Chapter 476: Owning the Summit

Excited about winning the big award, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian invited some acquaintances and strangers to gather and dine at the Binjiang Hotel.

This meal was definitely worth having—after winning such a big prize, celebration was necessary.

Besides, there were so many familiar faces; they all needed to get together.

Attendees included several from the Xiu Chun Dao crew—Lu Yang, Xie Miao, Nazha—and even Wang Qianyuan, whom they didn't know.

Also present were Han Han, Feng Shaofeng, and Yuan Quan from the After You crew; he even brought his girlfriend Ni Ni.

Their relationship was still good; they hadn't broken up.

Few were truly known; most were unfamiliar, but it didn't matter—anyone who came was showing support and giving face.

They had planned to invite Gong Huang, but he had to accompany high-ranking officials, so the invitation was canceled.

In a luxurious banquet hall, guests clinked glasses and poured drinks, the scene bustling and lively.

Nazha admired Liu Tianxian for winning the award and for how effortlessly she could chat with anyone; she felt deeply envious.

She couldn't do that—she could only sit quietly in the corner, drinking a few glasses whenever someone greeted her, and she had a decent tolerance for alcohol.

As she drank, she couldn't help but glance toward Fang Hong's direction.

"Nazha, come drink with me," Liu Tianxian said, sitting beside her and clinking her glass, then downing it in one bold gulp.

Nazha didn't refuse; she too drank it down in one swallow.

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"Not yet—I dated someone before, but we broke up," Nazha replied honestly.

"Oh, no problem, take your time—you'll find true love eventually," Liu Tianxian said.

She didn't bother introducing anyone; if she introduced well, fine; if it caused conflict, it would be her fault.

"Thank you, Yifei," Nazha said.

They chatted a bit more, then Liu Tianxian went to greet others; Nazha, who got along well with Feng Shaofeng, began talking with him.

Anyone who had spent time with Liu Tianxian found her genuinely nice.

But Ni Ni, Feng Shaofeng's girlfriend, was different—she was actually interested in the Principal, yet the Principal was surrounded by a crowd and never noticed her.

Fang Hong was occupied with Lu Yang, Han Han, and Xue Xiaolu; he avoided interacting with celebrities.

The meal was enjoyable; after finishing, everyone dispersed.

Liu Tianxian and Fang Hong booked a suite to stay in.

The lights of a luxurious suite turned on; Fang Hong wrapped his arms around Liu Tianxian's soft waist.

Liu Tianxian wrapped her arms around his neck.

They were kissing passionately, lips wildly nibbling and pressing against each other, mingled with the scent of alcohol, intoxicating.

As they kissed, they staggered forward, occasionally bumping into walls or objects; even if something broke, it couldn't stop their ardor.

With a loud "Bang!" Fang Hong was thrown onto the soft bed.

Liu Tianxian pressed herself on top of him, smacking his mouth and face with loud "Smack! Smack!" sounds. "Are you a lickdog? Licking everywhere," Fang Hong gasped.

"You're the lickdog."

Liu Tianxian scowled, kissed him again on the lips, then his face, then his neck. Fang Hong flipped over, reversed their positions, straddled her, and started pulling off her clothes.

Liu Tianxian playfully slapped his chest, a hint of shyness in her gesture.

They were old married couple already—why so shy?

"Hey, let's switch positions," Liu Tianxian looked at him, her face flushed like a tempting apple.

"Oh? You've changed your mind?" Fang Hong was surprised.

"I'm just worried about you—you keep telling me you're tired," Liu Tianxian gazed at him with tender embarrassment.

Her expression and movements were as soft as flowing water, irresistibly alluring.

"Alright, alright! My Feifei's finally woken up!" Fang Hong praised enthusiastically.

Then they switched positions—something she had never agreed to before.

Don't be fooled by her open, bold demeanor or her outward appearance—her mindset was still traditional.

Liu Tianxian leaned down and pressed herself onto Fang Hong.

News of Liu Tianxian's award and The Bouquet's win spread across the entire internet, dominating trending lists.

The buzz was overwhelming—it had been building for a while, and now the internet's attention was entirely absorbed by this film and Liu Tianxian, with every platform reporting on it.

The Shanghai Film Festival naturally carried its own heat.

But Liu Tianxian was the hottest—she not only won Best Actress, but also stepped onto the award stage for the second time.

Her fans ran wild, screaming and cheering, thrilled that their idol had won; passersby seeing the news would glance and say, "Oh, Liu Tianxian won."

Of course, Heizi still attacked.

There were always some discordant voices—some began again questioning Liu Tianxian's nationality, subtly stirring up the topic.

"No matter how high the award, her nationality won't change," someone said.

Some even asked: "I wonder, in the U. S. election, who will she vote for?"

Moreover, media and experts began questioning the fairness of the Shanghai Film Festival and the impartiality of the judges.

"Liu Tianxian Stuns with Golden Goblet Best Actress Win: Is It Resource-Driven or Well-Deserved?" "Liu Tianxian's 'Surprise' Win at Shanghai Film Festival Sparks Controversy!"

