Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 419 Fairy! I'll fight you to the death!

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Since returning to China after filming "The Sky of History" last year, apart from traveling to North America and Berlin in mid-January to attend film festivals, I have lived in Wenyuhefu for more than half a year.

This was the first time Liu Yifei had been startled by such a sudden noise.

The manor is situated on a secluded hillside on the north bank of the Wenyu River ecological corridor. The main villa is backed by a 6-meter-high native mound covered with thorny rose bushes.

The wall on the right is right next to a tributary of the Wenyu River. The river has been widened to 15 meters by the local government. Who can swim across it?

If a thug breaks in from the direction near the main entrance, he will inevitably pass by Ah Fei's residence.

That's the security center of the entire manor. The manor is covered with German BOSCH infrared early warning systems. Who could brazenly break into the bottom of the building?

Liu Yifei thought of a possibility, but found it too incredible.

To be on the safe side, she picked up the phone and dialed Ah Fei directly. She then walked to the corridor outside the study and picked up a sharp-tipped copper flower branch from a vase.

"Miss Liu, it's alright, it's just the old man..."

"Sissi?" The inquiry from the first floor froze the girl's expression, and then Afei on the other end of the phone was pierced by a high-decibel scream of surprise.

Boss Lu's voice arrived before he did, and his figure gradually emerged from the shadows of the spiral staircase. The sound of his leather shoes on the marble steps was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He seemed to still carry the chill of a spring night flight on his shoulders, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, as if he had hastily withdrawn from the neon lights of the Huangpu River and returned wrapped in the clouds at 30,000 feet in the sky.

Liu Yifei was overjoyed: "You rascal, why are you back?!"

Lu Kuan looked up at Liu Yifei, who was standing ready on the second-floor corridor, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The girl walked barefoot on the soft carpet, the straps of her silk nightgown slipping down to her armpits from her earlier tense movements, revealing a section of her porcelain-white shoulder.

The copper flower branch she clutched gleamed coldly under the wall lamp, much like the gleaming steel fork in Runtu's hand. All that was missing was a bamboo tray tucked into her waistband so she could go straight to the melon patch to hunt badger.

"So late... are you going out hunting?"

Liu Yifei felt a surge of joy coursing through her chest. Watching him slowly walk upstairs, she thought of the "mental torment" she had suffered over the past few hours and felt extremely indignant!

"You heartless man, why didn't you call me?"

"If you don't provide a reasonable explanation, I'll take you down with me today!"

Lu Kuan walked up to her and naturally put his arm around his girlfriend's soft shoulder: "Of course I can explain."

"Elbow, come into the house with me."

Liu Yifei felt his large hand slide down to her waist and hips. She gently pinched her buttocks and then punched him hard on the back: "Pah! Shameless!"

She brazenly grabbed his collar and smelled it; there was a faint scent of perfume, but it wasn't hers.

The two sat down on the sofa in the bedroom. Xiao Liu looked at him with bright eyes, hoping he would explain the cause and effect of the matter to her.

Given the twists and turns that arose from Yang Mi and Tang Yan's notifications, her initial suspicions were only natural.

But the fact that Liu Yifei put down her phone to try to distract herself instead of rashly calling to question and reprimand her already shows how much she has grown over the years.

She was no longer the Don Quixote Fey who charged headlong into her birthday party with pure love, but rather someone who managed this relationship, destined to be full of twists and turns, with greater patience and wisdom.

Today she's a stunningly beautiful leading lady, but what about tomorrow? The day after?
Twenty-year-old girls in their prime are common, the flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year. How long can we guard against this?

However, what is most gratifying is that from the moment the washing machine appeared downstairs, Liu Yifei's patience and trust have been proven to be worthwhile.

His girlfriend, who had a sharp tongue but a kind heart, poured him a cup of tea, and the two sat facing each other.

"Shanghai Film Group is second only to China Film Group in the industry. Given the importance of the city it is located in, I originally thought it was just a simple symposium, and they asked me to go and support them."

"Unexpectedly, two uninvited guests arrived. One was Jiang Wen, who came to promote his next movie."

