Chapter 126

The car arrived quickly at the Akesai County hotel; Fang Hong went straight to bed without even wanting to eat, and Liu Tianxian didn't care either.

Nothing else—just exhausted!

Liu Tianxian knew he was tired and didn't disturb him, only prepared food for him to eat right after waking up.

She called her mother to report she was safe.

Then she posted a Weibo, uploading photos of the flood danger she had witnessed.

These were her own photos; she would never post Fang Hong's cross-dressing pictures—that was their secret.

She added the caption: {Thank you all for your concern; I'm safe and back. }

As soon as she posted it, the comments flooded in.

"Xixi is safe—that's all that matters! I was so worried!"

"Promise me you won't go to such dangerous places again; my heart was clenched the whole time."

"Glad you're safe; I didn't sleep a wink last night."

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While netizens celebrated online, they also sighed in relief—since the Fairy Sister was safe, they could rest easy.

They probably cared less about their own mothers!

This Weibo and its photos immediately silenced some skepticism, especially the accusations that the "Hongmen Banquet" crew was staging a publicity stunt.

Some netizens couldn't understand why a flood had occurred in the Gobi Desert—wasn't that place arid?

It could be said Liu Tianxian was clever, having taken and uploaded photographic evidence in advance.

Soon after, Feng Shaofeng also posted a Weibo to report he was safe.

Song Xiansheng also issued a Weibo confirming the entire crew had been trapped but was now safe, urging everyone not to worry.

The internet erupted again.

There was certainly some publicity stunt involved.

But the internet was already buzzing—not because of this incident, but because of Feng and Zhi's latest marital split.

They hadn't yet announced a divorce, only a marital breakdown; the divorce would be revealed in late August—this was just the appetizer.

Let public opinion get used to it first.

When this news broke, netizens speculated wildly: some claimed a third party was involved, others blamed A Jiao's incident; Emperor Entertainment even issued a denial to quash rumors.

Anyway, all sorts of messy rumors had been swirling for years now.

Fang Hong slept straight through until nightfall; when he woke up, food was waiting—finally, he experienced the feeling of being in charge.

All that carrying Liu Tianxian for two hours wasn't in vain.

In the hotel room, a small dining table; the two sat on opposite sides, Fang Hong slurping loudly as he devoured his meal.

"Slow down, no one's stealing your food," Liu Tianxian glanced at him.

"Did you eat?" Fang Hong looked at her.

"Yes."

"You won't even eat with me? That hurts," Fang Hong sighed.

"Are you a child? Do I have to eat with you?"

"Food tastes better when you eat together!" Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian smiled but said nothing—she was doing it on purpose.

"Hey, does it still hurt there?"

Before Fang Hong finished speaking, Liu Tianxian raised her hand as if to strike; he immediately corrected himself: "I'm just concerned about you."

"I don't need it!" Liu Tianxian snapped.

She wasn't hurt to begin with.

If she hadn't been hurt, why would she let him carry her? Fang Hong must have thought she was injured—and that spot was so important to men, he couldn't ignore it.

Silence fell. Fang Hong finished eating, tossed his chopsticks and bowl aside, ate his fill, drank his fill, then stood up and stretched.

"Let's go after eating," Liu Tianxian rose.

"No, I'm staying here," Fang Hong shook his head—he'd stay until she finished filming.

Not now, not during this critical time.

"You really won't leave?" Liu Tianxian stared at him.

"Not leaving. Not even if I die," Fang Hong said firmly.

"You said it," Liu Tianxian said, then turned and walked away. "I'm going back to Beijing."

"Hey hey, what do you mean? You're not filming anymore?" Fang Hong grabbed her.

"I'm done filming," Liu Tianxian shrugged.

"Wait, what? It's already over?"

Fang Hong was stunned—was this movie really that casual? They'd only filmed for a month.

"It's a man's story anyway; I barely have any scenes. Did you think it'd take forever?"

Liu Tianxian waved playfully: "Bye, Mr. Fang!"

"I'm leaving too," Fang Hong immediately chased after her.

Liu Tianxian stopped. "Didn't you say you'd stay here, even if you died?"

"I thought you hadn't finished filming," Fang Hong said.

"Oh? But I already booked my flight—did you?" Liu Tianxian's expression was half-smiling.

"Which flight? I'll book mine right now," Fang Hong said immediately.

He'd originally planned to stay a few days to soothe Liu Tianxian.

"But it's already too late, what now?" Liu Tianxian looked at her wristwatch.

"This!"

Fang Hong was momentarily speechless.

Liu Tianxian regarded him with mockery—it was quite amusing, such a clever man.

"I realize you're doing this on purpose," Fang Hong said, watching her expression.

Liu Tianxian shrugged, as if to say, So what?

"Go on, go on—I'll come back tomorrow."

Fang Hong waved his hand helplessly.

If I ever marry her, I'll have to whip her—she doesn't take me seriously at all.

Liu Tianxian didn't know his filthy thoughts; she only found it funny: "I'm really leaving, okay?"

"Go ahead, get out of my sight—I don't want to see you now, seeing you annoys me," Fang Hong grumbled.

"Giggle-giggle-giggle."

