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

Chapter 31 Massage

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yibai felt a throbbing in his head. He rubbed his temples, and the skin his fingertips touched felt dry.

The sandstorms of the Northwest and the relentless work have left their mark on my body.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the conference room door.

"Enter."

Liu Yan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a tray with a cup of steaming honey water and a small dish of cut fruit on it.

She walked very quietly to Fu Yibai's side and placed the tray on a corner of the conference table.

"President Fu, the meeting has been going on for so long, and you haven't eaten much at noon."

Let's eat some fruit to tide us over.

Her voice was gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Fu Yibai looked up and glanced at her.

Today, Liu Yan wore a light gray business suit, which was well-tailored and accentuated her beautiful curves. Her long hair was tied up in a simple bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

She wore light makeup, but a hint of weariness from working overtime in her eyes made her look even more focused.

"Thanks."

Fu Yibai picked up the honey water. The water temperature was just right, and the sweetness was just right. After taking a sip, his dry throat felt much better.

"You're still not off work?"

"Mr. Zhao asked me to stay, saying you might have other things to take care of."

Liu Yan stood slightly behind him, her gaze sweeping over the weariness between his brows. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke softly.

"Mr. Fu, you've been working too hard lately. You didn't look too well during the meeting just now."

I...I've learned a little massage, would you like me to massage your head?

It will make you feel better.

Fu Yibai glanced at her with some surprise.

Liu Yan's eyes were clear, filled with a sincere suggestion, without any ulterior motives.

He did feel a throbbing sensation in his temples; the continuous thinking and decision-making had taken a huge toll.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

He leaned back slightly and closed his eyes.

Liu Yan walked behind him and gently placed her hands on his temples.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but the pressure was just right, and she began to massage in a slow and steady rhythm.

The movements were a little awkward at first, but they quickly became more skilled, with the fingertips accurately pressing on several sore points.

Fu Yibai could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her, not a strong perfume, but more like a mixture of shampoo and body odor, fresh and natural.

As she gently pressed, the tense nerves seemed to really begin to relax, and the throbbing pain in my head gradually subsided.

"Is the pressure okay?"

Liu Yan asked in a low voice.

"Yes, that's perfect."

Fu Yibai gave a vague reply, his mind somewhat hazy.

A moment of relaxation after intense work can cause a wave of fatigue to wash over you.

Liu Yan noticed that his body was relaxing, so she massaged him even more gently.

She looked at the man's eyelashes, which appeared exceptionally clear with his eyes closed, his straight nose, and his jawline, which was even more defined because of his thinness.

This man, who once commanded the conference room and outlined a famous and vast business empire, now let down his guard and revealed a rare vulnerability.

A mixture of professional responsibility, secret admiration, and a woman's instinctive pity quietly welled up within her.

She bit her lip, as if she had made a decision.

Her fingers slowly moved upwards, gently combing through his slightly messy hair, and then she leaned forward slightly.

Fu Yibai suddenly felt a warm and elastic place sink into the back of his head.

He instantly regained his senses and realized that it was Liu Yan's chest.

Her heartbeat, steady and powerful, came through a layer of clothing and flesh, enveloping him with the warmth of her body heat.

This posture is too intimate, and even crosses the line for an assistant.

But Fu Yibai was too tired at the moment, and the warm and soft touch seemed to have a magical power, making him unable to resist immediately.

Liu Yan did not make any further moves, but simply maintained the position, gently massaging his scalp and forehead with both hands, her breathing steady, as if this was just a more effective "professional" action to relieve fatigue.

Silence filled the conference room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the barely audible breathing of the two people.

Fu Yibai did not open his eyes, nor did he move.

He allowed himself to rest for a moment in this brief, slightly enchanting tranquility.

The tension in my career seemed to be temporarily soothed by this gentle warmth.

A few minutes later, Fu Yibai raised his hand and gently patted Liu Yan's hand.

"Okay, that feels much better, thank you."

His voice returned to its usual steady tone.

Liu Yan immediately straightened up, took half a step back, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her face, but her voice remained professional.

"I hope you feel better."

Please have some fruit. I've had a light meal delivered from the restaurant downstairs; it should be here soon.

"Um."

Fu Yibai sat up straight and turned his gaze back to the documents on the table.

The beautiful moment just now seemed like it never happened.

After the massage, Liu Yan did not leave. She sat on the sofa not far away and quietly watched Fu Yibai.

As night deepened, the dazzling lights of Beijing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed distant and could not penetrate the brightly lit conference room.

Fu Yibai ate a few pieces of fruit, which made his stomach feel a little more at ease.

The light meal was served quickly; it consisted of light chicken congee and a few side dishes, served at just the right temperature.

Liu Yan quietly set out the meal, then stepped aside, showing no intention of leaving.

Fu Yibai drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, which dispelled some of his fatigue.

He didn't look up, but spoke as he flipped through the cost breakdown of the theater renovation, his voice unusually clear in the quiet room.

"Sit down, you don't have to stand."

Liu Yan sat down in the chair diagonally opposite him as instructed, her legs together and her hands folded on her knees. Her posture remained dignified, but her eyes unconsciously followed his every move as he ate and flipped through documents.

She discovered a unique charm in Fu Yibai.

He is so focused on his work that he is almost cold-blooded, as if the whole world is just a piece on his chessboard.

When you're exhausted and let your guard down, that moment of vulnerability is what really touches your heart.

She recalled the impulse she had when she submitted her resume, the inexplicable flutter in her heart when she saw him in person during the interview, and how she had been observing him closely over the past two weeks to see how he strategized and planned.

The initial admiration for "successful directors" has long since fermented into more complex and personal feelings.