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

Chapter 80 Zhang Yadong

At 11 a.m., Fu Yibai's personal statement appeared on major portal websites.

Ten minutes after the statement was released, Gao Yuanyuan's response was also released simultaneously:

"Last night, I was distracted while driving due to personal reasons and rear-ended Director Fu Yibai's car."

Mr. Fu drove me home for safety reasons, that's all.

I sincerely apologize for any trouble caused to Director Fu. I also urge everyone not to overinterpret the situation or spread false information.

After the two statements were issued simultaneously, public opinion began to subtly shift.

"There are photos of the scene? Then it definitely was a traffic accident."

"Fu Yibai spoke quite frankly, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"If there really was something going on, would they be so open about admitting to sending it home?"

"Gao Yuanyuan also posted it; it is indeed a photo of the car accident scene."

"The photos in the online posts are not complete at all; it's clearly a deliberate attempt to mislead."

"I always said there was nothing between the goddess and Director Fu; she's still pure and innocent~"

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Fan Binbin.

"I saw the news. A hero saves the damsel in distress!"

Added a jealous emoji.

Fu Yibai replied: "Unexpected."

Fan Binbin replied instantly: "I know it was an accident. But that Miss Gao was quite pretty~"

Fu Yibai: "Are you done with your work?"

Fan Binbin: "I'm going back to Beijing next week. Did you miss me?"

Fu Yibai: "I want to."

Fan Binbin: "Where would you like to go?"

Fu Yibai looked at the familiar dialogue pattern and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

You'll find out when you get back.

Fan Binbin sent a string of mischievous smiling emojis.

Then came news about Hu Jing.

"Yi Bai, I saw the news. Are you alright?"

Fu Yibai replied, "It's nothing, just an accident."

Hu Jing: "That's good. Miss Gao... how is she?"

Fu Yibai: "It should be alright."

Hu Jing sent a hugging emoji: "Take care and get some rest."

Gao Yuanyuan nestled in the corner of the sofa, the faint light from her phone screen illuminating her face.

She read Fu Yibai's statement and also sent out her own.

The comments section gradually transformed from initial insults and speculation into...

"It seems to be a misunderstanding."

But her mood did not improve as a result.

Because the real wound has nothing to do with these things.

The phone rang again.

It's Zhang Yadong.

The names flashing on the screen made her heart clench.

She stared at the name, her finger hovering over the answer button, but ultimately didn't press it.

The phone rang for a long time before hanging up.

This was followed by a text message.

"Yuanyuan, I saw the news. Are you alright? Answer the phone, I'm so worried about you."

Gao Yuanyuan stared at those words, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Worry?

Are you worried about me?

When you slept with those women, did you ever think about me?

She tossed her phone aside and buried her face in the cushion.

The photos on her phone were still vividly imprinted in her mind.

Gao Yuanyuan lifted her face from the pillow and picked up her phone.

She stared at Fu Yibai's phone number for a long time, then opened the text message and typed a line.

"Director Fu, thank you so much for today. I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

send.

She didn't expect him to reply.

He's a Berlin Golden Bear-winning director and the owner of Morning Light Media. He has so many things to deal with every day, he doesn't have time to bother with such trivial troubles.

She put down her phone and continued to stare blankly.

Three minutes later, the phone vibrated.

Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it.

Fu Yibai's reply consisted of only six words.

"It's okay, get some rest."

It's very brief.

Brief to the point of being almost cold.

But for some reason, Gao Yuanyuan stared at those six words for a long time, and her eyes became a little hot again.

It's not the kind of fever that makes you feel unwell.

It's... a feeling I can't quite describe.

She held her phone to her chest, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

…………

9 PM, Beijing.

The night was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Gao Yuanyuan curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees and staring blankly.

The living room lights were off, with only a faint glow from the city lights outside the window casting blurry shadows on the walls.

The phone rang again.

She looked down at the screen—Zhang Yadong. This was the seventh time tonight.

She neither answered nor hung up, but just watched the name flicker in the darkness until it automatically disconnected.

A text message followed immediately.

"I'm at your door, open the door."

Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, then turned her gaze toward the entrance.

Doorbell rang.

It's not about pressing rapidly, but about pressing slowly, restrainedly, and persistently.

She remained seated.

My phone rang again; it was him calling again.

The doorbell and cell phone ringtones mingled in the darkness, piercing one's head.

Gao Yuanyuan closed her eyes, got up and walked towards the entrance.

The door opened a crack, and Zhang Yadong stood outside.

"Yuanyuan".

His voice was hoarse as he reached out to push the door open.

Gao Yuanyuan blocked the doorway, preventing him from entering.

What are you doing here?

I'm worried about you.

Zhang Yadong looked at her, his gaze sweeping over her face.

I saw the news, but you didn't answer my calls.

What exactly happened?

How did a rear-end collision happen?

Also, why did you ride in Fu Yibai's car?

Looking at the photos, the accident doesn't seem serious.

Upon hearing Zhang Yadong's question, a hint of disgust flashed in Gao Yuanyuan's eyes.

Gao Yuanyuan looked up at him, her gaze calm yet somewhat cold.

"So? What are you trying to say?"

Zhang Yadong choked on the words he was about to say when she looked at him like that.

He took a deep breath and softened his tone.

"Yuanyuan, that's not what I meant..."

I'm just worried about you.

You know, that circle is too complicated, and someone like Fu Yibai…”

"What kind of person?"

Gao Yuanyuan interrupted him, her voice soft but sharp like a knife.

"Director Fu is not like some scumbags."