China Entertainment’s rescue plan is hard to come by

Chapter 946 Standing and talking without back pain

To be honest, Liu Yifei isn't the kind of woman who really emphasizes a sense of ritual. On the contrary, what she cares about is that the two of them are in each other's hearts, care about each other, and cherish each other.

This is true when you're dating, and it's even more true after you get married.

However, on the other hand, no woman would refuse a romantic sense of ritual.

On May 520th, China's "traditional" online Valentine's Day, Liu Yifei thought of this day, but seeing that Sun Yi didn't take any special action, she only thought about it briefly and then let it pass without mentioning it.

On May 521st, she originally planned to take her assistant Zhang Xin on a shopping spree.

For the first few days of this trip to France, I was busy attending various parties and gatherings, or being invited to various screenings. I didn't have time to do any shopping properly, which is really unfair to myself.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Xin, that wretched girl, whether it was due to the change in environment or lack of rest, suddenly started having stomach pains while she was enjoying her shopping trip.

It's the kind of pain a woman experiences.

Liu Yifei is not the kind of person who is indifferent to her assistant. She went straight home and took Zhang Xin back to the hotel to rest.

Shopping can happen anytime, but your health is the most important thing.

This little mishap caused Liu Yifei to return to the hotel two hours earlier than planned, just in time to run into Sun Yi's little surprise that he hadn't finished preparing.

"Wait, why are you back so early?"

When Sun Yi saw Liu Tianxian suddenly appear at the door of the hotel suite, he was completely stunned and didn't know where to hide the things in his hands.

Compared to Sun Yi, Liu Yifei was actually quite surprised as well.

She never expected Sun Yi to pull something like this on her.

"What's with that expression? Is it really necessary to be so surprised? Or do you have some shady business to hide?" Liu Yifei walked into the room with her hands behind her back, glancing at the various "little surprises" Sun Yi had prepared as she went.

While she didn't forget to tease him, she was secretly delighted.

I must say, they've prepared quite well: flowers, candles, cake, champagne, and all sorts of ingredients. It's clear they're planning a candlelight dinner.

"Stop it, what shady business is this? It sounds awful."

Since he'd been caught red-handed, Sun Yi decided to be honest, his tone tinged with a hint of dejection, "It's Valentine's Day, so I was thinking of giving you a little surprise. But you came back early, so the surprise has to be a bit less."

"Discount? Not at all." Liu Yifei approached, took the flowers from Sun Yi's hand, gently smelled them, and said with a happy expression, "To me, you're always perfect!"

The evenings in Cannes are truly beautiful; the sky is like orange velvet, and the sea is a vibrant orange-red.

The two sat facing each other on the private terrace of the hotel suite, the Mediterranean breeze gently caressing them, with the faint sounds of ship horns and the rustling of palm trees in the distance.

The terrace was meticulously decorated. A small round table covered with a snow-white tablecloth sat in the center, and an exquisite silver candlestick was lit, with three long white candles flickering with a warm glow, illuminating the neatly arranged, gleaming cutlery and the champagne bottle tilted in the ice bucket. The air was filled with the rich aroma of grilled cod, mingled with the delicate fragrance of the pink roses on the table.

Sun Yi had just bent down to light the last candle on the candlestick when he straightened up, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then tenderly turned his gaze to his wife across the table.

During the time Sun Yi was "preparing," Liu Yifei changed into a new outfit: a dusty pink halter dress. The silk fabric clung to her graceful figure, shimmering like pearls in the candlelight. Her long hair was loosely tied up, revealing her slender and delicate neck, and a wisp of catfish whisker bangs gently swayed on her forehead, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

While I never consciously strive for a sense of ritual, having one always brings joy.

"Tell me, why did you suddenly do this little surprise?" Liu Yifei asked, pursing her lips. She wanted to see what Sun Yi was thinking.

"How can you call this sudden? I planned this all along," Sun Yi replied with a smile, then counted on his fingers with a pained expression, "Honey, look at this! You accompanied me to Cannes, attended cocktail parties with me, acted as my translator, and even went to gatherings to maintain my network from time to time."

“I’ve seen all of these things, one by one. If I don’t take the initiative to show my support, what would I be?”

"So you knew," Liu Yifei pouted slightly and scoffed. "At least you still have some conscience~"

To be fair, Liu Yifei really did support Sun Yi throughout her trip to Cannes. She didn't have any entries or awards, and even if she needed exposure, with her current fame and status, she could have simply attended a red carpet event and an awards ceremony; there was absolutely no need for her to be so busy.

Hearing Sun Yi say this now, he must be happy.

However, another question came to mind, and she asked softly, "Then why not yesterday? 520?"

"Ah, this... I've prepared for May 521st."

Sun Yi didn't expect the little girl to be interested in this. To be honest, there was a little secret behind it, but it couldn't be brought up easily, or it might get "hit".

After a moment's thought, his eyes lit up, and he immediately began to explain in a serious tone: "Honey, look, 520 and 521, although they both sound like 'I love you,' the feelings they express are different, yes, different."

"Then tell me, how is it different?" Liu Yifei smiled, her eyebrows arched, and rested her chin on her hands, looking like she wanted to see what was going on.

She was all too familiar with her husband's little tricks, and if nothing unexpected happened, she would start to offer a reasonable (and nonsensical) explanation.

She was now calmly watching Sun Yi, waiting to see how he would manage to smooth things over.

You underestimated me!

