Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

She looked away and said softly, "It shouldn't have started in the first place."

Yang Che looked at her and said, "Wang Fei, I love you, I love you so much."

Wang Fei turned her gaze back, took his hand, and revealed a rare tenderness in her expression: "Then let's live together, let's live together well, okay?"

Yang Che held her hand tightly in return: "I could never abandon the two of them who followed me when I had nothing, and I would never lie to you, from the beginning until now."

Wang Fei withdrew her hand and wiped her face.

"You can leave now."

Yang Che opened his mouth: "Can't we just deny it to the death, like before?"

"Just go, stop being so wishy-washy."

"Wang Fei, isn't love just all that fuss and back-and-forth?"

"Yang Che, I don't want to talk anymore, I'm annoyed."

If anyone else had said those words, Yang Che would have slapped them and then slept with them. But this was Wang Fei, and the brief moment of vulnerability she had just displayed was a rare sight in her life.

So he packed his bags and went downstairs.

The driver wasn't there, but kind Sister Wang called a taxi for him.

Seeing Wang Xiufang hesitate, Yang Che smiled and said, "It's okay, Sister Wang. We're not breaking up, we're just separating for a while to divert media attention. We need to think about it."

"Oh, that's good, that's good. I think you two are a perfect match, a match made in heaven, haha."

"..."

As they chatted, Yang Che and Wang Xiufang exchanged phone numbers, and Yang Che gave her the remaining $1400 he had on him.

"Take it. I'm just like you; all I ever think about is being good to her."

So Wang Xiufang reluctantly agreed not to refuse, and then warmly escorted Mr. Yang to his doorstep.

Yang Che waved, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked towards the entrance of the residential area. He stopped after a few steps.

But he took out his phone and called Chen Jiaying.

Wang Fei probably didn't have time to talk about these things.

"Sister Jiaying, it's like this..."

Chen Jiaying interrupted directly: "I know, Fei told me."

Yang Che was momentarily speechless.

At this point, Chan Ka-ying continued with her statement to the media.

"Don't let it slip."

"Okay, Jiaying, what about Afei over here..."

Chen Jiaying interrupted again: "She's stronger than you think, so you don't need to worry about her."

"Okay, by the way, 'Legend' is the theme song for my next movie..."

"understood."

Chen Jiaying hung up the phone immediately. She didn't know whether to praise him for being thoughtful or scold him for being cold-blooded, that he could still think about these things at a time like this.

Actually, she didn't care. What capable man isn't a womanizer? It's just that Yang Che hasn't achieved much yet, making his behavior seem a bit out of place. She didn't think Yang Che was promiscuous either, because most people with strong creative abilities are emotionally rich and expressive. Aren't all those talented men like that?

Chen Jiaying also subtly advised Wang Fei that Yang Che was a good match for her. He was capable of making money and wouldn't be greedy for her money; he was emotionally stable, could write and compose, was good-looking and physically strong, and most importantly, his feelings for her were genuine. What more could she want...?

Wang Fei listened to the whole thing, but offered no comment.

.......

Yang Che felt very frustrated and uncomfortable at that moment, even though he understood why Chen Jiaying was being so cold and sarcastic.

I strolled leisurely to the entrance of the residential area, waiting for the taxi that would arrive in one minute.

"Buzz"

Seven or eight reporters carrying cameras and video cameras seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of Yang Che, startling him so much that he instinctively took two steps back.

In an instant, the flashes of light and the cacophony of questions in Cantonese and broken Mandarin seemed to erupt at the same time, pouring into his ears without warning.

"Mr. Yang, when did you and Wang Fei start dating?"

"Yang Che, I've heard you come from a prominent family. Does your family approve of your relationship?"

"Mr. Yang, did you meet last May?"

"Yang Che, Yang Che, does Wang Fei like having his butt patted by you?"

"......"

"Yang Che, where are you going with that bag?"

At this moment, Yang Che resonated with the feeling of being forced, just like Xiao Li had before. Being forced was indeed a very unpleasant experience.

"Brothers, I don't know anything, don't ask me. Excuse me, excuse me."

The reporters didn't move an inch; in fact, they surrounded him even more tightly, some even grabbing his arms.

Are you denying that you're dating Wang Fei?

"First, there was the late-night hug; then, the morning patting of his buttocks. The evidence is irrefutable, and you still want to deny it?"

"Are mainland Chinese people afraid to take responsibility for their actions?"

"......"

Several questions came in an instant.

Yang Che's face turned cold: "Get out of the way, don't push your luck."

It's completely useless!

"Are you going to hit me again?"

"This is not the mainland, and we are not bandits."

"Yeah, are you going to hit someone?"

At that moment, Yang Che felt he could tear Japanese soldiers apart with his bare hands, and a mere seven or eight swaying reporters were no match for him. Sure enough, when he began to exert force with his arms, he immediately separated the crowd.

As he walked toward the approaching taxi, two reporters looked eager to catch up, but Yang Che suddenly turned around and looked at them with icy eyes.

The two were startled by his sudden turn and then stood there stunned.

It was only then that the reporters behind him remembered that this was the man who had subdued three thugs with his bare hands.

Yang Che got into a taxi and let out a long sigh.

The driver, a man around forty years old, glanced in the rearview mirror, then looked again, and asked in broken Mandarin, "Where to?"

Yang Che was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "To the InterContinental, uh... the Regent Hotel, thank you."

The driver chuckled. "Okay. May I ask what kind of celebrity you are? Those reporters are acting like crazy."

Yang Che was taken aback again; he thought the driver had recognized him.

"No, they mistook me for someone else. It's so annoying."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror again and wisely kept quiet.

After that, Yang Che went to check into a hotel that is now called Regent, will be called InterContinental in a few years, and will eventually still be called Regent.

It's the Lijing from the movie "From Beijing with Love".

Meanwhile, at the penultimate stop of their promotional tour in Jiangcheng, the "My Sassy Girl" team had just finished answering a question they'd answered countless times and were about to mention which breakfasts they particularly liked in Jiangcheng when a female reporter suddenly asked excitedly, "Director Cheng, is Yang Che really dating Wang Fei?"

Cheng Er glanced at Fan Bingbing subconsciously, then quickly looked away: "What? I'm a little confused by your question. I've never heard of this before."

Fan Bingbing interjected, "Don't talk nonsense. He's in Gangcheng working with Wang Fei's team to create a new song."

The female reporter keenly noticed the forced smile in Fan Bingbing's eyes and the slight rise and fall of her chest, and promptly shifted the focus: "Hong Kong media photographed them hugging at their doorstep late at night, and then going out together for breakfast the next day, with intimate physical interactions."

Suddenly, Fan Bingbing felt a sharp pain in her stomach.