Mr. Lu paused for a moment, feeling that it was time to explain the whole story to her.

Otherwise, he understood the extent to which such suspicion and distrust could destroy a young girl's lovely soul, dragging her from innocence to the irreversible path of a resentful woman.

From "keeping a mistress in a golden house" to "the long-lasting resentment of the Changmen Palace," or even Xu Zhimo's Zhang Youyi during the Republic of China era, there are countless examples like this.

"The other one is Fan Bingbing. After dinner, I went back to the hotel with her to talk about things, and Tang Yan happened to come over as well."

The washing machine glanced at the girl, wanting to see if Tang Yan, this unexpected obstacle, was at her behest.

However, the latter had nothing to hide and was not afraid of being targeted. She remained unmoved by her boyfriend's mischievous gaze: "Why are you looking at me? It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh? You didn't know Fan Bingbing was here too?"

"Didn't you just say that? If I had known, would I still be sitting here? I would have called you long ago!" Liu Yifei said nonchalantly, not hesitating to smear herself in order to protect her best friend.

Even if Tang Yan did it voluntarily, without her instruction.

But she was afraid that Tang Yan would follow in Sun Wenwen's footsteps.

Whether the scoundrel believed it or not, she walked over, placed her hands on Lu Kuan's shoulders, her fingertips trembling slightly, and then suddenly sat up and straddled him.

With each movement, the hem of her silk nightgown slid down to her upper thighs, revealing two sections of porcelain-white flesh, her knees pressing heavily into the sofa cushions.

"Tell me! Why did Fan Bingbing go too?"

Lu Kuan didn't expose her, and continued to explain, "She went to see Xie Jin. Xie Jin called to invite me when he was in Germany, didn't you hear that?"

"This is a long story. Humans are social animals, and even Xie Jin has times when he can't save face."

"However, this old director is a virtuous elder. After dinner, he took the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk with me."

Liu Yifei, of course, wouldn't go into the matter of Xie Jin seemingly creating opportunities for his female apprentice; she was simply waiting curiously for his answer.

Lu Kuan took a sip of tea and recalled the events slowly and deliberately:

Xie Jin said that Fan Bingbing was too smart, like the white magnolia he planted at home. The more beautiful it bloomed, the higher it wanted to climb. But there are strong winds at the top, and it would be torn apart by the night wind and fall into the mud.

"He was worried that this female apprentice would repeat Liu Xiaoqing's mistakes, and he felt very sorry for her. He asked me to pull her out of the precipice if possible."

Lu Kuan's words were cold-blooded; how could Xie Jin know who had pushed her off the cliff?
If things really escalate to a point of hysteria and a fight to the death, Bingbing himself could be blamed, but looking back from the beginning, he can't escape responsibility either.

Xiao Liu listened thoughtfully, not minding the old man's apparent entrustment of his child, but then he thought of Chen Bailu in "Sunrise," which he had just been studying in the study.

How similar.

"Xie Jin also mentioned you."

"Me?" Liu Yifei pointed to her nose, her smooth eyebrows furrowing adorably, looking surprised.

He said you are like Du Liniang in "The Peony Pavilion", full of emotion and advising me to be like Tang Xianzu and not ruin this scholar's dream.

What does this mean?

Fortunately, this generation of Xiao Liu had also brushed up on his knowledge of opera and performance, otherwise he might not have been able to figure out the witty remark from Xie Jin, a descendant of Xie An.

What kind of character is Du Liniang in "The Peony Pavilion"?
Born into an official family, she fell in love with the scholar Liu Mengmei after a dream in the garden. She died of illness caused by her unrequited love, but her soul returned and she married the resurrected scholar, thus fulfilling her wish.

This female character, created in 1598, is an extreme expression of the emotion that "the living can die, and the dead can live."

If Guo Bingbing is like Chen Bailu in "Sunrise", then Liu Yifei is like Du Liniang in "The Peony Pavilion".

She was a rebel against traditional ethics, and while strolling in the garden, she exclaimed, "Do you know that my lifelong love is nature?" She was unrestrained, free, and lively.

Even as a ghost, she still actively seeks love, subverting the traditional image of a lady in feudal times.

