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

Chapter 445 Naza's Repayment

June 12, night.

Fu Yibai had just finished processing a batch of documents at the company when a name popped up on his phone screen—Gulnazar.

He answered the phone, and a girl's soft, slightly nervous voice came through the receiver.

"Mr. Fu."

"Um, Nazha, is something wrong?"

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair, his tone calm.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Nazha's voice, tinged with barely suppressed emotion, was filled with gratitude.

"Mr. Fu, my father... my father's surgery was very successful."

The doctor said that once he gets through the rejection period, he will recover.

A relieved smile appeared on Fu Yibai's lips.

Congratulations, Nazha.

His voice was gentle and sincere.

"This is the best news."

"Mr. Fu..."

Naza's voice became even more choked up.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Without you, my father..."

"Don't cry, this is a happy thing."

Fu Yibai interrupted her thanks.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed only by Nazha's suppressed sobs.

Are you free on Sunday?

I want to thank you in person.

Gulnazar calmed herself down slightly and spoke.

"…"

good."

October 1th, Sunday.

Fu Yibai had lunch with Yang Rong and Liu Yan at the villa in the capital, and then took a half-hour walk with them in the garden.

Yang Rong started to feel sleepy, and Liu Yan also said she wanted to go back to lie down for a while. He took the two of them back to their room and settled them in before changing his clothes and going out.

Gulnazar's dormitory is on the sixth floor of the Chenxi Artist Apartment, a single apartment of 60 square meters.

When Fu Yibai arrived, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. The winter sun shone obliquely into the corridor, casting long shadows on the floor tiles.

He rang the doorbell.

The door opened.

Gulnazar stood at the door, wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and dark gray lounge pants.

"Mr. Fu."

Her voice carried a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

"Um."

Gulnazar stepped aside, and Fu Yibai changed into slippers and went inside.

The apartment wasn't big, but it was very clean.

Two potted green plants sat on the windowsill, and several textbooks on performance theory and an open notebook were neatly stacked on the desk. The handwriting in the notebook was neat and clear, and the key points were highlighted with different colored highlighters.

On the coffee table were cut fruit and a pot of steaming tea, with a white ceramic teacup next to it, the rim of which was printed with a small flower.

"Please have some tea."

Gulnazar poured him a cup of tea.

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

Gulnazar sat down on the single sofa next to him, her hands folded on her knees, her back straight, like a little deer ready to stand up at any moment.

"How is your father's recovery?"

"fine."

Gulnazar's brows relaxed, and her tone carried a sense of reassurance that welled up from the bottom of her heart.

"The doctor said the rejection reaction is under good control, and I can be discharged after two more weeks of observation."

My mom is with me at the hospital.

"That's good.

I will continue to follow up on your rehabilitation and medication, so you don't need to worry about the costs.

"Mr. Fu..."

Gulnazar raised her head, her eyes slightly red.

I don't know how to thank you.

Throughout the year, every time I visited my dad in the hospital, he would ask me which kind person had helped us.

I told him that I had signed with a really good company and that the boss was a really good person.

He said, "Then you must work hard for them and not let them down."

"Then you'd better listen to your uncle and work hard to earn money for me."

"…………"

Mr. Fu, do you remember what I told you last year?

"Which sentence?"

Gulnazar answered Fu Yibai directly with her actions.

She leaned forward and kissed Fu Yibai on the lips.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her body pressed tightly against his chest.

Fu Yibai could feel her heartbeat; through the thick sweater, it was beating fast and rapid, like a little bird being held in the palm of his hand.

He put his arm around her waist, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

The bedroom was small, with a 1.5-meter bed by the window. The bed sheet was light blue with a few small white flowers printed on it.

Fu Yibai placed her on the bed and leaned over to look at her.

Gulnazar lay on her back, her braids loose, her long hair spread out on the pillow.

Her cheeks flushed, the blush spreading down her neck.

"curtain……"

Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper.

Fu Yibai reached out and pulled the curtains even tighter.

Then he slowly took off her clothes.

Gulnazar closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her fingers gripping the bed sheet beneath her.

In the dim light, her body had a delicate, jade-like texture, with full and symmetrical curves, a slender waist, and straight, long legs.

That youthful innocence made Fu Yibai take a few more glances.

"Stop looking..."

She covered her face with her arm, her ears burning red.

Fu Yibai grasped her wrists and gently pressed them against the sides of the pillow.

Gulnazar opened her eyes and met his gaze. She bit her lip, her eyes almost overflowing with shyness.

"I am coming."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

Gulnazar nodded, then quickly shook her head, and finally nodded vigorously once more.

Then everything quieted down.

Only her barely suppressed voice echoed softly in the quiet bedroom.