This actor has something

Chapter 311 Cannes Beach
Is there a medicine for regret in this world?

Maybe not……

He Daqi regretted it somewhat; he shouldn't have brought Zhou Huimin to participate in the variety show without considering the consequences.

Even if he wanted to repay a favor to Yoo Jae-seok, he should have gone to participate in the recording after he finished filming the movie and before he left.

Thinking of this, He Daqi sighed helplessly.

"Ahhhh! The Great Opening!!!"

"Daqi! I love you!"

"Great Qi, look at me! Great Qi, look at me!"

"He Daqi! I love you! He Daqi! I love you!"

Several hundred South Korean girls stood outside the film set, peering inside.

As soon as they saw He Daqi finish filming a scene and leave the camera's view, the girls would excitedly jump and dance at the door.

They were quite self-aware, knowing that there should be no noise during filming, so they waited until He Daqi finished filming before they started screaming and shouting.

These girls found out that He Daqi was filming here after watching the variety show on Saturday, and they asked around to find him.

Today was relatively few; on Monday, nearly several thousand people surrounded the film crew.

It was the staff who arrived early who noticed something was wrong and quickly notified Seagate headquarters. Seagate then temporarily sent more people to maintain order and also informed He Daqi to arrive later so they could hold a fan meeting instead.

After He Daqi arrived, he persuaded the fans who saw him to gradually disperse.

However, there were still some stubborn ones. After they learned that He Daqi was here, these few hundred people came to guard him every day. Even if He Daqi didn't come to greet them, they would happily watch him from a distance, their eyes full of love.

"Daqi, your fans are really energetic."

He sighed again upon hearing this: "It's really strange. Don't they have to go to work or school? They come here every day to keep watch over us, and they won't listen to any advice."

Sun Yizhen was very self-aware and kept several steps away from He Daqi. Even when she was talking to He Daqi, she didn't look in his direction, as if she were talking to herself.

She's learned her lesson the hard way.

Before she was on guard, she was still doing what she always did: during breaks in filming, she would come over and chat with He Daqi with a smile, only to be met with misfortune.

It's hard to imagine that a group of young girls could swear so rudely.

Seeing Sun Yizhen chatting with He Daqi, the group of girls at the door acted as if they had seen an old sow trying to gnaw on their own little cabbage, yelling and cursing at Sun Yizhen to stay away from their Daqi oppa.

So now Sun Yizhen has learned her lesson. Even if she wants to chat with He Daqi, she keeps her distance from him, doesn't look at him, and talks to him as if she were talking to herself.

“I can’t even imagine what they might do if they knew your partner was living here with you. Speaking of which, are your fans like this in your country too? Wouldn’t people criticize Vivian Chow?”

"Yes, there are some, but very few. And we're not this crazy over there. I'm really impressed. Where do you guys get so many idle people here, and with such a strong sense of hostility? I feel like if I were to say anything bad about so-and-so, they might just go and chop someone up for me."

"I don't know..." Son Ye-jin covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Sun Yizhen had no idea, but He Daqi seemed to know something about it.

After all, he had experienced this kind of life dozens of times in the simulated training space, so he was quite familiar with its drawbacks.

Despite being an Asian culture, it was forced by the United States to imitate it, resulting in a hybrid that not only lost its own culture but also adopted a lot of dross.

He Daqi glanced discreetly at the entrance of the film crew, then frowned as he looked at the group of seemingly crazy young girls.

This can't go on...

It's alright now, he's just guarding the entrance to the film set. But if he were a little more obsessed and secretly followed his car, finding out where he lives, what would happen then?

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and made a long-distance call.

"Hey, Sister Liu, could you ask Li Yixin if she's still the president of my fan club in South Korea? If she's stepped down, could you ask if she can get in touch with the current president? Some of the more extreme fans here might be interfering with my life."

"Wait a moment, Daqi." Liu Ying said without hanging up. Judging from the noise, she probably went straight to find Li Yixin.

A moment later, Li Yixin's voice came from the other end.

"Daqi, I'm still the president of the fan club in South Korea. It's just that it's inconvenient, so I haven't been in contact with them for a long time. When we set up the fan club, we made it clear that we wouldn't interfere with your life, so I guess these fans are new fans who haven't joined the fan club."

"I remember the vice president's surname is Zheng, right? Could you ask her to help me get these people who come to block me every day into the fan club and teach them how to properly support their idols?"

"Okay, I'll contact them right away."

