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

Chapter 365 Women and the Zhang Family

February 8, 2010, 2 PM.

When Fu Yibai left the company, it was already completely dark. Guo Zhenni had already left work early to go home and prepare for the New Year, and he drove himself to Yang Rong's apartment building.

There was a knock on the door twice, and then the door opened.

When Yang Rong saw Fu Yibai, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she stepped aside.

"They're here."

"Um."

Fu Yibai changed into slippers. The room was very warm, and there was a faint scent of jasmine in the air.

Yang Rong didn't immediately walk to the living room. Instead, she stood still and waited for Fu Yibai to change his shoes and straighten up. Then, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist, his hand slowly climbing down to her graceful curves.

Her body, warm and soft, pressed against his chest through his thin loungewear.

After a while, Yang Rong finally released him, her forehead pressed against his chin, her breathing a little unsteady.

"Why are you being so proactive today?"

Fu Yibai looked down at her.

Yang Rong raised her head, her eyes sparkling.

"I've heard about what happened in Iceland."

"so…"

Fu Yibai looked at her.

Yang Rong took his hand and led him to the living room, where she sat him down on the sofa. Then, she naturally nestled into his lap and buried her face in his neck.

"Yi Bai, I don't need to wait."

In recent years, I have spent more than half the year traveling, and my fans have gotten used to my sudden lack of exposure.

Even if I suddenly became pregnant, it wouldn't cause any ripples.

Fu Yibai's fingers ran through her hair, his fingertips caressing the back of her neck.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind."

Yang Rong lifted her head from the crook of his neck and met his gaze.

"If Sister Binbin and the others can have children for you, so can I."

Moreover, I'm more convenient than them; I don't need to worry about scheduling or making public relations plans. I can be available anytime.

Fu Yibai said no more, cupped Yang Rong's head, and kissed her.

This kiss was longer and more forceful than the one at the door.

Yang Rong placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingertips tightening, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Clothes were scattered all the way from the living room to the bedroom.

Yang Rong was exceptionally wild tonight.

She straddled Fu Yibai, her hands braced against his chest, her waist swaying like a willow branch in the wind, each rise and fall carrying an unbridled force.

Her hair fell over her shoulders and swayed back and forth with her movements.

His lips were slightly parted, his breathing was intermittent, and occasionally a soft moan that he couldn't suppress was uttered.

"Yibai...Yibai..."

She leaned down, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and pressed all her weight onto him.

Fu Yibai rolled over and pinned her down.

Yang Rong wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms tightly encircling his neck, and her fingernails left faint red marks on his back.

Only the intertwined breaths of the two people and the faint sounds of their bodies colliding remained in the room.

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

Yang Rong curled up in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, her breathing not yet fully calm.

"Um?"

"Who do you think the child will resemble when they grow up?"

Fu Yibai placed his palm on her bare shoulder blade, his fingertips gently caressing it.

"Like you."

Why?

"You work so hard, who else would you be like?"

Yang Rong chuckled softly, snuggled closer to him, and buried her face even deeper.

"Then I'll have to study harder a few more times."

Her hand then reached for places she shouldn't have.

The night outside the window was dark, and suppressed sounds rose again from inside the room.

On February 10, Fu Yibai drove to Liu Yifei's residence.

Liu Yifei called to say she had something to tell him.

The tone on the phone lacked its usual cheerfulness and sweetness.

Liu Yifei usually lives with Liu Xiaoli, but upon learning that Fu Yibai was coming today, Liu Xiaoli tactfully left in advance.

The entire apartment was empty, with only her remaining.

When Fu Yibai pushed the door open, Liu Yifei was curled up on the sofa watching TV.

The TV was showing a preview of the special season of "Running Man".

She had a camel-colored blanket covering her legs.

On the coffee table sat a half-empty glass of red wine, the liquid leaving pale purple streaks on the glass.

"You're here?"

She turned to look at Fu Yibai, her voice soft.

"Um."

Fu Yibai changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa.

Liu Yifei didn't immediately come over as usual, but simply moved her leg to the side to make room for him.

Fu Yibai had a vague guess about her attitude.

The images on the television continued to play.

The two of them watched TV quietly for a few minutes.

Liu Yifei picked up the wine glass on the coffee table, finished the last sip, then put the glass down and turned to face Yi Bai.

"Yang Mi told me."

Her tone was calm.

"The Icelandic situation."

Fu Yibai didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

Liu Yifei remained silent for a while.

She's been thinking a lot these days.

When she heard the news from Yang Mi, her first reaction was disbelief.

Fan Binbin, Liu Yan, Qin Lan, Li Dabai—these women actually made a pact under the aurora borealis to have children with the same man.

She always felt she had an advantage: she was young, beautiful, had become famous early, and had known Fu Yibai for quite some time.

She thought that as long as she persevered, those older women would eventually retire.

