Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 260 Feeling uncomfortable and frustrated, wanting to cry.
The stage lights had not yet faded, and the Lumiere Hall still retained a warm glow.

When Wu Chen stepped off the stage and returned to his seat, the spotlight finally faded, and he was met with Liu Yifei's teary gaze.

Wu Chen gently raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, his tone carrying a playful, feigned disdain:
"How old are you? Why are you still crying?"

"I won't do that again." Liu Yifei's nose turned slightly red, and a smile reappeared.

"Can I take a picture of you?" a familiar voice sounded from behind.

The two turned around and saw Julian Schober, still holding that slightly dated film camera.

His tone was gentle, but his gaze held the focused concentration of an artist.

Liu Yifei was taken aback, and Wu Chen explained with a smile, "When you went on stage, I borrowed Director Julian's camera and took a picture of you."

"Okay," Liu Yifei nodded with a smile.

The two turned and approached, standing amidst the flickering lights, capturing that moment in a photograph.

At this moment, Gil Jacob, the chairman of the organizing committee and the presenter of the Palme d'Or, slowly walked onto the stage.

He walked steadily and spoke clearly.

"The Palme d'Or at Cannes for *April 3 Weeks and 2 Days*!"

After a moment of silence, applause erupted throughout the hall.

When Romanian director Cristian Mungi excitedly walked onto the stage, he seemed somewhat dazed. His first words to the microphone were: "This is like a mythical night."

As the applause subsided, the 60th Cannes Film Festival closing ceremony came to a close.

The night was far from over, as an official dinner was about to begin under the cover of darkness on the French Riviera.

However, few media outlets actually go there; only invited official media do. Of course, most media outlets have more important things to do at this time, as the various reports from here need to be immediately communicated to the world.

Of course, the most excited were the domestic media, because not only did "Black Peony" win an award, but the relationship between Wu Chen and Liu Yifei was also exposed. They dared not imagine how many people would be shocked by the news they had revealed when the sky cleared up in China a few hours later.

Meanwhile, at the banquet, the lights were just coming on, the aroma of wine mingled with the dampness, and the air seemed to still carry the lingering echoes of the applause from earlier.

Gong Li walked over slowly, raised his glass to the two of them, and then specifically clinked glasses with Liu Yifei: "Keep it up!"

Gong Li smiled faintly, her gaze gentle, as if she were seeing herself twenty years ago, but much luckier.

She has no shortage of Best Actress awards; although the three major awards are only Venice, the films she starred in have also won the Berlin Golden Bear and the Cannes Palme d'Or.

Zhang Manyu, Jia Zhangke, Zhao Tao, and others also came to exchange pleasantries.

The party ended in the early hours of the morning.

Liu Yifei, wearing a coat, held Wu Chen's hand, their fingers intertwined, and slowly walked along the path on the way back, the sea breeze brushing against her skirt and the hem of her coat.

Yesterday felt so magical.

"Mmm!" Wu Chen responded softly.

"Do you think the Palme d'Or would be given to you if I didn't win Best Actress?" Liu Yifei suddenly looked up and asked with a hint of mischief.

"There are no 'what ifs.' This is fine as it is. One person, one honor. It's fair." Wu Chen grinned, feeling no regret whatsoever.

Liu Yifei leaned closer: "Yeah, you take half, I'll take half."

The wind blew by, but the warmth between my fingers didn't diminish; instead, it became even more pronounced.

At the Martinez Hotel, Wu Chen stood by the door, swiped his card to open it, and the lock clicked open.

He was about to turn around and say something, but the moment he looked back, his heart skipped a beat.

Under the soft glow of the wall lamps in the corridor, Liu Yifei stood quietly, not immediately coming in.

Her gown shimmered like velvet under the dim lights, the black skirt slightly gathered, and her makeup from the awards ceremony had faded, adding a touch of charming softness and weariness.

Her eyes already held a hint of shyness and ambiguity.

The words had not yet been spoken.

Their lips trembled slightly as they met. A light kiss.

It started as a tentative exploration, but the night gently pushed it deeper into the depths.

The dress, which concealed a graceful figure, revealed her delicate, snow-white skin as the zipper was quietly unzipped and slipped down her shoulder.
The high heels were gently kicked away.

Those bare little feet landed on the thick, soft carpet, their toes slightly curled, their arches elegant and strong, and their knuckles pink and delicate, making one want to pinch them.

"Don't pinch it!"

Liu Yifei bit her lower lip and frowned slightly.

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet at that moment it sounded like heavenly music.

The room lights were dimmed by a slender finger.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the balcony curtains, falling on the two of them like scattered silver sand.
Cannes, the night is still young.

Meanwhile, in the capital city, it was just getting light.

Netizens who read the reports noticed that today's entertainment headlines were all about the Cannes awards ceremony, or more precisely, about Wu Chen and Liu Yifei.

The homepages of major portal websites are filled with various reports.

[Breaking News! Wu Chen and Liu Yifei both win awards at Cannes; "Black Peony" takes home the 60th Anniversary Special Palme d'Or!]

[Liu Yifei wins Best Actress at Cannes; 60th Anniversary Special Palme d'Or witnesses the most romantic night!]

[Black Peony Wins Two Awards, Wu Chen and Liu Yifei Confirm Relationship at Cannes!]

[A Special Double Awards Night at Cannes: A Director and Best Actress's Mutual Confessions – It's Cinema, and It's Love!]

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At this moment, countless practitioners in the industry took notice.

However, these news stories made countless actresses feel extremely upset, frustrated, and even want to cry.

If Liu Yifei had won the Cannes Best Actress award, that would have been one thing, but she actually won it for Wu Chen as well.

Winning an award is fine, but why do you need to start a relationship?
Even the luckiest person can't be this lucky.

Let no one live anymore!
Meanwhile, the Beijing Film Academy was bustling with activity.

The revelry took place in two departments: photography and performance.

This time, however, the voices from the acting department were louder. The acting department teachers couldn't contain their excitement, but amidst the excitement, everyone sighed with emotion.

"Sigh, if only the Cannes event had been held earlier, the admissions process would have been over by then, and the students this year would have been even better."

"What a pity, if only..."

Wang Jinsong listened to everyone's insatiable greed and couldn't help but chuckle:

"That's good enough. If what you're saying is true, then it would be best if Iphie got it last year, while she was still in school."

"Hahaha, you're getting attached to appearances, you're getting attached to appearances."

Cui Xinqin, Xu Xiaodan, Chen Bing, and others burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, the photography department wasn't to be outdone, and was still discussing:

"Do you think this 'Cannes 60th Anniversary Special Palme d'Or' actually worthy of being called a Palme d'Or?"

"I think so!"

"Who cares if it is or not, I'm just asking you guys, is this thing made of gold? Is it diamond-encrusted? Is it rare? Damn, is it one of these every five years or a special edition? Does anyone have one?"

What I said wasn't wrong, was it, Old Mu?

Mu Deyuan slapped his hand on the coffee table with delight: "No problem!"

(End of this chapter)