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

Chapter 318 Chapter Country at the beginning of the month

In early September, Fan Binbin became the first celebrity to surpass 10 million followers.

Sina Weibo created a special celebratory poster featuring Fan Binbin's photo along with the caption, "Weibo's first user with 10 million followers."

Tang Yan's fan base surpassed eight million in the first week of September.

Liu Yan followed closely behind, with 7.6 million.

Yang Mi: 7.2 million; Wang Ou: 6.5 million; Qin Lan: 6 million; Gao Lu: 5.4 million; Zhang Liangying: 5 million; Yang Rong: 4.8 million; Li Dabai: 4.2 million; Yan Danchen: 4 million.

With the support of Chenxi's resources, Yang Xue, Zhang Li, Shu Chang, and Jiang Yan have also reached the threshold of second-tier fame.

The number of fans is over three million.

As for the male celebrities of Chenxi, Deng Chao, due to his handsome, charming, and quirky image on Running Man, will have a fan base that is close to Fan Binbin's, reaching as high as nine million.

Huang Bo and the others also have around five million.

Jing Tian and Liu Yifei's fan base is also steadily growing, exceeding four million and six million respectively.

Gao Yuanyuan's account is not updated frequently, but every post is of high quality, and her number of followers remains around four million.

Sina Weibo's public beta data significantly exceeded expectations due to the collective influx of artists from the Morning Star group.

Cao Guowei's voice trembled as he reported to Fu Yibai on the phone.

"Mr. Fu, in the first week of the public beta, the daily active users exceeded two million."

Fan Binbin posted a Weibo post, and the server's traffic doubled immediately.

Your company's artists are practically traffic generators.

Fu Yibai smiled.

"Mr. Cao, the traffic is coming in, the server needs to hold up."

"It's already being expanded."

The tech team worked in three shifts, risking their lives to ensure the system didn't crash.

On September 10, post-production on "Interstellar" was on track. Fu Yibai handed over the post-production tasks to Margaret and booked a flight back to Beijing.

In September, the summer heat in Beijing had not yet dissipated.

When Fu Yibai came out of the Capital Airport, it was already quite dark.

Guo Zhenni followed behind, pushing a luggage cart.

The driver was an old acquaintance. When he saw Fu Yibai come out, he came up from afar and took the luggage.

"Mr. Fu, thank you for your hard work."

"Um."

As the car entered the airport expressway, Beijing unfolded outside the window in the twilight.

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

A WeChat message from Liu Yan: "When will you get home?"

"Just got off the plane."

"Okay, then I'll start cooking."

Liu Yan has started to reduce her engagements this year. Apart from recording "Running Man Season 4" recently, she only has one movie left at the end of the year, so she now has a lot of time to spend with Fu Yibai.

The car stopped in front of the villa. Fu Yibai got out, and the driver and Guo Zhenni followed behind, pushing the luggage.

The villa door opened, and Fu Yibai and Guo Zhenni entered.

"You're back? Just a moment, dinner will be ready soon."

Liu Yan's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"Take your time, there's no rush."

After putting her luggage away, Guo Zhenni said goodbye to Fu Yibai.

"Yi Bai, I'm going home now."

"Not staying?"

"No, you should spend the night with Sister Yan."

Guo Zhenni waved her hand and ran towards the door.

Outside the door, the driver was still waiting. After hearing the car leave, Fu Yibai went to the kitchen.

He leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Liu Yan's back. She was wearing a loose white loungewear and her hair was casually tied back.

Hearing the noise, Liu Yan turned around and glanced at him, a smile curving her lips.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's up to you."

Liu Yan blushed slightly, then turned her head to continue stirring the food in the pot.

"Go wash your hands first, it'll be ready soon."

Fu Yibai walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Liu Yan's body stiffened slightly, then softened and she leaned into his arms.

The spatula paused for a moment in his hand, then he continued to stir.

"Yi Bai, the food is going to burn."

"Let it burn."

Fu Yibai's voice was close to her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her skin.

Liu Yan's ears turned red, the color spreading from her earlobes down her neck.

She didn't say anything more, but turned off the stove, put down the spatula, turned around, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

The lips were soft and warm, carrying the salty and savory taste of the soup they had just tasted.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist, his palm pressed against the curve of her lower back, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through her thin pajamas.

The two people moved from the kitchen to the dining room, and from the dining room to the living room.

When Liu Yan's back pressed against the sofa cushions, her breathing became completely erratic.

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the flickering light, her lips slightly parted, and her chest heaving more and more.

"Yi Bai..."

Her voice was as soft as water.

"vegetable……"

Fu Yibai leaned down and kissed her between the eyebrows.

The night outside the window was dark and deep, and only the intertwined breathing of the two people and the soft rustling of the fabric on the sofa remained in the living room.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

Liu Yan curled up in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, her breathing not yet fully calm.

Her fingers traced circles on his chest, her fingertips carrying a languid afterglow.

"Ugh, the food's all cold."

"It's okay, it's hot, we can eat it cold."

"Nonsense, I'll go heat up the food."

Liu Yan playfully bit Fu Yibai, sat up from his arms, tidied her disheveled hair, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

She turned back halfway through her walk, met his gaze, and blushed again.

"Don't come any closer."

Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed on the sofa.

Liu Yan blushed and turned back, quickly walking into the kitchen.