"Liu Tianxian Wins Best Actress, While Multiple International Stars Are Left Behind."

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Such news articles appeared simultaneously online, creating a chaotic mix of opinions—anything and everything was being said.

It was normal—where there's praise, there's always criticism.

Those critics were likely the new capital that had poured in—because Liu Tianxian's win had elevated her too high.

It made the rising stars they promoted look dull and insignificant.

In other words, Liu Tianxian winning the award is bound to break a certain balance in the entertainment circle—anyone who sees her naturally has to drop one tier, that's the inherent advantage of having an award.

And those post-85 and post-90 little flowers don't have any good awards to back them up.

This created a phenomenon: among little flowers of the same tier, Liu Tianxian stands alone at the peak.

Add to that Liu Tianxian grabbing a lot of fashion resources—she eats too much, others eat too little, so suppression is inevitable. After all, who wants to be the small one? The people they back are too weak, so they can only drag the strong ones down to the same level, or even push them down.

Fang Hong also doesn't know who's behind the scenes stirring things up; the struggle now has risen to another level.

No longer star versus star, but capital versus capital.

In the past, stars tearing into each other was great to watch; from now on, there'll probably be less of that—it's all about strength, about whose backing is harder.

Many media outlets questioned the award's fairness, and Gong Huang was also asked by reporters. She had to step forward and respond: "Our selection is absolutely fair, and it went through extensive argumentation and discussion, so stop questioning Liu Tianxian, and stop questioning 'The Bouquet.'"

Those who are questioning, I think they're just people who didn't properly watch this film."

Her later sentence meant that some people were deliberately stirring up trouble, deliberately questioning the film festival's fairness.

It's very normal—as soon as you question the fairness of the awards, people assume it's a watered-down award, and the one Liu Tianxian got is also a watered-down award, dragging down her authority.

So film festivals are hard to run—there are always those who set the rhythm and call you a watered-down award.

Seeing Liu Tianxian win the award, public opinion and popularity exploded. Da Mimi, who was still sitting out the month, had no choice but to choose an emergency business appearance and posted a beautiful selfie.

Fans flocked: "Her whole complexion looks amazing, stunning everyone!"

The various big and small stars of the same tier also scrambled to hype up their own popularity to cover this wave.

"Xia Jie broke up with the old man and got back together."

This matter was hyped back and forth, just like later when they kept hyping divorces, and once the popularity was hyped enough, they'd respond saying they didn't actually divorce.

Anyway, just switching back and forth between divorced and not divorced.

"Fan Xiaopang appears at Paris Fashion Week, hyping her 'Queen' persona."

"Da Baobei and Ni Ni post a photo together from the film festival."

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Their reactions were all very swift—they wanted to divert and disperse this wave of popularity, not letting Liu Tianxian enjoy it alone.

They wouldn't openly curse her; spending their own money to hype themselves is fine, right? The job of cursing Liu Tianxian is left to those hot-money capitals.

If they didn't react, Liu Tianxian would be too terrifying—people would only know her, and not know anyone else.

The entertainment circle is like this—unless you have good works as a foundation, otherwise one or two months, two or three months without showing up, people might forget you.

Traffic stars are like this—too fragile, not substantial.

In an instant, all kinds of monsters and demons came running out—those with money spent money, those without publicity drafts bought publicity drafts, those buying traffic bought traffic, what a lively scene.

The once-rampant news of Liu Tianxian winning the award was quickly split up; the hot search filled with lots of other stars' information, becoming a mess.

Obviously, everyone's competing desperately, but it can't change the fact that Liu Tianxian won the award—she already has honors on her. At most, it'll cool down with time.

And Liu Tianxian doesn't care about the outside world's commotion—let them say whatever they want, just ignore it.

At this moment she was lying down, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Fang Hong, meanwhile, was resting with his eyes closed beside her. Neither spoke, both seeming to be savoring it—the lingering aftertaste of pleasure hadn't passed yet.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Tianxian propped herself up and said to Fang Hong: "Hey, you're pretty great."

"Hmm?" Fang Hong didn't open his eyes, not quite understanding what she meant.

"You're really pretty great." Liu Tianxian said again.

Fang Hong opened his eyes and looked at her, seeing her wearing a gentle smile.

Liu Tianxian leaned down and kissed him on the face, then said softly: "Have you ever seen a woman more good-looking than me? A woman prettier than me?"

"No." Fang Hong said.

"So you're saying, every woman you've seen isn't as good as me?" Liu Tianxian asked again.

Presumably she had seen the way Nazha looked at Fang Hong, and was somewhat sensitive, which is why she asked this.

"None of them are as good as you." Fang Hong said.

"If you met someone prettier than me, would you change your heart?" Liu Tianxian rested her head near his shoulder, very close.

"No. As long as you're by my side, any other woman—whether dead or alive—is dog shit."

Hearing him say that, Liu Tianxian laughed softly, feeling comfortable inside.

(End of chapter)