How similar is this to Xiao Liu, who actively jumped out of the frame?
The many rules of the entertainment industry are a kind of ethical cage for practitioners, but they only have the effect of "forcing good people into prostitution".

In this melting pot, how many people can walk their own path with clarity and not be afraid of the storms along the way?

If Du Liniang in the play is a soul that breaks free from the constraints of social norms, then Liu Yifei in reality is a comet that shatters the unspoken rules of the industry.

Xie Jin was the 53rd generation descendant of Xie An of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. His family has inherited traditional culture for generations, and both his parents were prominent local families in Shangyu and Yuyao, Zhejiang Province.

He knew that Lu Kuan was neither an elder nor a relative, but was only advising him with good intentions, advising him to cherish Du Liniang and give her a happy ending like Tang Xianzu did.

Don't let this perfect character, who embodies the "unchanging ideals of love and life's perplexities of Chinese literati for a thousand years," be reduced to dust and ruin.

Directors are also artists, and can generally be categorized as intellectuals, who all dream of having a beautiful woman by their side.

Who wouldn't want a soulmate like Liu Yifei, who is so devoted and loyal?
She possesses the pure love of Du Liniang, who "love arises without knowing its origin and deepens with each passing moment," and she also has a more vibrant life force than the refined ladies in the play, making people feel they can always entrust their backs to her with complete peace of mind.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Having lost his son in his old age and suffering from a serious illness, Xie Jin knew that he did not have many years left.

He couldn't stop his wife, Xu Dawen, from informing Bingbing to come to Shanghai and run into Lu Kuan, but he had to make some arrangements for his affairs after his death, based on his perspective and good intentions.

Bingbing entered Hengtong Performing Arts School at the age of sixteen. Regardless of whether the concern shown to him over the years was genuine or just flattery, he always felt a sense of mentorship and deep affection for his students.

Both out of compassion and reason, he wanted to help her one last time, lest she end up following the same path of no return as those who came before her.

However, he did not want to interfere with or ruin the relationship between Liu Yifei and Lu Kuan because of his own reasons.

Therefore, after asking him to lend a helping hand in the future, the author hinted at the story of Du Liniang from "The Peony Pavilion," using the past to comment on the present without being too didactic or offensive.

This is the good intention of an old writer, director, teacher, and elder.

Liu Yifei listened with deep emotion, especially after immersing herself in Chen Bailu's life journey tonight.

Of course, Xie Jin's praise also delighted her. Sitting on the washing machine's lap, she joked, "We're both directors, how come there's such a big difference in our character?"

Then, as if remembering something, she pinched her boyfriend's stubble chin with a fierce look: "What do you and Fan Bingbing have to say? Do you have to go to the hotel room to talk?"

Boss Lu smiled and said, "Didn't you already guess?"

Liu Yifei raised an eyebrow slightly: "What did I guess?"

"Then why did you have Yang Mi hold Huayi's shares on your behalf?"

There was a moment of silence in the room. Xiao Liu looked surprised: "Fan Bingbing told you?"

"She didn't tell me, but two years ago, when Huayi first issued shares, given Yang Mi's net worth and status at the time, and the uncertain situation, would she have been willing to spend millions to buy shares?"

"Is it possible that it wasn't remotely controlled by your rich best friend?"

Liu Yifei couldn't help but smile, her pretty face revealing dimples. She felt a sense of relief at no longer having to play games, and a sense of pride that she could see through his intentions: "So Fan Bingbing is also holding it on your behalf."

"Zhou Xun too? And Zhang Jizhong?"

"All."

"When did it start?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Kuan blurted out a lie without batting an eye: "From the day Hua Yi and Zhou Jun targeted you and started digging up dirt on you all over the internet."

The Berlin Film Festival Best Actor began to deliver a powerful performance, recalling the past with a deep expression: "That day I pushed open the door and saw you, sixteen years old, sitting in front of the computer, looking at your own scandals on Tianya, so helpless."