He Daqi hummed in agreement and prepared to hang up the phone.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ying heard He Daqi about to hang up and hurriedly asked, "Daqi, have you asked for leave yet? Don't forget to go to Hong Kong in a few days to meet up with the main creative team of 'The Years of Dragons' and attend the Cannes Film Festival together."

"I had really forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. Okay, Sister Liu, I understand."

"Remember to bring Vivian..."

"I know, I know."

……

……

Cannes is a coastal city.

However, it borders the Mediterranean Sea.

Fortunately, there wasn't much difference; it's all the sea, and seawater is salty.

He Daqi did not go with Du Qifeng and the others.

Right now, he's walking on the beach with Vivian Chow in his arms.

May in Cannes is neither too hot nor too cold, with an average temperature of 15 degrees Celsius, which is not suitable for swimming, but it is quite comfortable to take a walk on the beach.

White girls are so bold, they just stroll around on the beach. There are so many of them that He Daqi first judges them by their faces and then estimates their size.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good." He Daqi nodded happily.

Hearing He Daqi admit it so readily, Zhou Huimin was momentarily at a loss for words.

Just then, a white girl walked towards them. Perhaps He Daqi's gaze was too unrestrained, because the girl smiled and waved to greet him.

He Daqi immediately responded, his cheeky manner causing Zhou Huimin's face to fall.

"Let's stop wandering around and go find a place to eat!"

"Why should I? I haven't seen enough yet. You insisted on dragging me here before because I didn't want to, but now that we're here, you don't want to wander around anymore."

"I'm informing you, not asking for your opinion!" Zhou Huimin said through gritted teeth, glaring at He Daqi.

I must say, even when a beautiful woman is angry, she still has a unique charm.

He Daqi saw Zhou Huimin's puffed-up cheeks and couldn't resist the urge to touch them. He chuckled and pinched her face, pulling it to the sides.

Zhou Huimin abruptly slapped He Daqi's hand away, glared at him, and turned away angrily, striding quickly off the beach. He Daqi followed behind her, chuckling to himself. It's true, when someone gets really shameless, they can be quite a scoundrel.

Seeing Zhou Huimin walking so fast, he suddenly shouted, "Forward march! One-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-one!"

When Zhou Huimin turned around and glared at him with fiery eyes, he said again, "Halt!"

The beat was pretty accurate.

"He Daqi, you're finished, I'm telling you! You better not sleep tonight, or I'll braid all your hair into pigtails."

Could you be any more vicious?

"Of course, I'll use super glue to fix your braids while I'm at it." Zhou Huimin said fiercely, then turned and continued walking briskly.

He Daqi touched his nose and realized that Zhou Huimin might really be angry, so this time he didn't dare to add a slogan for her.

He obediently followed behind Vivian Chow. When Vivian Chow walked, he walked; when Vivian Chow stopped, he stopped as well.

After walking for a while, Vivian Chow turned around again and said, "Why are you following me? Are you looking for a restaurant? I don't understand French."

"Seeing how clear your goal was, I thought you'd already decided where to eat..."

After he finished speaking, he began to examine the shops along the street, looking for a unique restaurant.

Cannes is a tourist city. It has many restaurants and shops selling trinkets.

He Daqi quickly found a restaurant that looked like it had been around for a long time.

Judging from the fact that it had been open for a long time, the food must be pretty good, so he led Vivian Chow directly into the restaurant.

"What to eat?"

Zhou Huimin picked up the menu, glanced at it, and then tossed it to He Daqi, unable to understand it.

He Daqi didn't even look. He beckoned the waiter over and asked in French, "What are your specialties?"

"Lemon-baked sea bass, foie gras, baked snails, Burgundy beef, red wine braised chicken, braised pork with beans, and for main courses, there are baguettes, bread, and crepes."

He Daqi thought for a moment and said, "No staple food, but one of each of the dishes you mentioned."

"I'm sorry, sir, we do not offer takeout service. I recommend that you order food in moderation."

Upon hearing this, He Daqi asked curiously, "Does none of the restaurants here offer takeout, or is it just your restaurant that doesn't offer takeout?"

"Only our family doesn't provide it."

"Alright, then let's have a lemon-baked sea bass, foie gras, and Burgundy beef."

"Ok sir."

After the waiter left, He Daqi looked at Zhou Huimin, who still had a stern face.

She was staring out the window, lost in thought, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

He Daqi waved his hand in front of her, bringing Zhou Huimin back to her senses.

Are you really angry?

Zhou Huimin ignored him.

