Fang Zhicheng suddenly fell silent. Wenfeng and Song Wendi were his elders, and it was not easy for him to interrupt them on some matters.
Wen Feng said, "So I advise you to give Qiangwei a good result as soon as possible, otherwise it will be unfair to Qiangwei. A woman can tolerate a man having affairs outside, but she will not give up her position easily. As far as I know, you have a daughter, right?"
Fang Zhicheng knew that many people had already known about this matter. He nodded and said, "This is also the debt of love that I incurred before Qiangwei and I got married."
Wen Feng smiled sadly and said, "In this regard, Qiangwei and I can be said to be in the same boat."
Fang Zhicheng looked at Wen Feng in surprise and asked tentatively: "Master, could it be that he has..."
Wen Feng said, "I just found out about this recently. He kept this secret very well. I don't blame him. It's just that I was too willful when I was young and ignored him. But time cannot be turned back. I want to have a child for him now, but you know, I'm old after all."
Fang Zhicheng didn't expect Wenfeng to have such an in-depth conversation with him. It was obvious that Wenfeng was deeply in love with Song Wendi. It was a pity that they were both very old now, and the chances of having a child were slim.
Wen Feng stood up, stretched, and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about these troubles, let's find something else to do."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "We have a home theater at home, let's watch a movie."
Wen Feng was slightly startled, then smiled and said, “I’ve never tried watching a movie at home.”
Fang Zhicheng added: "President Wen, you are really too busy. I guess you don't even know when to watch the movie."
Wen Feng sighed and said, "Indeed, it's hard to find time to relax. What movie should I watch?"
Fang Zhicheng thought about it, found a romantic literary film that was popular recently, and said, "Let's watch 'Beijing Meets Seattle'."
Wen Feng nodded and agreed: "I heard that this movie is very popular, let's try to watch it."
The story of the movie is not complicated. It tells the story of a mistress who wants to get promoted by taking advantage of her pregnancy, but she meets a gentle and caring man in a foreign country. After the two experienced a series of stories, they developed an inseparable relationship. In the end, the mistress succeeded in getting promoted, but she chose the gentle and caring man.
Wenfeng behaved very differently while watching the movie. She would comment on the plot from time to time, which Fang Zhicheng found quite interesting.
After more than an hour, the movie ended. Overall, it was a good commercial film with a smooth plot. The acting skills of the male and female actors were both powerful. There was a lingering aftertaste, and Wen Feng had many opinions.
"I think this is a movie with extremely incorrect values. What kind of world view and values does it advocate?" Wen Feng said to herself. "First, the heroine chose to give birth to her child abroad. This shows that she has no national consciousness. Does the fact that the child is born with American nationality mean that she is superior? Second, the child was not born out of love, but because of money and material life. Have they ever thought about how traumatized the child would be when he grows up and learns about all this? Third, the hero is also immoral. Although he is a caregiver and should keep a distance from customers, has he never thought that these pregnant women are already taken and he is trying to poach them?"
Fang Zhicheng was surprised to see Wenfeng so angry, and said with a smile: "Movies cannot be separated from reality. All stories are recreated on the basis of life. In fact, life is richer and more exciting than movies."
Wen Feng couldn't agree with it and shook her head, saying, "Watching a movie is meant to relax you. If it's so depressing, then there's no need for it."
Fang Zhicheng got to know Wen Feng better. Although she was in the system, her soul was very free. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken time out to travel around the country to sketch. He said, "President Wen, your views are the same as many people's, so a large number of commercial films have been derived. These films have simple plots and are easy to understand, but lack connotation and depth, and have been criticized by many professional film critics."
Wen Feng shook her head and said, "Being popular is not a bad thing. Since the public likes to watch it, it means it has value."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "You should go to the party leadership of the radio and television system. This will make Chinese culture more prosperous."
Wen Feng smiled and said, "I just speak my mind casually, but in fact, when you sit in that position and think about problems and things, you can't be so simple and self-centered."
Fang Zhicheng said: "This is mainly related to the media below. Many citizens feel that the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television will ban whatever the public likes to watch. In fact, that is because local media lack self-discipline. When they find that a certain content is popular, they will flock to it. This is not a flourishing of culture, but will lead to a uniform culture."
Wen Feng smiled and said, "Wendy has always praised you for being a versatile person. I didn't expect you to also study culture."
Fang Zhicheng smiled modestly and said, "Master's wife, how are you feeling today?"
Wen Feng was slightly stunned and said, "Not bad!"
Fang Zhicheng leaned forward and said with a smile, "I have an unwelcome request. Can you give me a painting?"
"Last time I wanted to give you the painting 'Mountain Girl Washing Clothes', but you didn't want it." Wen Feng smiled and said, "Let's go to my studio and choose for yourself, how about that?"
Fang Zhicheng didn't take the painting last time because there was something wrong with the work. He just felt that since it was hung in her bedroom, it must be a very valued work, and it would be bad if he asked for it.
He stood up and followed Wen Feng to the studio next to the garden on the third floor of the villa. The studio was about 20 square meters in size and was filled with easels and various framed paintings.
The painting I saw last time was a more outstanding one, with a sense of life and artistic sentiment. Although the paintings in the studio are not as good as that one, it can be seen that Wenfeng is very attentive. In addition to work, Wenfeng puts most of her energy here.
Fang Zhicheng stood beside the easel, looking at the half-finished product, and said with a smile: "I want this one."
Wen Feng was surprised and asked, "I've only painted half of it, and you want it?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Of course you have to finish the painting before you give it to me."
Wen Feng stroked her rosy lips with her slender fingers and said with a half-smile, "You are so smart. I can usually finish other paintings in a week, but this painting, which is just the background, took me almost a month."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and explained: "You revised a lot of manuscripts. The few pieces of waste paper in the trash can show that you put a lot of effort into it."
Wen Feng blinked and asked, "Do you know the content of my painting?"
Fang Zhicheng only saw the outline of a woman, and couldn't tell what was going on. He nodded and smiled, "It's about women."
Wen Feng was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Forget it, since you chose this one, I'll send it to you after it's finished. It can be said that you have a keen eye for talent and give a sword to a hero."
Fang Zhicheng actually didn't have any special thoughts. He just felt that Wen Feng's current paintings at least represented her highest level at the moment. Although her other paintings were good, they might be slightly lacking compared to this one.
Wenfeng didn't see it that way. Everyone pays special attention to what they are doing at the moment, so she subconsciously thought that Fang Zhicheng had a keen eye and could see her best painting.
Fang Zhicheng walked around the studio and found that Wenfeng had a lot of works, about a hundred of them. He asked in confusion, "Master's wife, have you ever thought about holding an exhibition?"
Wen Feng shook her head and said sadly: "If I didn't go into politics, maybe I would hold an art exhibition and try to become a good painter. But since I am in the officialdom, I can just treat it as a hobby."