Noticing the girl's amused gaze, Sun Yi cleared his throat, raised his hand, and explained in a serious tone:
“Honey, look, in 520, there’s the number '0'. The number '0' itself represents completeness and the starting point, so it should be interpreted as the ‘beginning of love’ and ‘a perfect love story’. In layman’s terms, it’s suitable for confessing your love.”

"The number '1' in 521 signifies uniqueness and exclusivity, expressing the sentiment of 'one and only for you in this life' and 'devoted to you,' emphasizing a sense of 'exclusivity.'"

"It's obvious you're my one and only, so spending May 521st together is the perfect match." Ha, just as I thought.
Liu Yifei squinted her eyes slightly, bit her pink lips gently, and nodded slowly.

I have to admit, my husband's mouth is truly unbeatable. He can turn black into white, and most importantly, it actually makes sense to people.

If she hadn't known Sun Yi so well, she might have actually believed it.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"to be honest!!"

"Uh, I was so busy yesterday I forgot!"

"Hmph~" Liu Yifei wrinkled her nose slightly. She knew there must be something going on here.

Someone must have a guilty conscience.

"Wife, you need to look at the results of some things. The process isn't actually that important." Sun Yi said with a forced smile, picking up a wine glass as he spoke. He then said in a serious tone, "Today, let this technician specially prepare a drink for the esteemed Miss Liu as an apology."

technician?
Pfft. Giggle~
Liu Yifei couldn't hold back her laughter after all.

Seeing Liu Yifei happy, Sun Yi felt relieved. After all, she was his own angel, never pretentious and always easy to coax.

Sun Yi started mixing the champagne, but when he opened it, he suddenly realized he had forgotten one ingredient.

"Sorry, there's still one thing missing, honey, wait for me."

After saying that, he got up and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Watching Sun Yi's hurried figure, Liu Yifei's lips curled up even higher. After Sun Yi turned into the kitchen and disappeared, she quickly took out her phone and snapped photos of the candlelight dinner in front of her from various angles and under various lighting conditions.

Sun Yi took out a fresh mango he had prepared in advance from the refrigerator, skillfully peeled off the flesh, cut it into even small pieces, placed them on a fruit plate, and then quickly returned.

Without paying attention to anything else, I immediately and carefully laid the chopped mango pieces at the bottom of the chilled champagne glass, then slowly poured in clear sparkling wine. The layers of champagne and sparkling wine, combined with the orange-yellow fruit, looked exceptionally tempting.

When he picked up the cup to hand it over, he suddenly noticed that the girl, who had just been laughing heartily, now had a gloomy expression on her face and was clutching her phone.

"What happened? It was fine just now."

"Look! Look at what I'm saying!" Liu Yifei was so angry that she almost shoved her phone screen into Sun Yi's face.

On the screen was a compilation by domestic media of Director Chen's remarks on the so-called "player and referee" power dynamic.

To be honest, Liu Yifei was in a pretty good mood tonight. At this moment, in this place, on this very meaningful day, "521", she was accompanied by her husband.

I was just thinking of taking some nice photos, posting them on Weibo, and showing off my love, but I didn't expect to see it trending on Weibo in China.

My good mood vanished instantly.

"Oh, I thought it was something else."

Sun Yi read the entire post but didn't say anything. To be honest, he felt that this was less important than the girl being angry.

"What?! Aren't you angry? He's clearly belittling you!" Liu Yifei was even more furious at his nonchalant attitude.

Sun Yi chuckled, then stood up and, like a waiter, handed the wine glass to Liu Yifei again, his tone coaxing: "Alright, today is 521, does it matter what others say? Try it, this is a gift specially prepared for you, I even learned it!"

Liu Yifei was furious and refused to accept the answer. Looking at Sun Yi's expression, she suddenly felt a sense of disappointment and frustration. She reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, wanting him to face the problem.

Sun Yi was prepared and dodged with a flick of his wrist, but his other hand took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace and bringing the wine glass to her lips without saying a word.

Sometimes, if you can't coax them, you have to use force; you have to be able to switch between methods freely.

"Well"

The cool liquor mixed with the sweet aroma of mango instantly filled her mouth. Liu Yifei swallowed subconsciously, and the anger she felt because of the stranger was strangely soothed by the familiar taste and the warmth of her embrace.

When she came to her senses, she saw herself in Sun Yi's arms in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window next to her, with a little bit of fruit crumbs still on the corner of her mouth. The smile on her lips was clearly upturned, and she didn't look angry at all.
"How about it? Not bad, right? Let's just live our own lives and not care what others say. Let them say whatever they want. We'll see who gets proven wrong later."

She thought for a moment, then finally nodded, muttering softly in a deflated tone, "But... I just can't stand hearing people say those things about you."

"Of course I know." Sun Yi reached out and rubbed Liu Yifei's head, his voice low and gentle: "But people can say whatever they want, we can't control them. Doing our own thing is better than anything else."

Seeing that Liu Yifei had finally stopped pouting, he was finally relieved, but a hint of seriousness still flashed in his eyes.

Frankly speaking, Sun Yi knows better than anyone else that Director Chen's remarks may be laughable, or simply a knee-jerk reaction, but the reality he expressed is incredibly cruel—the voice of Chinese-language films on the international stage is indeed weak.

Especially at Cannes this year, after several rounds of intensive, even intense, internal discussions within the jury, he could clearly feel that the situation for "A Touch of Sin" to break through in the main competition, which was full of strong competitors and had distinct aesthetic preferences, was far more severe than domestic netizens imagined.

The sense of powerlessness of fighting alone and struggling to find common ground amidst cultural differences and aesthetic barriers can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it firsthand.

People who speak from a distance certainly don't have to worry about the pain.

(End of this chapter)