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

Chapter 36 Accompanying Hu Jing

On November 2nd, Hu Jing called.

Her voice on the phone carried an undisguised joy mixed with a hint of melancholy.

"Director Fu, you're finally back."

My filming has just wrapped up, so I have a few days off.

Are you... free?

There are some performance-related questions I'd like to ask you in person.

The expectation in her tone was self-evident.

Fu Yibai checked the schedule and arranged it for tonight.

Hu Jing happily agreed, her voice even becoming a little lighter.

The meeting place was a private room at a Korean restaurant that Hu Jing had booked, offering a high degree of privacy.

She had clearly dressed up carefully, with more refined makeup than usual, and wore a well-tailored dress that accentuated her figure while maintaining elegance.

When she saw Fu Yibai come in, her eyes lit up, she stood up, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Director Fu."

"sit."

Fu Yibai sat down opposite her.

Initially, the two were indeed discussing the performance.

Hu Jing took out the script and asked some questions about the character's psychological changes and the handling of lines.

Fu Yibai gave her a few simple pointers, and she immediately looked enlightened, her gaze towards him filled with even deeper admiration.

Halfway through the meal, the conversation gradually drifted away from work.

After drinking some sake, Hu Jing seemed to have become a bit bolder, talking about interesting things that happened on set and her anxieties and expectations for the future.

Her gaze would occasionally fall on Fu Yibai's face, filled with infatuation and a desperate tenderness.

"Director Fu, sometimes I feel incredibly lucky to have met you and to have been able to act in 'Caught in the Web'."

She spoke softly, her fingers tracing the wine glass.

"I know I may not be that outstanding, but... I will keep trying."

Looking at the affection in her eyes, Fu Yibai knew that tonight would not be just about eating and chatting.

After dinner, Fu Yibai escorted Hu Jing home.

When they arrived at her apartment building, Hu Jing didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, she turned to the side and looked at Fu Yibai, her eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit car.

"Director Fu..."

Would you like to come up and sit for a while?

I bought new coffee beans, and they taste pretty good.

Her invitation was trembling with nervousness, yet it was crystal clear.

Fu Yibai looked at her for a few seconds, then turned off the engine.

Hu Jing's apartment wasn't as spacious or luxurious as Fan Binbin's, but it was decorated very warmly.

Her enthusiasm differed from Fan Binbin's charming boldness; it carried a kind of uninhibited, wholehearted dedication, even a somewhat clumsy attempt to please, which had a unique flavor.

Hu Jing's figure is actually no less impressive than Fan Binbin's.

The two are of similar height, but Fan Binbin has longer legs, better body proportions, and a more elegant temperament than Hu Jing.

Therefore, Fan Binbin looks good no matter what she wears, which is why she can become the queen of the red carpet.

While Hu Jing's legs weren't as long, they were more rounded and delicate, offering a unique sense of comfort when held in the hand.

At the same time, her other body parts are also fuller than Fan Binbin's.

As bed partners, both of them are the type that Fu Yibai prefers.

As night deepened, only a warm yellow bedside lamp was lit in Hu Jing's apartment.

The lingering warmth in the air had not completely dissipated, mixed with a faint fragrance and the smell of sweat.

Hu Jing curled up on her side next to Fu Yibai, her cheek pressed against his strong arm, her breathing still not completely calm.

Her fingers gently traced the strong lines of Fu Yibai's chest, her eyes hazy with a satisfied longing, as if this short moment was a treasure stolen from fate.

"Director Fu..."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of post-coital languor.

"You'll be very busy from now on, won't you?"

"Um."

Fu Yibai closed his eyes to rest, his arms loosely wrapped around her smooth shoulders.

"I need to oversee the post-production of 'No Country for Old Men,' and I have a ton of work to do at the company."

He spoke calmly, stating the facts without any deliberate attempt to be affectionate, yet without any cold indifference to leave.

Hu Jing hummed in agreement, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his chest. The flame of her lingering hope flickered slightly in the face of reality, but it did not die out.

She knew that a man like Fu Yibai could not belong to anyone, at least not now.

She was lucky to receive this moment of closeness and tenderness.

"Then you... should take care to rest."

She looked up at him with clear, tender eyes.

Don't overwork yourself.

Fu Yibai opened his eyes and met her concerned gaze.

Hu Jing's eyes were beautiful; at this moment, all her defenses and calculations had been removed, leaving only pure admiration and worry.

He reached out and gently ruffled her slightly damp hair, his gesture carrying a rare casualness.

"Know.

You too, do your best on your new film.

This simple touch and these words brought a bittersweet feeling to Hu Jing's heart.

She nodded vigorously, buried her face in his chest again, and greedily breathed in his reassuring scent.

The two lay quietly for a while, neither of them speaking again.

The next morning, Fu Yibai gently removed Hu Jing's arm from his waist and got out of bed.

Their clothes were scattered on the floor; Hu Jing's dress was wrinkled and draped over the back of a chair, and her stockings were hooked on the headboard.

Fu Yibai took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

The warm water flowed over my body, washing away the traces and weariness left over from last night.

In the mirror, there were several shallow scratches on the man's chest and back, left by Hu Jing when she was aroused.

He glanced at it, his expression calm.

After washing up, Fu Yibai dried his hair and walked out of the bathroom. Hu Jing was already awake.

She sat on the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, her long hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks still flushed with sleep.

When she saw Fu Yibai come out, she pursed her lips shyly, but her eyes sparkled.

"Good morning, Director Fu..."

"morning."

Fu Yibai walked to the bedside, picked up the watch from the bedside table, and put it on.

"I have a meeting at the company this morning, so I have to go now."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Hu Jing's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and nodded.

"Well, I... I should go to the film set too."

As she spoke, she tried to get up, but the thin blanket slipped off, exposing her full breasts to the air.

She gasped softly, quickly pulled the blanket back over herself, and her cheeks flushed even more.

Looking at her shy appearance, Fu Yibai found her even more adorable than her boldness the night before.

He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Last night went well, keep filming good."

The kiss and the words made Hu Jing's heart tremble with sweetness, as if it had been soaked in honey.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with joy.

"Okay! Director Fu, please drive carefully!"

Fu Yibai put on his coat, picked up his phone and car keys, and left Hu Jing's apartment.

The door closed, and Hu Jing rolled around on the bed, hugging her blanket, burying her face in the pillow, and laughed silently for a while before getting up.

She walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and watched Fu Yibai walk towards the parking space, get into the car, and drive away.

Only after the car disappeared from sight did she lower the curtains, humming a song as she walked into the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror showed a spring-like smile, with a few faint red marks on her neck.

She touched the marks, her face flushed again, and then she looked worried.

I have to film today, so I need to carefully cover it up with concealer.