Chapter 116: My Heart Is Shattered (Bonus for Alliance Leaders—Request Monthly Tickets and Rewards)

Fa Ge spoke, and the people at the table fell silent, all eyes turning to Liu Tianxian.

But no one said anything—this wasn't their business.

Zhao Linshan picked up the tone: "Tianxian, you're not doing kissing scenes anymore?"

Liu Tianxian stayed silent, internally torn—she herself didn't think kissing scenes mattered.

But now she had feelings for Fang Hong, and this man opposed her doing kissing scenes; she wanted to consider his feelings too.

After all, they got along well, and a relationship like this wasn't easy to come by! "There's nothing wrong with kissing scenes—I've seen you do them before," Zhao Linshan added.

They had indeed done kissing scenes in Those Years, and also in A Chinese Ghost Story, though few knew the roles had body doubles for both male and female leads.

"If an actor won't do intimate scenes, they shouldn't be an actor at all," Fa Ge said, sounding like a mentor instructing the young.

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Liu Tianxian was about to explain when Fang Hong cut in: "Who says you can't be an actor if you won't do intimate scenes? If intimate scenes are acceptable, shouldn't Japan's entertainment industry dominate the world?"

The two Japanese at the table didn't understand; everyone else instantly got it—men and women alike understood exactly what he meant.

Because Japan's entertainment industry really was that intimate.

Fa Ge's gaze passed over Liu Tianxian and fixed on Fang Hong: "What are you stirring up here? Actors serve the story."

"Yes, I agree with you—but if you serve every kind of story, that's self-degradation.

Like you making Category III films—sure, you've cleaned up, gone legit, but that's not your talent, it's your luck. You should be grateful you were born in your era.

And let me tell you, don't impose your standards on others. The era you lived in is completely different from the one today's new-generation actors face.

You could make Category III films not because you were more dedicated or more awesome, but because you owe your rise to the era that shaped you."

Fang Hong's words exposed Fa Ge's past and denied all his achievements.

In other words, his success wasn't due to his own brilliance—it was the era that made him.

If he'd been born in this era, he'd be dead already!

Some at the table looked alarmed, others panicked, some fell silent—how bold he was, completely erasing Fa Ge's status in the entertainment industry.

He clearly didn't respect Fa Ge at all.

They glanced at Fa Ge and saw his face darkened; they all breathed more softly—his aura was built over decades.

But the big shot didn't care; Wang Zhangtian looked perfectly calm.

To ordinary people, to ordinary actors, Fa Ge was untouchable—but to them, he was still just an actor.

Liu Tianxian grabbed Fang Hong's hand under the table, signaling him to back off.

She knew this man was standing up for her against Fa Ge, and she didn't blame him.

Fang Hong remained calm—he'd never intended to deal with these Hong Kong people. You show them warmth, and they still think you're beneath them.

In fact, many famous Hong Kong stars had done Category III films, including Liu Tianwang, Yanzu, and Gege.

But that was just how Hong Kong was back then; now that they've gone legit, they can look down on newcomers and lecture them: "You should be like us, learn from us."

But which modern star dares to follow? Who can compare to them? The environment is completely different.

Liu Tianxian especially can't compare to them! In this era, anyone who takes off their clothes vanishes from the entertainment industry overnight.

Tangtang's example was only a few years ago! But then again, Liu Tianxian shouldn't have done those kissing or intimate scenes—even if she wanted to break her image, why must she break it by doing these things?

Those Hong Kong people never regarded Neidi actresses as equals.

Every Neidi actress who made it in the past had basically done passionate scenes; many explicit photos and videos leaked from there.

People like Fan Xiaopang, Tangtang, Yang Mi, Qin Lan, Zhou Dongyu, Li Xiaoran, Huo Siyan, Yao Di, Zhang Xiyu, and others all suffered from it.

They had no morals—they spread others' scandals recklessly. Don't these people want to survive? Don't they want to eat?

That's why this circle later got isolated—no one wanted to play with them—and they've been reduced to peddling nostalgia on Variety shows.

"Young man, you've gone too far!" Zhao Linshan frowned—it was their dinner.

"Sorry, Director Zhao, I speak bluntly," Fang Hong said, sounding apologetic.

He was giving Zhao Linshan face—even though the man made trash films, he was still from Beijing Film Academy and had ties to Changchun Film Studio; no need to offend him.

"Made two small youth films, got a little success, and now you're spouting nonsense. Didn't your mom teach you respect? You've got no sense of hierarchy." Fa Ge's anger was unmistakable.

"My mom did teach me—I'm a morally upright person. Unlike some people who don't even know who their mother is, and can't tell mother from father." Fang Hong's words carried hidden meaning.

Simply put—he was calling him morally corrupt.

Wang Zhangtian watched from the side, thinking this guy was incredible—he insulted without using a single curse word, and kept his cool.

