Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Looking downstairs, the studio lights were on.

After entering the building, Cheng Hong stopped and tugged at him when she learned that someone was in the studio, staring intently at him.

Yang Che understood and said softly, "I have one more room."

Cheng Hong didn't move until Yang Che tugged at her.

Then the two of them sneaked up to the third floor like thieves. The studio door was naturally closed, and of course, the air conditioning was on.

As expected, he returned to the house, carefully closed the door, and locked it from the inside, since Ning Hao had a key.

After entering the bedroom in the dark, Cheng Hong took the initiative to come closer.

"Pop... You'd better hurry."

Yang Che cupped her face in his hands: "Is this something urgent? I'll turn on the air conditioning. You call the driver and tell him you want to discuss the script reading with me. Tell them to wait."

Cheng Hong shook her head, panting, grabbed his collar, pulled him close, kissed him again, and then began to tear at him.

The positions are reversed.

In the height of summer, facing the sun, I've been baking in the sun all day.

So it's very hot and humid.

This refers to houses.

From a straightforward perspective, Cheng Hong is no match for Zhang Qin, but Yang Che is still dizzy with excitement and overflowing with a sense of accomplishment, like drinking fine wine.

Of course, this is not to say that Cheng Hong is bad. She is 168 cm tall, has such a beautiful face, with a face like a silver plate, eyes like water apricots, fair skin, and a well-proportioned figure.

The protruding lower abdomen and the faint scars and lines provide a unique kind of stimulation.

Twenty-eight minutes later.

The two embraced each other tightly, as if they were about to be separated by life and death.

For a long, long time.

Cheng Hong suddenly pushed him away and ran to the bathroom in a panic.

Yang Che wondered what had happened, and when he followed her, he saw her squatting on the floor of the shower room.

"What..."

Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Hong stood up and pounced on her, hitting her repeatedly with a sobbing voice.

"You're fucking going to get me killed."

Yang Che dodged while retorting, "Why the hell didn't you say so earlier? Are you sick? Just take a pill and that'll be fine."

Cheng Hong's chest heaved as she squatted down again, her face looking very unwell.

Yang Che realized what was happening and tentatively asked, "You're not trying to conceive, are you?"

"Get out, you..."

Yang Che immediately covered her mouth as she shouted, "Keep it down."

Cheng Hong took a deep breath and then nodded.

Three minutes later.

Both of them had finished washing up and were dressed neatly.

Cheng Hong held the script for "My Sassy Girl" in her hand, and Yang Che had a sudden inspiration to ask her to play the role of "Auntie".

Having calmed down, Cheng Hong didn't refuse. She even apologized to Yang Che for the scar on his neck, saying that she had been flustered earlier.

She also said that she was indeed trying to conceive a second child, and if she were to take medication, she would have to wait at least six months before trying to have a baby.

Yang Che's first reaction was: Arthur, will you still appear?

Her second reaction was immediate: "How much will you have to pay in fines for having a second child?"

Cheng Hong rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this.

"I'm leaving."

Yang Che also realized that the couple both had US green cards, so their child would naturally be born in the US.

All I can say is that Zhang Yimou suffered a loss... leaving one speechless.

As they reached the door, Cheng Hong turned around and kissed him again, until she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck before Yang Che patted her bottom.

"Does this mean they don't want to leave?"

"Don't you think I'm a very promiscuous woman?"

"This isn't just recklessness; it's boldness and decisiveness—a true heroine."

"Haha, okay. Whatever you think doesn't matter."

Cheng Hong smiled and pecked him again.

Yang Che raised an eyebrow: "Stop taking the medicine. If you're really pregnant, just have the baby. It'll all come out of your belly anyway, and you have the surname Chen, so I don't mind."

The tenderness in Cheng Hong's eyes vanished instantly. She kicked his shin, then opened the door and went downstairs on her own.

Yang Che clutched his shin and grimaced; this woman had used a lot of force this time.

It's possible that Cheng Hong opened the door too loudly, allowing the people in the studio to hear it.

Upon hearing the sound of the studio door lock, Yang Che's pupils instantly contracted. He took a quick step, blocked the doorway, grabbed the doorknob, and looked back to see that Cheng Hong had already reached the corner of the stairs.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, and she disappeared from Yang Che's sight. She was truly beautiful, breathtakingly so.

In 6202, the young women dug up photos of Cheng Hong when she was young, saying that her skin was sallow, her face was square and large, her midface was sunken, her nasolabial folds were deep, and her tear troughs were obvious, so she could not be called "the most beautiful woman in mainland China".

Their looks are seriously overrated; they're all "photo frauds" created through marketing.

Actually, this isn't about exposing counterfeits; it's just that many people nowadays have impoverished aesthetic tastes.

In the eyes of these people, as long as there are signs of aging on the face or grooves in the bones, one is not considered a top beauty.

According to this logic, Brigitte Lin has a buttock and chin, Maggie Cheung has nasolabial folds, and Joey Wong has a protruding mouth; none of the three of them can be considered beauties.

These people are used to seeing porcelain dolls in heavily edited photos where even pores are smoothed out, and they are used to seeing the glowing white filters in TV dramas. So when they see real skin texture and normal bone structure, they actually feel a physiological aversion.

They've become accustomed to being fed industrial saccharin, and the only words they can use to describe a beautiful woman are: youthful appearance, good condition, and no wrinkles.

Come to think of it, the younger actors, whether male or female, almost all look the same, so how can they be judged?

Unlike how we used to describe beauties—charming, elegant, gentle, pretty, dignified, radiant, alluring, captivating, stunningly beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth...

In fact, it's not just beautiful women who lack aesthetic appreciation.

At this moment, the studio door opened a crack, revealing half of Wu Shixian's chubby face, making him look even more like an Indian.

"Hey? Che-ge, you just got back?"

"Yes, it's hot, so I came back and took a shower first."

"I knew it! Old Cheng was telling me to listen to his ear."

As Wu Shixian spoke, he looked at Cheng Er, Ning Hao, Lin Mu, Song Xiaofei, Liu Chang, and Yu Wenhao sitting on the desk.

Yang Che entered the misty room with a smile. The two whiteboards were covered with scribbles, and there were small piles of papers on the desks, clearly divided into piles for each person.

"It's already past eight o'clock, let's eat."

Before he could even savor the afterglow of being with "China's No. 1 Beauty," Yang Che was already back to work.

Even when you're eating, you're still working.

Listen to their discussions, learn the skills and terminology they use, or point out that their discussions have strayed from the main point.

After dinner, Cheng Er and Liu Chang went back to the studio to record some of the things discussed at the dinner table.

Yang Che was also forced to draw storyboards...

He had to work hard in front of a group of passionate young people, no matter how long the journey or how much he toiled.

However, before he had even finished drawing half of it, Fan Bingbing called.

"The negotiations broke down; the Taiwanese side is demanding one million."