"You've been really irritable lately. Yesterday in Hong Kong, you nagged me all night just because I ate your roasted meatballs. Sigh, do you think it's possible that you're going through menopause?"

An earthquake visibly occurred in Zhou Huimin's pupils.

She gritted her teeth and glared at He Daqi, her hands clenched into fists. She took a deep breath and called out He Daqi's name word by word.

"He! Da! Qi!"

"What? Are you going to eat me?"

Looking at He Daqi's innocent expression, Zhou Huimin felt extremely regretful. How could she not know that He Daqi was faking it?
Sure enough, men shouldn't be allowed to eat at the table!
Vivian Chow's gaze lingered between the knife and fork, unsure of what to use to help Ho Tai-kai vent his anger.

It's possible that Zhou Huimin called He Daqi's name a little too loudly, which attracted the attention of the two people who were also preparing to dine at the restaurant.

"Daqi? Miss Zhou?"

A surprised voice made He Daqi and Zhou Huimin turn their heads at the same time.

"It really is you guys! I didn't expect to run into you here." Wang Jinghua led Fan Bingbing over with a big smile.

“Yes, I didn’t expect we’d end up eating at the same restaurant,” He Daqi replied with a smile as he stood up.

Strangely enough, when she saw Fan Bingbing coming over, Zhou Huimin, who was just furious, suddenly calmed down, got up with He Daqi, and even took his arm affectionately.

"Sister Hua, are you here for the film festival too?"

"No, I brought Bingbing to Gallic Chicken to meet with a designer. There happened to be a film festival here, so we came to check it out."

While Wang Jinghua was speaking, Fan Bingbing, who was standing next to her, smiled slightly at He Daqi and Zhou Huimin without taking the initiative to communicate. If He Daqi hadn't worked with her several times, he might have actually believed that she was a quiet beauty.

"Sister Hua, Sister Bingbing, have you eaten yet? If not, let's all sit at the same table."

As fellow natives of Beijing, Wang Jinghua didn't refuse, and said with a smile, "That's great, Sister Hua won't stand on ceremony with you."

As soon as they sat down, Wang Jinghua said to He Daqi in a joking tone, "Daqi, I heard you've become the big boss of Yonghui Qiming now? If I, Sister Hua, bring your sister Bingbing to come and stay with you, you won't refuse to take her in, will you?"

He Daqi was slightly taken aback. Remembering Liu Ying's previous speculation, he quickly smiled sheepishly and said, "You must have misheard. I don't have the final say on Yonghui and Qiming. Besides..." At this point, He Daqi gave a thumbs up: "You're someone important in the entertainment industry. Asking me to take you in is a bit too much of an honor."

"Haha, I'm not exaggerating."

After asking a question, Wang Jinghua didn't continue the conversation. Instead, she smiled and started discussing skincare with Zhou Huimin.

This really hit Zhou Huimin right on the spot. She excitedly shared a lot of tips, such as going to bed early and waking up early, how to apply face masks, and what brands of cosmetics to use. She spoke as if she knew everything.

Fan Bingbing, who was standing to the side, looked at Zhou Huimin's skin with envy and couldn't help but join the conversation.

The meal slowly came to an end amidst the conversation of the three women.

After He Daqi finished paying the bill and came out, the four of them were about to part ways at the door when Wang Jinghua suddenly asked, "Daqi, you have a film participating in Cannes this time, right? If I remember correctly, isn't it Du Qifeng's Dragon City Years? When you walk the red carpet tomorrow, can you bring Bingbing with you? We just finished ordering a dress here, so let's show it off tomorrow and see how it looks."

“…That’s not impossible.”

"Then it's settled. Okay, you guys go on your stroll. Bingbing and I will go visit some friends first."

After watching Wang Jinghua and Fan Bingbing leave in a taxi, He Daqi clicked his tongue and said, "Sister Hua is quite nice to this Fan Bingbing. It seems she's planning to take her with her when she leaves."

"Who knows? Don't talk to me, I'm still angry with you."

"Is this never going to end? Damn it, I heard the French have a pretty good selection of tools. I'm going to go buy a tasseled whip and see what other good stuff they have. I'm going to give you a real taste of what I've got today."

"...You really want to die!"

The couple chased and played around on the street, oblivious to everyone else.

What He Daqi didn't know was that Fan Bingbing hadn't originally planned to walk the Cannes red carpet this year. Wang Jinghua was just casually testing the waters. If He Daqi agreed, Fan Bingbing could go along to increase her exposure; if he didn't agree, there would be no loss.

(End of this chapter)