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

Chapter 157 Contract

"Brother Yibai, although I really want to act in your movie."

But I'd rather be your girlfriend.

I know a lot of the rumors circulating online are true.

It's just Sister Binbin and her friends.

I don't care, I believe that in the end, I'll be the one who stays with you until the end.

"Ahem, Yifei."

You are still young, and many things you do may just be impulsive.

Please reconsider; we'll maintain the status quo for now.

"When you're a year older, a year older."

"You rejected me again..."

Liu Yifei pouted, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Sigh, why are you crying?"

Don't cry, don't cry.

Fu Yibai quickly got up and went to comfort the little girl.

"It's okay if you don't cry, but Brother Yibai has to grant me one request."

"..."

Fu Yibai felt like he had been tricked.

"Okay, what are the conditions?"

"The condition is that you close your eyes and don't move."

"What are these conditions?"

"Hurry up, or I'll cry."

"well."

Fu Yibai quickly closed his eyes.

When darkness envelops you, your hearing becomes exceptionally sharp.

The rustling of bamboo leaves outside the window, and the soft rustling of clothes beside me.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.

Then, he felt it.

There was a breeze, a very light breeze, carrying a little warmth, brushing against his cheek.

It's breathing.

Someone is approaching.

Very slowly, very gently, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Fu Yibai did not move.

The breathing grew closer and closer, so close that he could discern the subtle tremor in each breath.

Then, she softly pressed her lips against his.

It was very light, as light as a petal falling on the water.

It's just pasted on.

One second, two seconds.

He could feel those soft lips trembling slightly.

Then, her lips parted slightly and took his lower lip into her mouth.

I sucked on it very lightly.

Fu Yibai did not resist.

Liu Yifei's hand had somehow climbed onto his shoulder, her fingertips gently gripping his shirt tightly.

Her breathing became erratic, and she pressed her breath against his face, hot and rapid.

She released his lower lip and paused for a moment.

Fu Yibai could imagine what Liu Yifei looked like at that moment.

Her eyelashes drooped, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and there was a shimmering water in her eyes.

Then she kissed him again.

This is not a test.

She opened her mouth and gently pried open his lips with the tip of her tongue.

Awkward and clumsy.

With the impetuousness and nervousness unique to young girls.

Her tongue probed in, cautiously wandering between his lips and teeth, unsure of where to go or what to do.

Fu Yibai sighed inwardly.

He raised his hand and put his arm around her waist.

Liu Yifei's body stiffened.

Then, he slightly opened his mouth and took her tongue into his mouth.

I gently sucked on it.

Liu Yifei went limp.

She groaned, leaning forward so much she could barely stand, and could only cling to his shoulders even tighter.

Fu Yibai guided her tongue tip, little by little, gently and slowly.

Her initial awkwardness gradually subsided, and she began to respond clumsily.

It's unclear how much time passed before the two finally parted ways.

Liu Yifei buried her face in the crook of his neck, her whole body trembling.

It's not cold.

Her heart was beating too fast, so fast that she couldn't control it.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her without saying a word.

The bamboo leaves outside the window were still rustling, and the tea on the table had gone cold.

After a long while, Liu Yifei raised her head.

Her face was as red as peach blossoms in March, her eyes were slightly red-rimmed, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

"This is a contract. I will wait for Brother Yibai to accept me."

After saying that, the girl blushed and ran out of the private room.

"well…"

Fu Yibai sighed softly.

September 1, Beijing.

On the first day of the Labor Day holiday, the streets were bustling with people.

But for many more people who are staying at home, today is a special day.

"My Love from the Star" premiered on CCTV-8 during prime time.

At 7:30 p.m., Fu Yibai sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, holding a cup of tea, while the theme song was playing on the TV.

Fan Binbin nestled to his left, wearing his white shirt, her legs bare, and holding potato chips in her hands.

Zeng Li rested her head on his lap, fiddling with her phone.

Both of them had just finished filming a movie and were back to rest.

"This scene..."

Fan Binbin chewed on potato chips.

"It's not like a TV drama at all."

Zeng Li nodded without saying anything, her eyes fixed on the screen.

After the two episodes ended, the ending theme song began to play.

Fan Binbin tossed the empty bag of potato chips onto the coffee table and yawned.

"The ratings will definitely be high."

"Tang Yan is really going to be a hit this time."

"Alright, go back to your room and sleep."

Fu Yibai turned off the TV and took the two beauties upstairs.

The next morning.

Fu Yibai was woken up by his phone vibrating.

On the bedside table, the black screen would light up, then dim, then light up again, like some kind of silent urging.

He reached out and squinted as he glanced at the messages—twenty-three unread messages and seventeen missed calls.

Fan Binbin was still asleep in his arms, breathing evenly, with one leg resting on his lower abdomen, warm and heavy.

Zeng Li curled up on the other side, burying her face in his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist.

He silenced his phone, gently moved the two women away, and got out of bed.

The bathroom door was pushed open as the hot water was running down.

Fan Binbin, wrapped in a bathrobe, leaned against the door frame, his hair disheveled, his eyes not fully open, but the corners of his mouth were already curved.

"Checking your phone so early in the morning, is something wrong at work?"

"No, last night was the premiere of 'My Love from the Star,' so I guess everyone was asking about the ratings."

Fan Binbin said "Oh," walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.

Hot water splashed on her face, but she didn't flinch; she just stayed there.

"Tang Yan is really going to be a hit this time."

She paused, her voice muffled.

"Good."

Fu Yibai turned off the water, turned around and put his arm around her.

Are you jealous?

Why be jealous of her?

I'm happy for you. You've made every single one of your protégés a star; how impressive!

Zeng Li woke up at some point, leaning against the bathroom door, slowly drinking a glass of warm water, her gaze fixed on this side, a faint smile on her lips.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when Fu Yibai arrived at the company, Liu Yan greeted him as soon as the elevator doors opened.

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Zhao is waiting in your office."

"Um."

In the office, Zhao Qi sat on the sofa, with several documents spread out on the coffee table in front of her.

Seeing Fu Yibai enter, she stood up, her face beaming with an irrepressible smile.

"Mr. Fu, the ratings for last night are out."

She handed me a report.

"The average viewership rating during prime time on CCTV-8 was 4.2%, with a peak of 5.7%."

The combined viewership of the three satellite TV channels reached 13%.

Fu Yibai took the report and quickly glanced through it.

"What about online streaming?"

"On the Nebula Video platform, it went live an hour later, and by 8 a.m. this morning, it had already surpassed five million views."

Zhao Qi paused, then added.

"The number of bullet comments averages over 10,000 per episode."

"Okay, I understand."