Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 272 Tasting Rongmei

On the morning of January 4th, when Fu Yibai left Liu Yifei's house, the sky was leaden gray, like a piece of old velvet cloth, with the clouds hanging very low.

As the car pulled up in front of Chenxi Media, Fu Yibai had just entered his office when his phone rang.

Caller ID: Han Shanping.

"Chairman Han."

"Yi Bai, Wang Zhongjun spoke to me on the phone."

Han Shanping's voice carried a hint of emotion.

"I agree in principle to the proposal of exchanging publicity and marketing resources for investment shares."

However, the specific calculations and how to incorporate them into the contract still require our legal teams to discuss them thoroughly.

"I see."

"In addition, I have already spoken to the General Administration."

As long as the change of investors has all the necessary paperwork, the approval process won't take too long.

"Thank you, Chairman Han."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Han Shanping paused, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"By the way, how's the post-production progress of Pacific Rim?"

Will it be able to make it into this year's Lunar New Year film season?

"There are too many special effects shots, and the team is working overtime. The goal is to finish this December."

"good.

I'm waiting for your good news.

Outside the window, heavy snow began to fall. After hanging up the phone, Fu Yibai began to handle his work for the day.

In the afternoon, after finishing the documents at hand, Fu Yibai asked Guo Zhenni to arrange a car.

"Go to Yang Rong's place."

Guo Zhenni responded without asking any further questions.

The car came to a stop at the entrance of a quiet residential area.

Fu Yibai told the bodyguard and Guo Zhenni to go back first, and then went upstairs himself.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened.

Yang Rong stood behind the door, wearing a light pink sweater and white pajamas, holding a pair of scissors in her hand.

She looked much better than the last time we met.

After traveling for more than half a year, I got a bit tanned, but there was a relaxed look in my eyes that I hadn't seen before.

"Mr. Fu."

Her voice was soft, and the corners of her mouth curved as she stepped aside to let him in.

"Why did you come all of a sudden?"

"I haven't seen you in a long time, so I came to visit you."

What are you doing?

Fu Yibai entered the room and pointed to the scissors in her hand.

"Ah, I'm pruning the potted plants."

Yang Rong quickly placed the scissors on the entryway cabinet and took out a pair of slippers for Fu Yibai.

Fu Yibai changed into slippers and walked into the living room.

The living room is large, but it is very clean.

"What kind of tea would you like?"

Yang Rong walked to the coffee table, squatted down, and opened the tea canister.

"casual."

"Then let's have Tieguanyin."

Yang Rong's fingers were very white. She held a teaspoon and scooped tea leaves from the tea canister. Her movements were slow and unhurried.

Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa and watched her make tea.

Hot water is poured into the Yixing teapot, the tea leaves unfurl, and a delicate fragrance wafts out.

Did you enjoy your trip?

"happy."

Yang Rong handed him the teacup and sat down next to him.

Fu Yibai took a small sip and put the teacup down.

He reached out and pulled the woman into his arms.

Yang Rong's body stiffened for a moment, then softened and gently leaned against his shoulder.

Outside the window, snow fell silently; inside, the aroma of tea filled the air, and time seemed to slow down.

"I've thought a lot during this time."

In the past, I always thought that I must become famous and stand in the brightest place so that everyone could see me.

But after traveling this time, seeing the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and the sea, I suddenly realized... there are actually many ways to live life.

Yang Rong's voice was muffled by his clothes, carrying a hint of relief.

"Yi Bai."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Her voice was muffled.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for giving me this kind of life."

Yang Rong raised her head and looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I never imagined I could be so free."

"I can film whenever I want, rest whenever I want, and go wherever I want."

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, but just hugged her even tighter.

Yang Rong placed her hand on his chest, her palm slipping inside his shirt and caressing his pectoral muscles.

"Should we stay tonight?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of probing.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

What do you think?

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The light in the living room changed from bright white to dim yellow, and then from dim yellow to dark blue.

Yang Rong sat up from his lap and reached out to turn on the floor lamp.

The warm yellow light shone down, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall.

"I'll go cook."

She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need, you can sit down."

After dinner, Yang Rong cleared the dishes. Fu Yibai went to take a shower.

When Yang Rong came out of the bathroom, she had already changed her clothes.

She was wearing a light blue silk nightgown with a matching robe over it, the belt loosely tied at the waist.

Her hair was still slightly damp, draped over her shoulders, making her skin appear even whiter.

Is the water hot?

She asked.

"just."

Fu Yibai walked over and stopped in front of her.

Yang Rong raised her head and met his gaze.

There were lights flickering in her eyes, fragmented and bright.

Fu Yibai reached out and pulled her into his arms. Yang Rong closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Her lips were soft and had a minty toothpaste flavor.

Her tongue cautiously probed in, as if afraid of hurting him, or as if confirming something.

Fu Yibai's palm was pressed against her waist, and through the silk fabric, he could feel the curve of her waistline and the temperature of her skin.

Yang Rong's breathing gradually became erratic.

Fu Yibai picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Yang Rong wrapped her legs around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and breathed rapidly and hotly.

Fu Yibai placed her on the bed and leaned over to look at her.

Yang Rong's eyes were glistening with tears, her lips were slightly parted, and her chest was heaving more and more.

"Yi Bai."

She called his name, her voice as soft as water.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Yang Rong closed her eyes, her fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

Night was falling.

A suppressed, intermittent murmur filled the room, like a spring stream, exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The moonlight outside the window moved slowly, creeping from the floor to the edge of the bed, and then from the edge of the bed to the two intertwined bodies.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

Yang Rong curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, her whole body like a puddle of water, softly pressed against him.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing not yet fully calm, her chest rising and falling, her skin flushed a thin pink.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her and gently stroked her back with his hand.

"Tired?"

"Um."

Yang Rong's voice was muffled, carrying a sense of languor and satisfaction.

"Then go to sleep."

"Um."

Yang Rong snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, and wrapped her legs around his.

Before long, her breathing became even and deep.

Fu Yibai lowered his head, kissed the top of her head, and closed his eyes.