His Adam's apple bobbed with each deep breath, his fingertips gently caressing his girlfriend's wrist bone, as if stroking fragile bone china, his voice carrying just the right amount of huskiness:
“You were curled up in a tiny ball, and the blue light from the screen was reflected on your face.”

"It's like...like an envelope without an address, not knowing where to go."

As he spoke, his left hand subtly traced his girlfriend's waistline, his fingertips circling the subtle patterns on her silk nightgown, the warmth of his hand causing the girl to tremble slightly.

"It was from that time on that, in order to find an opportunity to infiltrate the enemy, I had no choice but to make a deal with Bing... with Fan Bingbing."

"Hua Yi, Zhou Jun, and Song Zude, now the latter two can no longer be found, so only Hua Yi is left."

His tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if he had died in the line of duty, had no choice but to do it, and had to go in and out of the big star seven times for Xiao Liu's sake.

At first glance, these hidden stories from the past few years, coupled with his profound and moving performance, would probably not reveal anything to outsiders.

However, the "Du Liniang" who is now less than ten centimeters away from his handsome face is his wife.

She is his wife who has "watched him grow up" since he was fourteen and a half years old, and she knows his good and evil sides very well.

The girl suddenly sat up, her hair brushing against the man's chin, carrying the scent of orange blossom shower gel, and her nose wrinkled slightly.

"lie!"

"You've known her since 2002, don't tell me you could have held back until 2004 with that lecherous look on your face...?"

She found it difficult to talk about her boyfriend's past affairs with other women. After a pause, she looked at him with a mocking expression: "You said you made a deal with her in 2004. What about before that? Was it true love?"

The ultimate taunt plus the ultimate death trap.

Even after they became a couple, Liu Yifei rarely mentioned Fan Bingbing to him, because she was indeed a thorn in her heart that she could never remove during her teenage years.

At that time, she was unsure of the weight of the thorn and was afraid that if she pulled it out rashly, it would really spurt out a tube of blood, making everyone lose face.

However, since he was willing to tell her everything today, she didn't mind digging deeper to completely eliminate this unstable factor from their relationship, so that she wouldn't cause everyone to misjudge her again like this time.

The girl's question was still very powerful, and the washing machine felt powerless, as if it had shot itself in the foot.

When his attempts to deceive her failed, he resorted to a more conciliatory approach, his large, warm hands caressing her smooth, white thighs, while he changed the subject, quoting lyrics:

"Let bygones be bygones, life is already full of storms..."

Liu Yifei was furious and swung her fist at him: "Unrepentant! You spout nonsense and now you're even singing!"

"I told you to sing! I told you to sing!"

Xiao Liu is still a refined young woman; otherwise, she should be like Lei Jiayin in "Crazy Journey," a film produced by Wenjie a few years ago—

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The washing machine had no choice but to resort to its shameless methods, switching from rubbing her thighs to a two-pronged approach, reaching up from under the girl's nightgown and unhooking her bra from behind.

The move was so swift that Liu Yifei couldn't react at all. The strategy of encircling and rescuing Wei was completely effective. This tried-and-tested tactic was called "using yellow to control violence."

"Ugh... ugh..." Two strategic locations fell, and then he was physically silenced. It took a lot of effort for Xiao Liu to finally push away the beast in front of him: "You bastard! You haven't finished speaking yet, what are you thinking about?"

"Let's take a break, let's take a break." Lu Kuan smiled and put his arm around her waist. This distraction temporarily averted the crisis. It was also because Liu Yifei didn't want to hear about it and didn't want to get upset. There was no need to dwell on these details anymore.

She knew perfectly well how terrible the washing machine had been in the past.

If you're not deaf and mute, you can't be a first wife.

After a series of jokes and banter, Boss Lu began to recount his entire design process for Huayi—

Including the later luring of Ahri and Wendy Deng into the trap, and this time the strategy of using the listing of "Schrödinger" of Wenjie to exert pressure, openly displaying this long scroll of the Yan Kingdom map in front of Consort Liu Yi.

And this final dagger will obviously be plunged into the enemy's heart soon.

"Huayi is really unlucky, and so are Ma Yun and Deng Wendi, they've all stepped into your cesspool."

