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

Chapter 196 Being Photographed

In early July, Iron Man's global box office surpassed $400 million.

It also grossed over 300 million RMB in China, becoming the highest-grossing imported film this year.

Robert Downey Jr. went from being a third-tier Hollywood star to a globally sought-after superstar, with film offers and endorsements pouring in.

Margaret sent a message from Los Angeles, asking Fu Yibai if they should strike while the iron is hot and start filming "Iron Man 2".

"No rush, let's wait a year."

They made a film about Black Widow this year.

"So, boss, are you still directing it yourself?"

"No, you should talk to the director."

The lead role is given to Scarlett Johansson.

"Okay, boss."

On July 8th, filming for "The Temptation to Go Home" wrapped up.

Wang Ou returned to Beijing from the film crew and sent a message to Fu Yibai that very evening.

"Mr. Fu, I've finished filming."

"Congratulations."

"May I treat you to a meal?"

Fu Yibai looked at the screen and thought for a moment.

"OK."

"Then tomorrow night? I'll pick you up."

"No need to answer. Just send me the address."

"it is good."

The next evening at seven o'clock, Fu Yibai arrived at a private restaurant hidden in a hutong according to the address.

Wang Ou stood at the door, wearing a light blue dress, her hair loose, and light makeup.

When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked towards him.

"Mr. Fu."

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived too."

The two entered the private room.

The dishes were ordered in advance; Wang Ou named several dishes, all of which were his favorites.

Fu Yibai sat down in the chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Is filming tiring?"

"It's alright. It's just that the last few scenes were too emotionally intense and a bit exhausting."

"The character Lin Pinru is indeed difficult to play."

The dishes were served, and the two ate and chatted.

Wang Ou talked about interesting things on set, how she worked with her co-stars, and how strict the director was.

Fu Yibai listened, occasionally interjecting a few words.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Ou put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

"Mr. Fu."

"Um?"

Have you...missed me lately?

Fu Yibai paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Wang Ou lowered his head and drew circles on the table with his finger.

"I just wanted to ask."

Fu Yibai put down his teacup and looked at her.

"I've thought about it."

Wang Ou raised his head, met his gaze, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"I've thought about it too."

She paused.

I think about it every day.

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, but simply reached out and took her hand, which was resting on the table.

Wang Ou's fingers tightened slightly, gripping him in return.

The private room quieted down, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing air.

"After dinner, come to my place?" Wang Ou's voice was very soft.

Fu Yibai looked at her.

"it is good."

After finishing their meal, the two left the restaurant.

The summer nights in Beijing are sweltering, with the chirping of cicadas coming in waves from the trees along the roadside.

Wang Ou walked beside him, her fingers hooked around his, not letting go.

Her car was parked at the entrance of the alley.

Fu Yibai got into the passenger seat, Wang Ou started the car, and drove into traffic.

The car window was open, and the night breeze blew in, carrying the smell of smoke from the roadside barbecue stalls.

Wang Ou gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at him with a smile on his lips.

"Watch where you're going," Fu Yibai said.

"I'm watching."

"You're looking at me."

Wang Ou burst out laughing.

"Can't I just look after you?"

"Okay. But let's scout out the route first."

Wang Ou pursed his lips and looked away.

The car stopped downstairs at her house.

The two entered the elevator, and Wang Ou pressed the floor button.

The elevator doors closed, leaving only two people in the cramped space.

Wang Ou stood beside him, her shoulder pressed against his arm.

The elevator went up floor by floor, the numbers flashing.

The elevator doors opened.

Wang Ou took out his keys from his bag and opened the door.

The entryway light turned on automatically.

She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

The kiss, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was passionate and lingering.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist in response.

The door closed behind me.

The living room lights were off, with only the neon lights from outside the window filtering in and casting shadows on the floor.

Wang Ou's kiss moved from the lips to the jaw, then to the Adam's apple, and continued downwards.

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time.

When she placed her palm on his chest, she looked up and met his gaze.

Those eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

"Darling~"

Quick, carry me back to my room!

"it is good."

The neon lights outside the window flashed tirelessly.

The room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing, one breath at a time, gradually losing its rhythm.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise finally subsided.

The bedroom quieted down, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner blowing air.

Wang Ou nestled in Fu Yibai's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers gently tracing circles on his lower abdomen.

Those long legs wrapped around his, skin to skin, the warm touch lingering for a long time.

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

Gradually, the two drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Fu Yibai returned to the company.

As soon as I arrived at the company, Zhao Qi walked in.

"Boss, could you please be more careful next time you 'date' the company's artists?"

"What happened? Did you get photographed again?"

"Someone came to our door early this morning with photos."

This is the umpteenth time already.

The money I spend on buying photos in a year is enough to make a movie.

"…………"

These paparazzi.

I'll be more careful next time.

Fu Yibai took the photo and looked at it; it was the photo of him and Wang Ou holding hands in the alley last night.

"Sister Qi, this isn't a solution."

Is there any way to stop them from filming me?

As a big boss, I can't always sneak around on dates.

"Sigh, I've thought about that too."

These paparazzi make a living from this.

"You're so popular right now, and the female artists in your company are all quite famous, that's why they're swarming around you like flies."

Zhao Qi sighed and put the photos into a folder.

"Or you could hire some bodyguards."

Next time, before getting out of the car, have the bodyguards check the surroundings for paparazzi.

Get off the bus only after the area has been cleared.

"bodyguard……"

Fu Yibai fell into thought.

He had indeed considered hiring a few bodyguards to protect himself in the past, but since he became a Bajiquan master and acquired superb skills, he has given up on that idea.

However, bodyguards can not only protect against paparazzi, but also against some unexpected situations. Now that he has become a big name and attracts attention, it is indeed necessary to hire a few bodyguards.

"Alright, I'll handle this myself. You may leave."

"Yes."