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

Chapter 211 Domineering Protection

Fu Yibai arrived at the hotel at 6:30 pm.

The elevator doors opened, and several crew members were standing in the corridor. When they saw him appear, they immediately made way for him, lowering their heads and avoiding eye contact.

Lin Ruo was standing at the door of Yang Rong's room, talking on the phone with someone.

When she saw Fu Yibai come out of the elevator, she paused for a moment, said a few words quickly, hung up, and hurried over to greet him.

"Mr. Fu, why did you come in person?"

Where is Yang Rong?

"In the room."

The doctor just left. The injury on my face isn't serious; an ice pack will do the trick…

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yibai had already pushed the door open and gone inside.

Yang Rong sat on the sofa, an ice pack on her left cheek, still wearing her white costume.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, saw who it was, froze for a moment, and then stood up reflexively.

"Mr. Fu."

"sit."

Fu Yibai walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to press her back onto the sofa.

His gaze fell on her left cheek, which was mostly covered by an ice pack, but the exposed part showed obvious redness and swelling.

"Remove the ice pack."

Yang Rong hesitated for a moment, then moved the ice pack away.

The handprint is still there, spreading from the cheekbone to the ear.

Fu Yibai stared at the wound and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Does it hurt?"

As Yang Rong listened, her nose suddenly stung with tears. She took a deep breath, suppressed the sting, and shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"The company will handle this. You should rest well these few days and not worry about anything else."

Yang Rong raised her head and met his gaze.

"Mr. Fu, will this affect the company's projects...?"

That's not your business.

Lin Ruo and Guo Zhenni pushed open the door and made way for each other.

"President Fu, President Yang and President Huo have arrived."

When Yang Shoucheng and Huo Wenxi entered the room, their faces showed obvious apology.

"Director Fu, this was my oversight."

Yang Shoucheng got straight to the point, his tone sincere.

"Connected is a project controlled by Emperor Entertainment Group. I am responsible for this incident on set."

Fu Yibai remained seated on the sofa, without getting up.

"Mr. Yang, please sit down."

Yang Shoucheng sat down opposite him, while Huo Wenxi stood beside him, holding a folder in his hand.

"Miss Yang Rong, how is your injury?"

Yang Shoucheng looked at Yang Rong, his gaze lingering on the redness and swelling on her face.

"What did the doctor say?"

"It's nothing serious."

Yang Rong's voice was very soft.

Yang Shoucheng nodded, then turned to Fu Yibai, his smile fading considerably.

"Director Fu, how do you plan to handle this matter?"

Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.

"The yellow dog must apologize in person."

"Of course."

Yang Shoucheng nodded.

"I'll have Wenxi arrange it, tomorrow—"

"Not tomorrow."

Fu Yibai interrupted him.

"Now.

"Make him come here, kneel down, and apologize in person."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Yang Shoucheng's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Director Fu, this request..."

"Does Mr. Yang think this is excessive?"

Fu Yibai's voice wasn't loud, but every word was spoken clearly.

"My people were harassed and even assaulted on your set. If a mere apology is all it takes to get it over with, where does that leave Chenxi's reputation?"

He paused, then looked calmly at Yang Shoucheng.

"If Mr. Yang finds this difficult, I will handle it myself."

However, after "The Witch," our collaboration may have come to an end.

Galaxy Cinemas will no longer screen Hong Kong films.

"Mr. Fu!"

Yang Shoucheng did not expect Fu Yibai to react so strongly.

It's unbelievable that this incident would cause such anger towards the entire Hong Kong film industry.

It's important to know that Galaxy Cinemas accounts for 20% of the mainland cinema market, which translates to 20% of the box office revenue.

He knew that if he didn't handle this matter well, he would not only offend Chenxi, but also incur the wrath of the entire Hong Kong film industry.

"President Fu, please don't be angry. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter."

Yang Shoucheng gave Huo Wenxi a wink.

Huo Wenxi understood, turned around, and walked out of the room to make a phone call.

In the corridor, Huo Wenxi spoke sternly.

"Find him, no matter where he is, bring him here within half an hour."

She frowned after hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, and then added something else.

"Yang Sheng's meaning is to let him weigh the pros and cons himself."

After hanging up the phone, she pushed open the door and returned to her room, nodding to Yang Shoucheng.

Yang Shoucheng turned to Fu Yibai, his smile fading and replaced by a serious expression.

"Mr. Fu, we're already looking for the person."

"I'll give you an explanation within an hour at most."

The room fell silent.

Yang Rong sat next to Fu Yibai, with an ice pack still on her face.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone, her ears turning bright red.

It wasn't because of the injury on my face, but because of what Fu Yibai said earlier.

These words swirled in her mind, each one carrying a heavy weight.

Before she came to Hong Kong to film, her agent told her that there were many rules on the film set here and that the interpersonal relationships were complicated, so she should keep a low profile and not cause trouble.

She has indeed become more low-key.

He arrived at the film set on time every day, knew his lines by heart, and did whatever the director said to shoot without saying much.

But the yellow dog still came knocking.

When that slap came, her mind went blank. Her first thought wasn't about the pain, but rather, "Will this affect the company's projects?"

But now that Fu Yibai is sitting here, saying those words in front of Yang Shoucheng, she suddenly feels that her previous worries were somewhat unnecessary.

In an instant, she felt her eyes burning, and something gently bursting in her chest.

So this is what it feels like to be protected like this.

A soft, aching spot in my chest felt like it had been lightly tickled by a feather, followed by a surge of unfamiliar warmth.

This feeling is too overwhelming, and too untimely.