"What a cesspool! Such a beautiful person, yet she speaks so rudely."

Xiao Liu couldn't help but recall the parting words he uttered at his birthday banquet, "I'm still useful," which resonated with the current decryption, truly evoking a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi - deep emotion/reflection).

So this is what he meant by "useful," but it's obvious that Fan Bingbing must have used it in other places as well.

This piece of shit!

Liu Yifei gets angry whenever she thinks about it, even though according to the principle of "the law does not apply retroactively," this happened before they got engaged.

That won't work either! That's wrong too!
"But what if Fan Bingbing uses this to blackmail you?"

"If you disagree, she won't cooperate with your plan, and might even turn against you, causing your plan to fail."

Liu Yifei raised this question based on pre-existing assumptions.

This means the washing machine has been reformed and is now used in household applications.

She never seemed to genuinely ask him to make any promises or guarantees, or to sign any commitment to sexual morality and self-discipline like a pledge.

Just like tonight when she thought it over and decided to trust me as always, there are some things that everyone knows but it's not good to say them outright.

Furthermore, the shrewd Liu Yifei was also trying to protect his male pride. What powerful and ruthless man would want to be controlled?

There aren't many people who are willing to humble themselves and serve others, let alone their romantic partners.

She didn't want to see such a proud person bow his head, even if it was in front of her.

As long as she feels this cherishing in her heart, it's like he flew back tonight "riding on auspicious clouds" to put her mind at ease.

That's enough.

Hearing Liu Yifei's question, Xihang teased her in a serious tone: "The profits that Huayi can gain from this game are no less than 10 billion. If that's really the case, then I might as well sacrifice myself!"

"If I do a little physical labor, I might be able to afford a private jet for my family next year. It's actually quite a good deal."

Judging from his expression and demeanor, Xiao Liu must have already prepared a backup plan. A realistic person like him either has ways to control Fan Bingbing or has other contingency plans, so there's no need for Xiao Liu to worry about it.

She replied expressionlessly, "Sure! Then you'll have to work even harder!"

"I'll stand by and record it for you. As the after-sales service provider for washing machines, I'll handle customer complaints. If you get tired, I can even help push it."

The young girl had a brilliant idea: "Come on, hurry up and take off your clothes. I'll take some nude photos of you to market. You're always full of energy, aren't you? Stop making movies and go be a gigolo!"

"The private jet you got by selling yourself is called 'The Washing Machine,' which is quite fitting."

Boss Lu found it amusing, but with his thick skin, he didn't care. On the contrary, Liu Yifei got annoyed with her own words.

She immediately grabbed Pinocchio's nose, fiercely pressed her forehead against her boyfriend's, and stared into his eyes:

"Before you came back, you were in a hotel room in Shanghai with Fan Bingbing, hmm?"

"what?"

Xiao Liu was annoyed that he was pretending: "Pretending! What did you say?"

The washing machine said solemnly, "Of course, it can pass through a hundred flowers without a single petal sticking to it!"

"There was no physical contact at all; people spoke from several meters away."

"Later, Tang Yan came, and I let her in, using the excuse that I wanted her to audition for Jiang Wen's new film, also to testify for me. You can ask Tang Yan if you don't believe me?"

Liu Yifei squinted: "Really? Then why do you smell like her perfume?"

"It's your own self-inflicted inferiority complex."

Liu Xiaolv became enraged and resorted to violence, pounding the jade plate with his fists: "Sing again! Sing again!"

The two playfully cuddled together, and Boss Lu's hands had been lingering inside her silk pajamas for quite some time before he looked at her with "affectionate eyes": "Xixi..."

"Go take a shower first, you're all dirty and smelly."

"Okay! Wait for me in bed!"

Xiao Liu chuckled to himself as he watched his impatient back. Judging from his gluttonous appearance, he was sure to be loyal tonight.

All doubts were dispelled, and misunderstandings were instantly resolved.

From the moment they met, the thorn in Liu Yifei's side that had been a constant source of frustration in their relationship was finally removed.

Even if it was because Tang Yan had uncovered Bingbing's plot, his ability to fly back to Beiping overnight to put his mind at ease showed that his actions spoke louder than anything else.