But they have no intention of leaving.

They bound Fu Yibai's future in a way she never imagined.

"I've never considered them as rivals."

Liu Yifei spoke, her voice very soft.

"I thought I was young and could afford to wait. Once they're all gone, you'll be mine."

She looked up and met Fu Yibai's gaze.

There were no tears in her eyes, only an intense, serious expression.

"But now I understand."

They don't plan to leave. They want to use their children to tie you down, to tie you down for life.

Then I'll just be like them.

Liu Yifei lifted the blanket and straddled Fu Yibai's lap.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her face was very close to his, and her breath brushed against his face, carrying the slightly astringent scent of red wine.

"What Sister Binbin can do, what Sister Liuyan can do, what all of them can do, I, Liu Yifei, can do as well."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and kissed him.

Fu Yibai originally thought Liu Yifei was planning to leave him, but he didn't expect her to react like this.

He held Liu Yifei tightly around the waist, responding passionately to her kiss.

The two moved from the living room to the bedroom.

Liu Yifei's bedroom is very large, and her bed is also very large.

Her cashmere sweater was tossed on the carpet, followed by her undershirt and trousers.

"Brother Yibai."

Her voice was trembling, but her eyes remained open, staring straight at him.

And then everything began.

Liu Yifei arched her body, her fingernails digging into his back.

Her lips were slightly parted, emitting intermittent soft moans.

Every touch sent shivers down her spine.

Afterwards, Liu Yifei curled up beside Fu Yibai, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

Fu Yibai gently stroked the woman's tender body in his arms.

"Sissi".

"Um?"

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed Liu Yifei on the cheek, then repeated what he had said to Tang Yan and Yang Mi before.

"So you mean, the older sisters should be the first in line, and I should be at the back?"

"It's not a question of whether or not to queue."

How old are you this year? If you really want to have children, it's not too late to wait a few years.

If you give birth now, you won't be able to film for at least a year, and you're currently in your prime.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Liu Yifei remained silent for a long while.

"Then promise me."

Her voice was muffled.

"When it's my turn, I want to have two."

"OK."

"One man and one woman."

"...I can't control that."

"I don't care. You just have to promise me."

"Okay, I promise."

Liu Yifei then snuggled closer to him, burying her face even deeper.

After a while, her breathing gradually became even and long, and she fell asleep.

Fu Yibai held her in his arms, gently patting her back, and slowly, he fell asleep too.

February 13th, Lunar New Year's Eve.

Fu Yibai drove home for the Chinese New Year.

"You brat, so you finally decided to come back!"

As soon as Li Hui opened the door, she grabbed Fu Yibai by the ear.

"Mom, Mom, let go, let go."

I was wrong, I was so wrong.

"You brat, you think you can hide?"

Keep hiding.

Li Hui let go and angrily threw a pair of slippers at Fu Yibai.

"Mom, what am I hiding from?"

"What are you hiding from?"

"I really had some trouble abroad last year."

Your son is now an internationally renowned director, with a ton of projects waiting for me in Hollywood. I have no choice but to go and take a look.

"That's all an excuse. I know exactly what you're thinking."

"Alright, alright, let the child come inside first."

Fu Jianlin came out of the house and pulled Li Hui away.

Fu Yibai followed behind.

Li Hui single-handedly prepared the New Year's Eve dinner, which included salted duck, braised lion's head meatballs, steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork ribs, and more. The table was laden with dishes.

The three people sat at a round table, with the TV on playing the Spring Festival Gala.

"You brat, you never come home to visit all year round. Have you forgotten about your parents?"

"Mom, I'm back now."

Fu Yibai lowered his head and ate his rice, trying to avoid Li Hui's nagging by eating quickly.

"How old are you this year?"

Fu Yibai paused for a moment.

He knew what the subtext of those words was.

"I'm twenty-nine."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's thirty."

Li Hui put down her chopsticks and looked at Fu Yibai's face.

"When your dad was thirty, you could already run."

"mom--"

"Don't call me Mom."

Tell me, when exactly do you plan to get married?

Can you still let me hold my grandson?

If you don't have a goal, I'll have someone introduce you to someone.

Fu Yibai remained silent for a few seconds, and finally decided it was time to confront the elderly couple.

"Mom, Dad."

There's something I think I should tell you all this year.

Li Hui and Fu Jianlin exchanged a glance.

"I have a girlfriend."

Li Hui's eyes lit up immediately.

"Really? Who is it?"

What's your name? How old are you? What do you do? Where are you from?

"Mom, please don't scold me after I'm done talking."

Why would I scold you? Your mom is overjoyed that you have a girlfriend.

"As long as the girl is a good girl, Mom will agree."

"…"

I've had more than one girlfriend.

"What do you mean?"

Li Hui didn't quite understand, but Fu Jianlin frowned slightly.