Liu Tianxian laughed heartily, her gums showing.

She took a few steps forward, saw how displeased the man looked, then returned and wrapped her arm around his shoulder: "I'm just teasing you—I've already booked your ticket."

"Huh?!" Fang Hong was stunned.

"How could I ever leave you alone here? Isn't that right?" Liu Tianxian could say sweet words too.

"Feifei, you're so mean," Fang Hong felt tricked and manipulated.

"If you talk to me like that, I really will leave you here alone," Liu Tianxian straightened her face.

"Feifei, you're wonderful," Fang Hong changed his tone.

As the saying goes: he who understands the times is a hero.

"That's more like it!"

Liu Tianxian took his hand: "Come on, sister's taking you home."

The husband's authority is out of order—still needs a whip.

From Akesai to Dunhuang takes just over an hour; from Dunhuang to Beijing by plane takes about three hours.

Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian returned to Beijing overnight; as for the car, someone specialized would handle it.

After returning to Beijing, it was already late; Fang Hong warned: "Go home, rest well, check if there's any tearing."

"I know," Liu Tianxian rolled her eyes at him.

He doesn't care about anything else—only whether she tore herself splitting her legs. What a weird focus.

Thus, each returned to their own home, each to their own mother.

Liu Tianxian was also exhausted—she had filmed continuously for over two months, from *The Genius Girl* to *The Legend of Hongmen Banquet*.

These past two years, her work intensity has been extremely high.

In her past life, it was the same—except in this life, she turned down *Tongque Terrace*.

After returning, Fang Hong rested at home one night, then went to work the next day.

He wasn't some "little wife"—why cling to that woman and lose all his standing?

A man must prioritize his career.

"That man's back again?"

Chen Zhixi, upon hearing from her secretary that Fang Hong had returned, felt her scalp tighten.

It's only been one day—how did he come back so fast?!

Is Liu Tianxian really that easy to pacify?

She knew Fang Hong went to Dunhuang for Liu Tianxian—the news reported it; Liu Tianxian was there, otherwise why would he go there idly?

"What, you're not happy I'm back?"

Fang Hong appeared in her office.

"No, this company can't function without you—everyone's thrilled you're back," Chen Zhixi smiled.

"Meeting!" Fang Hong didn't waste words with her.

That day, all behind-the-scenes staff had completed training; Yutu's senior management held a major meeting.

This meeting marked Yutu's full-scale upgrade.

With thirty million as the standard, films under thirty million were classified as low-budget, above as mid-budget; high-budget had no definition yet.

That meant films under thirty million would be downgraded by Yutu—henceforth only used as talent-development projects.

Only this way could talent be continuously cultivated—it was a talent development mechanism!

*Fast Youth* was one such low-budget, trend-chasing project, officially greenlit.

Still clichéd: infidelity, abortion, love triangle—Yutu would exhaust this genre completely, leaving no room for others to follow.

Yutu now had experience making such films.

This film was adapted from a novel, but Yutu had money—they had bought the full rights earlier.

The male lead was still Zhu Yilong—continue milking him; after all, the previous film, *To Our Youth*, was quite successful.

He went out looking for work elsewhere, couldn't find anything, then came back.

After all, no one would use a movie's male lead to promote him!

The female lead was Shuchang; they were similar in age.

No other young actresses came to mind—everyone was young, everyone had a bright future.

Female actors rarely rose from the bottom—they usually entered with some background and resources already.

These people all had to consider their influence within the industry.

After being blacklisted by Huayi, only Hao Lei was unafraid to work with them.

"Fleet of Time" was directed by Wang Ran, but it wasn't shot by his core behind-the-scenes team — instead, it was a newly assembled production crew.

"Wang Ran, this is Han Jianü, your producer. The two of you, work well together," Fang Hong introduced the new producer.

Chen Zhixi was too busy to handle everything, so a new producer was needed to share the workload — of course, Chen Zhixi would still lead things.

Otherwise, many of the new producers wouldn't understand how things worked.

Han Jianü had short hair, neat and efficient. She was a 2011-class master's student in the Director Department of Beijing Film Academy — in other words, she had just passed the entrance exam this year.

Later, "Dying to Survive" was her screenwriting and producing work, and "A Cool Fish" also had her participating in production.

Oh, she also had another identity — she was Zuoshandiao's daughter. But so what? Work is work, relationships are relationships, and no personal interests were mixed in.

Anyway, they were clean!

"Hello!"

Han Jianü and Wang Ran shook hands.

Wang Ran also nodded in greeting. He had finally endured his way to the director's seat, and his heart was surging with emotion.

"Producer Han, I need to tell you the rules of Jade Rabbit," Fang Hong said.

Han Jianü nodded and listened attentively.

"Here we follow a producer-centered system. The director is only responsible for making a good film and has no right to change the script. Your responsibility is to keep the film's direction in check, with the market as the guide."

In other words, it has to make money. Fang Hong spoke very bluntly, not caring about art at all.

"Got it, I understand!" Han Jianü nodded.

This was more beneficial for her — with greater authority, she could prevent the director from running wild.

Of course, the screenwriter's authority was also great; changing the script required discussion with the screenwriter.

(End of chapter)