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

Chapter 215 A Great Mind is One Who Can Be Tolerant

Twenty minutes later, Fu Yibai arrived at the hotel where Yang Rong was staying.

"Knock knock knock"

A few seconds later, the door was opened.

"pay…"

Yang Rong had just opened her mouth when she immediately shut it up.

"Sister Lan, let's stop talking now."

I have something to take care of here.

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Rong hung up the phone.

"pay?"

Qin Lan, on the other end of the phone, carefully savored the abruptly ended address, her brows furrowing slightly.

She keenly sensed a rare hint of panic in Yang Rong's tone.

"Mr. Fu, come in quickly."

Fu Yibai and Guo Zhenni entered the room.

"Qin Lan?"

"what?"

"Telephone."

"Yes, Sister Lan and the others saw the news and called to check on me."

Fu Yibai nodded and changed the subject.

"The recovery is going well."

Should we rest for a few more days?

May I speak with Mr. Yang?

"No, no."

I'm fine, let's not delay the filming schedule.

Yang Rong waved her hand repeatedly.

Fu Yibai didn't insist and turned to leave.

"Okay, I'm relieved to see that you're recovering well."

Get some rest.

I'm going back now.

"Mr. Fu."

Yang Rong called out to him.

Fu Yibai stopped and turned to look at her.

"Could you... sit a little longer?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of cautious probing.

Fu Yibai looked at her without saying anything.

Yang Rong felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, lowered her head, and her ears slowly turned red.

"I'm just... a little bored being alone."

"..."

"Mr. Fu, I'm going downstairs to buy a cup of coffee."

Guo Zhenni sensibly opened the door and left.

"Okay, then I'll sit for a while longer."

Only two people remained in the room.

Yang Rong sat on the sofa, her hands folded on her knees, her back ramrod straight.

Fu Yibai sat opposite her.

"Why are you so nervous? Am I scary?"

No, no, that's not it.

I……"

Yang Rong hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"Mr. Fu."

"Um?"

"Are you this nice to every artist?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Yang Rong lowered her head and drew circles on her knee with her fingers.

"I just wanted to ask."

Fu Yibai remained silent.

Yang Rong waited for a while, but didn't get a reply. She looked up and met his gaze.

"Please don't misunderstand, I'm not testing anything."

Her voice sounded a little hurried.

"I am..."

This incident made me feel...

It feels good to be protected.

After she finished speaking, her ears turned red again.

Fu Yibai looked at her.

"If someone from Dawn suffers injustice outside, the company will naturally step in to help."

"Is it just... because I work for the company?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Yang Rong regretted them.

She lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Fu Yibai got up and sat down next to Yang Rong.

His right hand covered Yang Rong's hand that was drawing circles.

What do you think?

Yang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and the warmth from the back of her hand made her freeze.

She dared not look up, only staring at their clasped hands, her body trembling slightly.

Fu Yibai raised his left hand and gently cupped Yang Rong's cheek, making her look into his eyes.

Yang Rong had nowhere to hide her gaze, so she could only fall into his deep eyes.

His warm fingertips brushed against her slightly flushed cheeks, bringing a slight shiver.

"Yang Rong".

He called her name softly, his voice much gentler than usual.

"To me, you've never been just an artist in the company."

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

Yang Rong felt his breath catch in his throat, and everything around him seemed to slow down, leaving only the real touch of his palm and the clear, somewhat panicked reflection of himself in his eyes.

"I……"

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a complete sound.

Reason told her she should back down, but her body craved the sudden intimacy and warmth.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

"Well……"

The air in Yang Rong's mouth seemed to be sucked out instantly, and her mind went blank.

After the initial shock and stiffness, a strange tingling sensation spread from the tip of my tongue and down my spine.

She began to respond to this invasion.

Fu Yibai's kiss gradually shifted from gentle probing to a deeper, more demanding one. Yang Rong's awkward response was like a fire, igniting the already palpable ambiguity in the air.

In a moment of passion and confusion, he gently laid her down on the soft sofa, his body covering hers, casting a shadow that carried a reassuring aura.

Are you scared?

He whispered in her ear, his breath hot.

Yang Rong shook her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, and answered with her actions.

At this moment, all notions of social status and rumors have been thrown to the winds.

All she knew was that she longed for this embrace, for this unique confirmation.

With clothes removed, we faced each other with complete honesty.

His kisses landed softly on her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her collarbone, each place like a unique mark.

Yang Rong closed her eyes, feeling an unprecedented intimacy and excitement, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the muscles of his shoulders and back.

When the last obstacle was removed and he entered her, she let out a muffled groan, and a few physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"pain?"

He stopped what he was doing, asked with restraint, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

She shook her head again, hugged him tighter, and tilted her head back to kiss his Adam's apple.

This silent invitation completely shattered Fu Yibai's last shred of restraint.

Without further hesitation, he began to lead her through the ebb and flow of love.

That night, Fu Yibai discovered another full granary.