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

Chapter 255 Qin Lan's Envy

The 90-minute film finished playing quickly.

The lights in the theater came back on, and Lin Yufen turned her head, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Mr. Fu, what do you think...?"

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a few seconds.

"good."

Lin Yufen's eyes lit up, but she didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.

"The rhythm was well controlled; it was fast when it needed to be fast, and slow when it needed to be slow."

The emotional progression is natural, without any awkwardness from forced sentimentality.

Fu Yibai paused, then turned to look at her.

"Wang Ou's performance exceeded my expectations."

Director Lin is also very skilled at directing actors.

"Director Fu, you flatter me. It's all thanks to Wang Ou's own hard work."

"The film can be submitted for review now; the release date will be handled by the distribution department."

"clear."

Lin Yufen stood up, her anxiety largely gone, replaced by a relieved ease.

"Thank you, Chief Reviewer Fu."

"What are you thanking me for? This is your work. It's your skill to take good pictures."

Fu Yibai patted her on the shoulder, his tone encouraging.

"Take a good rest; there are projects waiting for you next year."

"yes!"

Lin Yufen nodded vigorously.

"Mr. Fu, are you going home or...?"

"Go to Qin Lan's place."

Guo Zhenni nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and followed him toward the elevator.

As the car drove into the night, it was already quite chilly in early November in Beijing. The roadside trees were bare, casting long, thin shadows under the car headlights.

The car stopped in front of an upscale residential complex. The bodyguard got out first, checked the surroundings, and then opened the car door.

"Mr. Fu, there's nothing unusual around here."

Fu Yibai got out of the car, a cold wind hit him, he pulled his coat tighter, and walked into the apartment building.

When he arrived at Qin Lan's house, he pressed the doorbell.

The door opened quickly, and Qin Lan stood behind it, wearing a cream-colored loungewear dress, her hair loose, her face without makeup, and her skin glowing white under the warm yellow light.

"You're here?"

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

"Um."

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

The living room was warm and cozy with the underfloor heating on. Several small dishes and a bowl of steaming soup were laid out on the coffee table.

"Why are you making so much food so late?"

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Qin Lan followed behind him, her tone carrying a sense of entitlement.

"They must be starving after filming all day."

"I ate a boxed lunch, but I wasn't very full."

Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, picked up the soup bowl, and took a sip.

The soup is lotus root and pork rib soup, simmered until thick and the lotus root pieces are stewed until soft and tender, melting in your mouth.

"It tastes good."

"Drink more, it'll help you recover."

Qin Lan sat down opposite him, holding her teacup in both hands, watching him drink the soup with a faint smile on her lips.

After eating and drinking his fill, Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Are you tired?" Qin Lan asked.

"good."

"Then go take a shower and get some rest."

Fu Yibai stood up, walked up to her, bent down and kissed her on the lips.

"wait for me."

Qin Lan blushed slightly and gently pushed him away.

"Hurry up, the water's ready."

Fu Yibai chuckled and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

After soaking for about twenty minutes, he got out of the bathtub, dried himself off, and put on the bathrobe that Qin Lan had prepared.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Qin Lan was already lying in bed.

The blanket covered her chest, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone.

She lay on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other resting on the pillow, looking at him.

"Come quick~"

Fu Yibai walked over, lifted the blanket and lay down, reaching out to put his arm around her waist.

Qin Lan leaned into his arms, her face pressed against his chest, and gently drew circles on his lower abdomen with her fingers.

"Did you miss me?" His voice was close to her ear.

"I've thought about it."

Qin Lan's voice was muffled in his chest, carrying a hint of coquetry.

I think about it every day.

Fu Yibai's hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips touching the edge of her bra.

Qin Lan's body trembled slightly. She raised her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were glistening with tears, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

"Yi Bai..."

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

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qin Lan closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded to his kiss.

The bedroom lights were off, and only the moonlight from outside shone through the sheer curtains, spreading a silvery white across the floor.

As night deepened, a suppressed, intermittent murmur rose from the room, like a spring stream, exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The sound of the wind outside the window, the distant sound of cars, and the moonlight slowly moving across the curtains from one end to the other, like time quietly passing by.

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

Qin Lan curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, her whole body as soft as water, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing not yet fully calmed, her chest rising and falling, her skin flushed with a thin pink.

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

"Are you tired from filming lately?" he asked.

"It's alright, it's just that my schedule is a bit packed."

Qin Lan's voice was muffled.

"I'll be going back to the set after a two-day break."

I'm even a little envious of Rongrong. She only filmed one movie this year and has been traveling the whole time.

"Then you should rest too. I can talk to Lin Wei."

"No, I don't want it anymore~"

"The artist management department just became independent. If we all slack off, President Lin will be furious!"

Qin Lan smiled as she nestled in Fu Yibai's arms.

"President Lin..."

Thinking of Lin Wei complaining to him a few days ago, Fu Yibai couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Yibai gently stroked her hair, his fingertips twirling the soft ends.

"Lin Wei has indeed been under a lot of pressure lately. Yesterday she complained to me that she has been losing more hair since the artist department became independent."

"So, I can't slack off too."

"Even so, you should still take care to rest."

If you really feel it's special, you can reduce the number of announcements.

"Yes, I will."

Qin Lan snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position. She wrapped her legs around his, their skin touching, the warm sensation lingering.

The moonlight outside the window gradually faded, and the night changed from deep black to deep blue, and then from deep blue to light blue.

Their breathing gradually calmed down, becoming even and deep.