All that remains to be seen is when Bingbing will be willing to back down.

Liu Yifei isn't a saint, but she genuinely can't bring herself to feel much ill will towards Bingbing.

Perhaps it was because of her status as the victor, or perhaps she had seen her helpless state in front of him.

Moreover, now that the fog between her and Lu Kuan has cleared up, a sudden emotional crisis has become the antidote to heal the wounds from her birthday party. What more could she ask for?
The fine lines at the corners of the girl's eyes radiated sweetness. She happily got up, thought for a moment, and went to the dressing room to change into a rather... embarrassing nightgown.

I bought it when I went shopping with Su Chang last time, but Xiao Liu has never been willing to wear it out.

Whether it's a white cat or a black cat, a good cat is one that doesn't steal fish. Consider this a reward for coming back late at night!
After taking a shower, Mr. Lu leisurely pushed open the bathroom door. The desire that had been aroused in the hotel room by the Huangpu River earlier became even more intense after seeing his girlfriend.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow at the doorway, Liu Yifei leaned against the walnut wood door frame. The halter neck design of her silk pajamas was tied into a lazy bow at the back of her neck, with two ribbons hanging down along the indentation of her spine, stopping just above her lower back.

The Morandi pink silk fabric was coated with a honey-colored halo by the corridor wall lamps, and with each breath, it rippled at the collarbone. The lace at the edge of the V-neck, like a spider web disturbed by the evening breeze, trembled and brushed against the outline of the snow-covered hill.

The road is so wide it's like looking at a beautiful ancient Greek sculpture.

But unlike other sculptures, this one named after the goddess of beauty is movable!

His girlfriend was really going all out to reward him today. She even wore matte silk gloves that reached her elbows, completely covering her forearms, but then tightened them at her wrists with a ring of pearl buttons to conceal the barely concealed sense of restraint.

She deliberately touched her lip with her gloved index finger, biting her fingertip and slowly pulling down the fabric. This action caused the halter strap to tighten suddenly, pulling out a large expanse of jade-like skin on her back, her shoulder blades rising and falling like butterfly wings about to take flight under the thin silk.

Her eyes were languid, her movements elegant, her expression alluring, and her posture seductive.

Liu Yifei went all out, a hint of moisture spreading across her lips from the silk glove on her fingertips, the pearl buttons trembling slightly on her wrist with each breath: "Little Taoist, is it pretty?"

The last syllable carried a tingling sensation, making one's heart flutter.

How could a fake Taoist priest withstand such a test? His gaze was like a magnet, firmly attached to her, his eyes surging with a burning desire, like a wildfire suddenly igniting in the wilderness.

My gaze slowly drifted from the bow on her neck, past the delicate ripples of her collarbone and the trembling of the lace, and my Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"A beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen, her body as soft as butter, a sword at her waist to slay mortals!"

"You demon, today this Taoist priest will fight you to the death!"

. . .

It was nearly 2 a.m. when Boss Lu returned to Beiping riding on auspicious clouds.

The young couple then took the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk, pouring out their hearts, sharing their innermost feelings, and making intimate, heartfelt vows.

They finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Book lovers who enjoy a few drinks in their spare time know that while a person's alcohol tolerance may be limited, there is always the possibility of a sudden burst of energy under different moods, occasions, and atmospheres.

This is called "the drinking scene is like a battlefield, and sentiment is the commander."

Some drink alone by the west window, becoming tipsy before the third round; others hold grand banquets, becoming even more clear-headed after a thousand cups.

Just as wine can intoxicate mountains and rivers when enjoyed by kindred spirits, it becomes tasteless and tasteless when the conversation is not going well.

The same is true for Consort Liu tonight.

Whether it's because she's opened her heart and removed her constraints, Xiao Liu, dressed in pink, is practically a reincarnation of Mulan. From the pitch-black night to the first light of dawn, she truly showed the washing machine the demeanor of a leading lady.

As the sky outside the French windows gradually turned white, the surface of the Wenyu River reflected the faint light, and the morning mist enveloped the manor like a light veil.

