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

Chapter 452 Huang Mengying's Invitation

Fu Yibai returned to the main table and sat down, picking up his teacup and taking a sip.

Zhao Qi glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and continued discussing the schedule with Wang Peng.

About ten minutes later, Yang Tianbao returned from outside.

Her cheongsam was meticulously rearranged, and her hair was neatly styled again.

But the flush on her face hadn't completely faded, and there was still a hint of moisture in her eyes.

She sat down next to Yang Mi, picked up her water glass and took a sip, trying to make the movement as natural as possible.

Yang Mi was leaning back in her chair playing on her phone.

She glanced at Yang Tianbao, her gaze lingering on her face for less than a second.

Then she looked away, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.

It was almost 11 p.m. when the annual meeting ended.

Fu Yibai stood at the entrance of the banquet hall and spoke briefly with Zhao Qi, Wang Peng, and a few others about starting work after the New Year.

Zhang Xinyu went to the underground parking garage to get his car, while Yang Rong and Liu Yan waited for him at the elevator entrance.

Guo Zhenni supported Yang Rong, while Liu Yifei and Shu Chang each took one arm around Liu Yan.

Yang Mi and Yang Ying were chatting on the side.

Fu Yibai approached the group, the elevator doors opened, and everyone was about to step inside.

"Mr. Fu!"

A voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Huang Mengying jogged over.

She ran up to Fu Yibai and stopped, her breathing a little rapid, her expression a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Mr. Fu, do you... have time tonight?"

I have something I'd like to ask you.

Yang Rong stood in the elevator, one hand holding the elevator door, her gaze sweeping between Fu Yibai and Huang Mengying. A smile curved her lips as she pulled the girls into the elevator.

Yang Ying looked at Fu Yibai outside the elevator with a disappointed expression.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

The corridor fell silent, leaving only Fu Yibai and Huang Mengying.

"Let's go."

Huang Mengying paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

She followed Fu Yibai toward another elevator, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles, each step feeling like a tap on her own heartbeat.

The air in the underground parking garage is much colder than upstairs.

Fu Yibai opened the passenger door, and Huang Mengying bent down and sat inside.

She sat very upright, with her hands on her knees.

"Where to?"

"go……

Come to my dorm...

The car drove out of the underground parking garage of the Morning Light Building.

"You're a sophomore this year, right?"

"Um."

Huang Mengying nodded.

"Is the course demanding?"

"It's alright, but there are a few more professional courses now, and the pressure is quite high in the physical training and diction classes."

Her voice gradually became less tense.

"However, President Lin arranged an acting teacher for us. He is a retired professor from the Central Academy of Drama. He teaches very meticulously and is very strict."

"A strict teacher produces outstanding students."

Huang Mengying glanced at him sideways, then quickly looked away.

The car turned into the parking lot of the Chenxi Artists' Apartment.

This building is not far from the company, only a ten-minute walk away. It is a dormitory that Chenxi rented specifically for newly signed employees.

The conditions are much better than university dormitories; each person has an independent studio apartment with a private bathroom and kitchenette.

Fu Yibai parked the car and turned off the engine.

"arrive."

Huang Mengying unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. A gust of cold wind blew in, and she shrank her neck, hurrying towards the apartment entrance.

Fu Yibai followed behind her, their footsteps echoing alternately in the empty parking lot.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

Huang Mengying pressed the button for the fifth floor, then stepped back to stand in the corner of the elevator.

The mirrored wall in the elevator reflected her profile, with a faint blush around her ears.

We've reached the fifth floor.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on, and Huang Mengying took out her keys, opened the door, and stepped aside to let Fu Yibai go in first.

"Mr. Fu, please have a seat."

Huang Mengying walked quickly to the coffee table, picked up the magazines on it, and put them aside.

She went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it over to Fu Yibai.

Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

Huang Mengying did not sit down.

She stood beside the coffee table, her hands behind her back, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Didn't you say you had something to ask me?"

Huang Mengying's body stiffened slightly.

"I……"

She took a deep breath, as if she were inhaling all her courage into her lungs.

Then she took one step, two steps, and walked up to Fu Yibai.

She bent down, placed her hands on the sofa armrests on either side of Fu Yibai, and encircled him in the middle.

She had clearly rehearsed the move beforehand, but when she actually did it, her arms were still trembling slightly.

"Mr. Fu."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes did not flinch.

There was something in those eyes that Fu Yibai had seen in many other people.

A young, passionate, and reckless liking.

I like you so much. I've liked you ever since I first saw you.

You signed my autograph back then and encouraged me…”

Huang Mengying recounted her emotional journey with a sincere tone.

"I applied for the assistant position because I wanted to be closer to you."

I know you have many outstanding women around you.

Sister Binbin, Sister Mi, Sister Rong, Sister Yan—each one of them is someone I can't compare to.

I don't crave any title or status, nor do I expect you to like me.

I just want to…

She bit her lip.

"I only want to give my first time to the person I love."

Fu Yibai looked at her.

Huang Mengying is a classic beauty from the Jiangnan region, with a soft face and delicate features.

She wasn't as bright and flamboyant as Fan Binbin, as alluring and charming as Yang Mi, or as captivating as Yang Rong.

Her beauty is subtle and youthful, like a flower that has not yet fully bloomed.

But at this moment, a flame, powerful enough to start a wildfire, burns in the eyes of this flower.

She leaned down, closed her eyes, and kissed him.

The kiss was incredibly clumsy.

Her lips collided with Fu Yibai's corner of his mouth, hitting his teeth, completely haphazardly.