Chapter 453

At night, in a large banquet hall, the cast and crew of "Gravity" held their wrap party here.

The lighting here was dim, not bright at all, like the gloom of a bar or nightclub, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

A long table stood with candles on either side, and various seafood and fine wines arranged in the center.

Since you're in Hainan, you must eat seafood!

Some people here clinked glasses and exchanged drinks, while others danced gracefully under the flickering, colorful lights.

In front, the dance floor pulsed with energetic music; Liu Tianxian wore a beautiful dress and a shawl, swaying her body, looking relaxed and casual.

Beside her was Han Jianü, who was also having a blast, just like her.

"Sister Han, you dance so well!" Liu Tianxian laughed in praise.

"You're not bad either!" Han Jianü laughed back.

Around them, other crew members also danced together, looking ecstatic and joyful.

The scene was lively, everyone's spirits high.

Of course, many more were simply watching, admiring their dancing—especially Liu Tianxian, whose figure was elegant and movements harmonious.

She had studied dance before and possessed flexibility.

"Come on, come on!" Liu Tianxian waved to Fang Hong, who stood at the edge of the dance floor, signaling him to join.

Fang Hong obediently ran into the dance floor, moving his feet as if stepping on cigarette butts to the beat, his body stiff.

"Do it like me—twist your hips," Liu Tianxian taught him.

Fang Hong imitated her, swaying his hips left and right, but it looked awkward and uncoordinated.

Still, he had some posture.

Seeing him dance so awkwardly, Liu Tianxian smiled; she knew he couldn't dance—he'd been just as clumsy last time, and it was funny.

"Principal, like this—relax," Han Jianü guided from beside him, slowly demonstrating with her body.

"As long as you're happy, dance however you like—it doesn't matter," Fang Hong said indifferently, swaying his body casually.

"That's right—as long as you're happy."

Others echoed, and more people rushed onto the dance floor.

Liu Tianxian stepped forward, one arm around Fang Hong's waist, the other holding his hand, guiding him to move with her rhythm.

Fang Hong, in turn, wrapped his arms around her soft waist and followed her lead.

Under the dim, glittering atmosphere and the pulsing music, the two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, dancing with a touch of ethereal romance.

The center of the dance floor was wild; those not dancing sipped seafood and wine while watching them, thoroughly entertained.

"Look at Principal and Yifei—always showing off their affection," Liu Yin complained to his colleague.

"What, are you jealous?"

"Exactly! If you've got the guts, go find someone too—you could show off as well!"

"Damn, you bunch of single dogs, got addicted to licking, huh!"

"Hahaha!"

"Our company has so many beautiful girls—I think Nazha's pretty good; I'll introduce you to her sometime."

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The music on the dance floor changed; Liu Tianxian and Fang Hong, tired from dancing, stepped down together.

Walking behind Liu Yin and the others, Liu Tianxian placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned over, and took a fresh glass of wine from the table, tossing it back.

"What are you guys talking about?" Liu Tianxian set the glass back on the table.

"Talking about finding Liu Yin a girlfriend—Yifei, you've got so many female friends, introduce one to him!" someone laughed.

"Nope, all my girlfriends are already taken," Liu Tianxian said.

Shuchang has someone; Zhang Jingying has someone; Yao Beina isn't in good health; Bao Jinjin's probably getting married soon.

"But I'll keep an eye out—if I find a good girl, I'll introduce her to you," Liu Tianxian looked down at Liu Yin.

They'd known each other for many years, collaborating since her second movie, and every film since then had featured him as her cinematographer—not just Fang Hong's go-to cameraman.

He was practically her personal cinematographer.

Every film Fang Hong shot, she was always the lead actress—never changed.

Liu Yin looked at Liu Tianxian and immediately blushed; he'd been boasting earlier, but now he felt shy just seeing her.

He was about her age, also in his twenties.

"Look, he's blushing—hahaha!" someone teased him.

Liu Yin picked up a chopstick and threw it at the person.

"Yifei, do you know Nazha? Introduce her to him," someone else said.

"Not close, but you'd better not date someone from inside the industry," Liu Tianxian advised.

This remark made many understand its implication—this circle was too messy; many weren't clean.

"I think Nazha's a nice girl—only had one boyfriend, a rich second-generation, and she's beautiful and very talkative," someone said.

"Really? Who was the boyfriend?"

Some didn't know yet.

Everyone loved gossip, but Liu Tianxian never judged others or spoke ill of them—she simply sat down beside Fang Hong.

She picked up a large lobster, curled her index finger, peeled off the shell, and placed it in Fang Hong's bowl.

Fang Hong ate his meal quietly, not joining the discussion—he didn't do matchmaker stuff.

Of course, he knew in his heart that he had already altered many people's life trajectories.

After listening to the others finish gossiping about Nazha, Liu Tianxian spoke again: "Those are all past things—who doesn't have a past? As long as the person is good and has a good personality, that's enough."

"Yifei's right—as long as the personality's good, don't worry too much about the rest," someone agreed.

Even Liu Yin was tempted by this and wanted to learn more about Nazha.

Han Jianü, having had too much fun, ran over and said behind Liu Tianxian: "Yifei, let's take a photo together!"

"Sure!"

Liu Tianxian tossed the shrimp in her hand into Fang Hong's bowl, licked the oil off her fingers, and pressed her face against Han Jianü's.

The two women were affectionate; Han Jianü pulled out her phone and took a photo of them together.

The wrap party ended like this: after eating well, drinking well, having fun, and gossiping well, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Tomorrow they can spend a few days playing on Hainan's beaches, with all expenses covered by the production team; the company won't pay extra.

