, and nodded firmly:

"I understand, Brother Cheng. For the upcoming top hundred advancement rounds, I will give it my all to prove myself."

Seeing her resolve, Fang Cheng smiled and casually asked:

"Have you chosen the song for the upcoming rematch?"

Zhou Xiumei blushed slightly, holding a cup of water as she sat beside Fang Cheng:

"I’ve chosen the song for the rematch. The teachers at Xinghai Entertainment have been helping me rehearse. They said I’ll go to the recording studio for audition tomorrow."

"Prepare well, don’t be nervous; your talent is sound."

Fang Cheng took a sip of soup and turned to tease the innocent Zhou Peng beside him:

"Pengpeng, look at your sister becoming a major star. What do you want to do in the future?"

Zhou Peng raised his plastic toy in the air, mimicking a flying motion, and loudly declared:

"I want to be like Brother Fang Cheng, join the Special Search Team, and become an Investigator to catch bad guys!"

Everyone in the room was initially stunned but then burst into laughter.

Even Zhou Yongnian, usually very serious, couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Grandma Zhou, dozing in her rocking chair, didn’t hear the conversation clearly but grinned seeing everyone laugh.

After spending over half an hour at the Zhou Family’s, Fang Cheng finished his bowl of soup and stood up to leave:

"Auntie, Uncle Zhou, I must go now. My mom will return from my grandfather’s soon, and I need to head to the market to buy groceries and cook."

He Huiqin followed him to the door, looking at him lovingly:

"You are such a dutiful child, successful and family-oriented. Any girl marrying you is really blessed."

While speaking, she glanced at her daughter standing nearby.

Zhou Xiumei’s face turned crimson immediately, even reddening to her ears, as she lowered her head to grab the doorknob, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s:

"Mom, what nonsense are you saying..."

Fang Cheng waved with a smile, stepped over the threshold, and entered the hallway.

As the iron gate clanged shut behind him, Fang Cheng’s smile slowly faded.

He walked alone through the corridor, returned to his door, unlocked it, and stepped inside.

The house was silent, sunlight streaming in through the windows illuminating the floor.

Old red pinewood tea table, faded fabric sofa, heavy TV cabinet—all were well-used items for over a decade.

It wouldn’t be long before this place underwent a complete transformation, renewed and refreshed.

Fang Cheng wasn’t overly sentimental; instead, he felt a certain nostalgia for changing times.