Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 186 Double Gold Director

The door opened, and the entryway light turned on automatically.

Charlize looked up and met his gaze.

Those eyes shone brightly in the warm yellow light, and the smile on his lips deepened little by little.

Then Fu Yibai raised his hand and put his arm around her waist.

Charlize leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.

As the kiss landed, the faint sound of waves could be heard outside the window.

Very light, very far.

Charlize's kiss carried the scent of champagne and her unique fragrance.

Her fingers ran through his hair, and her other hand slid down his shoulder to his chest.

Her fingertips paused on the buttons of his shirt.

Then, the first one was unlocked.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist and pulled her back to the sofa. The two of them fell into the soft sofa together.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, spreading a silvery white across the floor.

Charlize straddled him and looked down at him.

Long, golden hair fell down, gently brushing against his cheek, tickling him.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, eyes, bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.

It's very light.

very slow.

With a touch of languid tenderness.

Fu Yibai raised his hand and tucked her loose long hair behind her ear, revealing her almost perfect face in the moonlight.

Charlize met his gaze, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Yibai remained silent.

He simply put his arm around her waist and turned her over.

Charlize lay on her back on the sofa, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

The moonlight fell on her face, making her eyes shine incredibly brightly.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

Charlize took a deep breath, her fingers tightening as she gripped the shirt on his shoulder.

The sound of the waves outside the window seemed closer.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed repeatedly.

Charlize's breathing became erratic.

She tilted her head slightly, revealing a section of her slender neck. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes trembled gently.

Fu Yibai's kisses traveled downwards.

The dress was slowly removed.

The moonlight fell on her, on her undulating curves.

Charlize's fingers ran through his hair, gently gathering it together.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

Something burned in those eyes in the night.

"pay.

hurry up."

Her voice was soft and somewhat hoarse.

Fu Yibai looked up and met her gaze.

Charlize didn't say anything more.

She simply reached out and pulled him towards her.

As the kiss landed again, the sound of the waves outside the window seemed even closer.

The waves crashed against the rocks, one after another, without ceasing.

The lights in the living room gradually dimmed, leaving only the moonlight and the sound of the waves.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar.

Charlize lay on her back, her long golden hair spread out on the pillow like seaweed.

Her breathing hadn't calmed down yet; her chest rose and fell slightly, and her skin still had a lingering blush.

Fu Yibai lay on his side next to her, supporting his head with one hand and placing the other hand on her lower abdomen.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed her skin.

Charlize turned her head and looked at him.

"Fu, you are a truly powerful man."

I think I'll never forget tonight.

"Charlie, you are a wonderful woman too."

I had a very pleasant evening, and perhaps we can exchange ideas more often in the future.

I completely agree.

However, we must cherish our time and, without further ado, let's have another round.

"it is good."

Fu Yibai rolled over and pinned Theron beneath him.

In the early hours of May 28, news from Cannes crossed six time zones and crashed into the Beijing night.

At 3:27 a.m., Zhang Chao, the duty editor of Sina Entertainment, was dozing off at his desk.

The computer screen displayed the Cannes Film Festival's official website live stream, showing award presenters opening envelopes.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw Fu Yibai take the gold palm. He froze for five seconds, then slammed his hand on the table.

Holy crap!

The screeching sound of chair legs scraping against the floor was particularly clear in the office late at night.

He frantically grabbed his phone.

"Boss! We won! The Palme d'Or!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a rustling sound, mixed with a woman's muttering and the dull thud of something falling to the ground.

"Where's the manuscript?!"

"Writing...writing..."

Zhang Chao hung up the phone and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

The winners of the 60th Cannes Film Festival have been announced—Fu Yibai's "The Hunt" has won the Palme d'Or!

At 4:00 AM sharp, the first news flash was sent out.

By 5 PM, the comment section had already surpassed 1,000 comments.

At 6 o'clock, all the headlines on major portal websites were changed to news about the Golden Palm.

At 6:30, the morning entertainment news began its rolling broadcast.

China Film Group.

"He actually managed to win over that kid."

Han Shanping looked at the news on his computer and was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Fu Yibai is only 27 years old, but he has already won the Berlin Golden Bear and the Cannes Golden Palm.

Both his works and he himself are like a dark horse, constantly pushing the boundaries of Chinese cinema.

"The Golden Palm..."

"Next time it should be the Golden Lion."

Huayi Brothers.

Wang Zhongjun's phone rang as soon as he parked his car in the underground garage.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered.

"Feed?"

"Zhongjun, have you seen it? Fu Yibai's film, the Palme d'Or."

Wang Zhongjun leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

"I've seen it."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"How come this kid always seems to run into all sorts of things?"

Berlin's Golden Bear, Cannes' Palme d'Or, all that's missing is Venice.

Wang Zhongjun did not respond.

He opened the car door and walked towards the elevator.

"Okay, I understand."

I'll give him a call later to congratulate him.

The phone call ended, and the elevator doors opened.

Wang Zhongjun went inside and pressed the floor button.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly.

Fiber Optic Media.

Wang Changtian was eating breakfast when his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and glanced at it, the chopsticks hovering in mid-air.

"What's wrong?"

His wife, who was standing next to him, asked him a question.

Wang Changtian didn't say anything, but handed over the phone.

The wife glanced at it and paused for a moment.

"Fu Yibai? He won another award? Didn't he just win in Berlin?"

Wang Changtian put down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair.

"The Golden Palm"

His voice was soft, and it was impossible to discern any emotion in it.

"A director who has won two gold medals."

So young?

"Yes, so young."

Sugar Man, Rong Xingda, Hai Run...

The company that had previously collaborated with Chenxi was invariably discussing the news of Fu Yibai winning the Palme d'Or.

Beijing Film Academy.

When Xie Xiaojin pushed open the office door, there were already people inside.

Zhang Jiandong sat on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand. The front page featured a photo of Fu Yibai holding the Palme d'Or.

"Old Xie, you're here."

Xie Xiaojin walked over and sat down next to him.

"You're here early."

Zhang Jiandong handed him the newspaper.

"This kid really brings honor to the school."

Xie Xiaojin took the newspaper and looked down at it.

In the photo, Fu Yibai stands on the stage, holding the Palme d'Or.

"When he comes back this time, we must give him a position at the school."

Even just having a nominal title can bring considerable prestige to the school.