If it's not finished, it will definitely be returned to the company as part of the Propaganda Department budget. In the hotel's luxury suite, Fang Hong was lying in bed playing a mobile game when Liu Tianxian suddenly burst out of the bathroom: "Oh no, I can't go to the beach tomorrow."

"Why?" Fang Hong didn't even lift his head.

"I got my period." Liu Tianxian clutched her stomach, looking very annoyed.

"Huh? What a coincidence—right after filming ends?" Fang Hong was stunned.

"It's about these two days." Liu Tianxian lay on the bed, saw him still playing his game, snatched his phone away, and tossed it aside.

Fang Hong sighed and asked: "Then what should I do?"

"What do you mean 'what should you do'? I got my period—what's that got to do with you?" Liu Tianxian was baffled.

"I'm lonely and restless," Fang Hong said.

"So what? I got my period—what's it to you?" Liu Tianxian was short-tempered, only thinking about that one thing, not caring that she couldn't go to the beach or surf with everyone—she was deeply disappointed.

Fang Hong fell silent, realizing she was in a bad mood—he better not provoke her.

"Ohhh! You don't care about me at all!" Liu Tianxian suddenly went nuts, pummeling Fang Hong with her fists.

"How am I supposed to care? Why not drink more hot water?" Fang Hong ventured.

"All you men ever think of is drinking hot water," Liu Tianxian retorted.

"Drink water," Fang Hong tried again.

"Then go get it right now!" Liu Tianxian shouted.

"Got it."

Fang Hong leapt out of bed like he was fleeing, boiled her some red water—he had to hurry, or he'd get beaten.

Meanwhile, Liu Tianxian leaned against the headboard, pouting in sullen anger, unsure herself what she was upset about.

Before she had a husband, she used to sulk alone; now that she had one, she could vent.

"Here you go." Fang Hong brought the bowl of red water and handed it to her: "Be careful, it's hot."

Liu Tianxian took it, sipped lightly, and complained: "I've realized you're useless."

"Huh?! Why say that?" Fang Hong was startled and confused.

"After all this time, you still let me get my period—aren't you useless?" Liu Tianxian said.

"What?!" Fang Hong was stunned, then instantly understood: "Can you blame me for that?"

"If not you, then who?" Liu Tianxian tilted her head, looking petulant and adorable.

"Could it be that you're just… not good enough?" Fang Hong ventured again.

"Get lost! I could say your seeds are no good either," Liu Tianxian snapped.

They spoke without any restraint; Fang Hong said: "It's been too short—a few months, and we haven't done it many times. It seems we need constant, relentless training."

Since returning from his hometown, they hadn't done it for a month—filming was too busy, his work was too hectic, and it was all sporadic.

Liu Tianxian rolled her eyes, placed the bowl on the nightstand, and pulled the covers over her head to sleep.

Fang Hong lay beside her, crawled into bed, and wrapped his arms around her body.

"Move away, don't touch me," Liu Tianxian said.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Fang Hong didn't move, still holding her tightly, his hand gently stroking her stomach.

He knew women's moods were unstable during their period, and they could only vent to those closest to them.

"Then tell me."

Liu Tianxian's mood improved slightly—just because the warmth on her stomach felt comforting.

"Do you remember that Yao Dazui who yelled at you? There are rumors she's been unfaithful," Fang Hong whispered.

"Huh? I haven't heard any news!" Liu Tianxian was shocked, turned over to face him.

One of her feet rested on Fang Hong inside the covers—her habit, she liked pressing her foot against this man.

"It's just speculation, not confirmed. I only heard it through gossip—put your foot down."

"No, I'm leaving it on you."

"..."

The night was quiet, with faint chatter and bickering, occasional exclamations—because Fang Hong was revealing another explosive piece of entertainment industry gossip to Liu Tianxian.

Liu Tianxian loved listening; before long, she fell asleep in his warm embrace.

The next day, the Gravity production team enjoyed a free trip to Hainan; Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian returned to Beijing under the excuse of having matters to attend to.

Since she got her period and couldn't go into the sea, it was better to go back.

The news of Gravity's wrap was posted on the official Weibo account, along with various photos: Liu Tianxian smiling, wearing a gray tank top and black shorts, holding a wrap towel.

Liu Tianxian also reposted the message, posting her own beautiful photo with the caption: "Thank you all for your professionalism and passion—next year, let Gravity have its pull."

"Aaaah, Xixi's short hair is so beautiful!"

"This drama took months to film—finally finished!"

"Looking forward to Xixi's new movie!"

"Looking forward to Gravity—see you next year."

"I dare not praise my goddess here—I'm afraid I'll be liked until next year."

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A large group of sycophants began licking again.

The official Weibo account of Gravity will periodically release photos of Su and the production team to maintain buzz, but only selectively—not everything will be posted.

After returning home, Liu Tianxian didn't rest; she accepted an invitation to give a lecture at Peking University.

After Gravity's huge success, she went home for the New Year; after the holiday, she joined the production team, and many activities, commercial engagements, endorsements, and appearances were all put off and accumulated.

If she didn't attend them, the sponsors might complain—they paid money and expected proper service.

But she still needed to prioritize the Peking University lecture; it had been invited one or two months ago and was the most important one, precisely because the audience consisted of university students, all cultured people.

This put considerable pressure on her; she feared she might not speak well.

To prepare for this lecture, she read books every day at home, and even when accompanying Fang Hong to work, she carried a book, hoping to share something useful.

"Don't recommend books you've read when you give the lecture," Fang Hong warned.

(End of Chapter)