If anyone else had been called "mom," they'd have already smashed a bottle over his head.

But he replied calmly, showing true poise!

"Fine, very fine. I've never met such an arrogant junior. Are people from the mainland all this disrespectful to their elders?" Fa Ge laughed bitterly, starting to slap on labels.

No one dared answer—this had escalated to personal attacks, massive ones. "Whether I'm disrespectful to elders is my elders' business, not yours," Fang Hong meant: he didn't consider Fa Ge an elder.

If he didn't regard him as an elder, there was no such thing as disrespect.

Everyone at the table sat stunned—this was brutal: first denying Fa Ge's achievements, now outright ignoring his status.

But he wasn't attacking all of Hong Kong—he targeted only Fa Ge himself.

Fa Ge's face turned ashen. No young man had ever spoken to him like this. If not for the crowd and the need to maintain composure, he'd have slapped him already.

Liu Tianxian knew things couldn't go on like this—if they did, a fight would break out.

She stood up, pulling Fang Hong along: "Sorry everyone, we have something to attend to—we'll leave now. Director, I'll give you my answer later."

"Alright, go ahead," Zhao Linshan nodded.

Everyone sat in silence—no drama left to watch! Wang Zhangtian waved to Fang Hong.

The moment they left, the table grew quiet.

Because Fa Ge's face was like frozen water, dark and brooding—everyone feared provoking him.

"Little punk!" Fa Ge spat.

"There's no need to get upset over someone like that. Let's drink our wine and talk about our own things." Su Youpeng raised his cup as a peacemaker.

The atmosphere at the scene quickly warmed up!

On the other side, after Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian returned home, a disagreement arose.

"Why are you so blunt? There were so many people there—couldn't you have been more tactful?"

"He acted like he was above everyone, giving orders like he ruled the world—why can't I fire back?" Fang Hong shot back.

"I didn't say you couldn't fire back. I meant you should be more tactful, speak less harshly, and read the room," Liu Tianxian raised her voice a few notches.

"Did you just meet me today?" Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian was left speechless by him. Indeed, the events of last year were still vivid—everyone had dared to push against him.

"Feifei, first you need to understand: when he insulted you, I didn't even let out a single fart. My patience was already good." Fang Hong's tone softened slightly.

"I know!"

Liu Tianxian also knew this man had spoken up only to defend her; at first, he hadn't said a word, only chatting with Wang Zhangtian.

She added: "I just think it's unnecessary to offend someone—we may never cross paths again."

"This isn't about offending someone—it's about them looking down on you. Even if you bow and scrape, they won't spare you a glance. You said yourself you won't cross paths again—why make yourself suffer?" Fang Hong said.

Both had valid points, neither could convince the other. After leaving, Liu Tianxian came to see things more clearly: arguing with people wasn't worth it.

Fang Hong, however, remained the same: if someone provoked him, he had to retaliate—either on the spot, or by holding a grudge.

Liu Tianxian hadn't known him for just one day; she knew he couldn't bear being wronged.

Fang Hong calmed down a bit: "Are you really going to take this role?"

"You know my situation—if I don't shoot here, I can't shoot anywhere else. Where else can I go?" Liu Tianxian's voice also softened.

Aside from these offers, no other resources came her way—in short, she had no choice.

"Will you also do the kissing scene?" Fang Hong asked again.

"I'll try my best to use a stunt double, considering your feelings. But I need to be clear: acting is acting, emotion is emotion—don't mix the two."

Liu Tianxian paused, then added: "This is my job—it carries no personal feeling. My attitude toward you and toward my work are two different things. I hope you can clearly separate them."

"Hmph!"

Fang Hong laughed. "So you draw such a clear line? What if I disagree?"

"I already said I'll try to use a stunt double—what more do you want?!"

Liu Tianxian suddenly felt exhausted talking to this man.

She kept explaining how the role mattered, how important it was to her—but the man acted as if he hadn't heard a word.

"Feifei, this role brings you no benefit. After filming, you'll still be painted black. I support you breaking your filter—but not by taking off your clothes, not by letting others kiss you. Seeing you kiss someone else breaks my heart!"

Fang Hong's final words carried weight, laced with sorrow.

Liu Tianxian fell silent. She could somewhat understand Fang Hong's feelings.

Earlier, when she saw Fang Hong hugging another woman, her own heart had ached, and she'd been angry too.

"Also, I need to tell you: I have no intention of taking the role in 'Genius Thief.' You've seen what kind of movie it is—it's only being offered to help you escape this predicament."

I've already made two low-budget films. No matter how many I make, I'm just repeating myself. Yutu needs to transition into making high-quality films."

"If you believe me, don't take this role. This film is 100% garbage. If you don't believe me, take it—serve the trash. I won't stop you."

Fang Hong walked away without looking back.

(End of Chapter)