Liu Yifei's pink battle dress had already been crumpled and thrown at the foot of the bed. She was half-lying on Lu Kuan, her hair was messily scattered on his chest, and her cheeks were still flushed.

His fingers gently stroked the ends of the girl's hair, while his other hand lingered on her smooth back, as if caressing a precious work of art.

"Sisi, your skills have improved."

"Afraid?"

"Afraid? I wish it could be like this every single day!"

Xiao Liu hummed lazily, not even bothering to lift her eyelids, but snuggled closer to him like a satisfied cat.

Lu Kuan chuckled, his fingers sliding down her spine, causing her to tremble slightly. She finally opened her eyes and glared at him: "Don't do it again!"

The washing machine said sullenly, "I can't come here again. I'm going to get up and exercise."

Liu Yifei scoffed, "The sun must have risen in the west today."

"You didn't finish reciting those two lines of poetry last night!"

"what?"

The fake Taoist priest rose leisurely and dressed: "A beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen, her body as soft as butter, a sword at her waist to slay mortals. Though no heads fall, she secretly drains your marrow."

"My bone marrow is depleted!"

"Yeah, why didn't you recite this lousy poem when you needed it? Now you're blaming me?"

Xiao Liu giggled and jumped onto him, then fell onto the soft bed with her boyfriend. The morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed, casting their intertwined shadows.

The morning breeze along the Wenyu River gently brushed past the treetops, creating a rustling sound, as if it were also chuckling softly at the tireless couple.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Huangpu River, at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

The morning light, like a knife, sliced ​​through the last wisp of smoke between Bingbing's fingers.

She sat by the French windows, a slender cigarette between her fingers, the smoke rising in the morning light and then being dispersed by the river breeze.

Outside the window, the cruise ships on the Huangpu River had long since stopped, and the river surface was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the still-sleeping city skyline on the opposite bank.

She was still wearing the same silk dress from last night, but it was now wrinkled beyond recognition, and the shoulder strap had slipped down, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder.

Bingbing's makeup was already ruined; her eyeliner was smudged and her lipstick was patchy, but she was too lazy to wipe it off.

Her supposedly effective seductive tactics finally failed.

Even with the interruption from that female entertainer, Lu Kuan's final attitude made everything clear.

His words before leaving, "Bingbing, do your job well," made me hesitate, and I could only stand at the door of the room and watch him leave.

How to do?
To be honest, the leading lady who sat by the floor-to-ceiling window all night had considered it...

betray.

But in this sleepless night, as Bingbing gazed at the neon reflections of the Huangpu River outside her window and repeatedly pondered the thought of betrayal, she didn't even have the courage to continue thinking about it.

If he were to withdraw, his entire game would collapse. Would Bingbing dare to use this hand to negotiate with him and ask him to treat her as before?

Even though the conditions were so humble that they were practically dust, they did not affect his vested interests in the slightest.

She was targeting Liu Yifei's interests, possibly even her exclusive interests.

Bingbing had witnessed the fates of Liu Zeyu, Zhou Jun, and Lu Chuan, the three father-son pairs. The fact that he had never made a mistake over the years also horrified Bingbing, who had always followed him.

How to do?
These three words came to mind once again.

I was filled with both fear and restless desire; I was truly unwilling to accept this situation.

She stubbed out her cigarette, stood up, and walked barefoot to the cold floor, reaching the French windows.

The morning light was blinding. Bingbing squinted as he looked at the city across the river gradually awakening and suddenly felt incredibly ironic.

The morning light over the Huangpu River gradually brightened, but her shadow remained lonely on the glass, like a forgotten painting.

The ferry's horn suddenly sounded on the river, causing the glass to tremble slightly. Her reflection shattered into countless pieces, each one mocking her delusional fantasies.

The morning light finally filled the entire room, but it couldn't dispel the chill that lingered around her.

That was a chilling cold that had seeped into the very bones, accumulated from countless nights of silent endurance.

Perhaps she had figured something out, but a ruthless glint suddenly flashed in the actress's venomous eyes.

Will things go in the direction Xie Jin fears most?

(End of this chapter)