Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 242, Section 240: Trouble

The black Audi A6 silently glided into the light of the Hilton Hotel's entrance hall, like a silent fish diving into deep water.

Gao Yuanyuan pushed open the car door, and the evening breeze, carrying the unique scent of a summer night in Beijing, a mixture of exhaust fumes and neon lights, rushed towards her, making her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from nervousness, feel a touch of coolness.

Walk through the hotel lobby and stand in the elevator.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and the mirror reflected Gao Yuanyuan's flushed face and flickering eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a white dress and with straight, neat hair. She still looked like a student, but what she was about to do went far beyond the scope of a student.

"Ding—" The elevator has arrived at the designated floor.

The soft carpet swallowed the sound of footsteps, and the corridor was so quiet that you could hear your own heart pounding like a drum.

Gao Yuanyuan stood in front of the heavy door marked with the room number, took a deep breath, as if she wanted to inhale all her courage into her lungs.

The air was filled with the hotel's signature fragrance, so strong that it made her feel a little dizzy.

Finally, she raised her slightly trembling hand and knocked on the door.

Almost immediately, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Wang Sheng stood at the door. He had changed out of the slightly formal shirt he wore at the banquet and was now only wearing a simple nightgown. His hair was slightly damp, as if he had just taken a shower, and he smelled of fresh shower gel.

He looked at her, his eyes deep and unreadable, and simply stepped aside, saying, "Come in."

As if bewitched, Gao Yuanyuan stepped inside.

The door behind me clicked shut, shutting out the outside world.

The living room lights in the suite were dimly lit, with only a floor lamp in the corner casting a warm glow that outlined the luxurious furniture.

Before she could say anything or even see the layout of the room, a force grabbed her arm, pulled her gently, and pressed her back against the cold door.

Immediately afterwards, shadows loomed over her, and Wang Sheng's breath drew near, his warm lips unexpectedly covering hers.

"Well……"

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes widened instantly, her mind going completely blank.

Is the progress... a bit too fast?
From their confession at the wrap party to this passionate kiss, it seems that too many steps have been omitted between them.

There was no confirmation, no probing, not even a decent conversation.

This is completely unlike any scene from any romance novel or movie she has ever read.

However, the body's reaction is far more honest than the mind's.

His kiss was not gentle; it carried an undeniable force and predatory quality as he pried open her teeth, penetrating deeply and entwining her.

The initial stiffness and helplessness quickly crumbled under the scorching temperature and strong guidance.

A shiver ran up from the base of my spine and quickly spread to my limbs and bones.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the fabric at his waist, her slender fingers turning white from the force.

My breathing became rapid, and my heart was beating so fast it felt like it was trying to break free from the confines of my chest.

A torrent of shame, panic, and indescribable excitement and throbbing surged within her, ultimately drowning out any faint rational doubts about it being "too fast."

In her dazed and confused state, she awkwardly and clumsily began to respond.

…(some words omitted here)
……

The next morning.

Gao Yuanyuan's biological clock caused her to slowly wake up around noon.

The heavy curtains blocked out most of the sunlight, with only a few rays seeping through the gaps at the edges, casting slanted beams of light into the dim room, where fine dust particles floated in the air.

The moment consciousness returned, the soreness in my body became clear.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar, luxurious ceiling and crystal chandelier.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, every detail of last night—those passionate kisses, scalding caresses, the intense touch… All the images and feelings instantly overwhelmed her thoughts, making her cheeks flush bright red, almost burning.

She instinctively reached out and touched the side—it was empty.

The person beside me is no longer here.

His fresh scent still lingered in the bedding, but the area was already cold.

Gao Yuanyuan propped herself up and sat up, the silky thin blanket slipping off her shoulders, bringing a touch of coolness.

She lowered her head...

Her face flushed even more, and she hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself, her heart pounding wildly once again. When...when did he leave?
Looking around, she realized she was all alone in the room.

An indescribable sense of loss and emptiness quietly crept into my heart.

She sat on the bed for a while before remembering to look for her phone.

Her handbag was on the bedside table. She took out her phone and turned on the screen—several missed call notifications popped up.

There were calls from Fan Xiaopang and his mother.

Gao Yuanyuan's heart tightened, and she called her mother back first.

The call was answered quickly, and her mother's concerned voice came through: "Yuanyuan? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Are you alright?"

"Mom, I'm fine." Gao Yuanyuan tried to make her voice sound calm and natural, even a little sleepy: "Filming wrapped up yesterday, and there was a banquet in the evening. I was too tired when I got back, so I put my phone on silent and slept too soundly. I didn't hear you."

"Oh, I see. It's good that you're alright. It's good that filming is finished. Take a good rest for a few days." The mother didn't suspect anything and gave a few more instructions on taking care of her health and eating on time.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Yuanyuan let out a soft breath, feeling a slight pang of guilt for lying to her mother without batting an eye.

But this sense of guilt was quickly overshadowed by memories of last night and the current situation.

She hesitated for a moment, then dialed Fan Xiaopang's number again.

The phone rang several times before being answered. The background noise was a bit loud, as if it were coming from an airport or an event.

"Hey! Yuanyuan! You finally called back!"

Fan Xiaopang's voice was still full of energy: "Where did you go last night? After I took a shower, I had my assistant buy a whole bunch of braised duck necks and soda, wanting to go to your room to watch the latest two episodes of 'The Legendary Twins' together, but I knocked on the door for ages and no one answered! I was so scared, I thought something had happened to you!"

Gao Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly explained, "I...I had something to do last night, so I went...went home. I was probably too tired and slept too soundly, so I didn't hear my phone ring."

I'd used this excuse on my mother before, but saying it again now only made me feel more guilty.

"You're home? Oh..." Fan Xiaopang seemed a little surprised, but didn't delve into it. Her attention was quickly drawn to something else: "Okay, okay, as long as you're safe. I'm at the Shanghai airport now, about to attend a brand event. There are so many reporters here, it's so annoying... I have to go now, I need to get ready, we'll talk later!"

Fan Xiaopang hung up the phone in a flurry.

Gao Yuanyuan held the phone, which was ringing with a busy tone, and fell silent once again.

After dealing with the two people most likely to ask probing questions, the room returned to silence.

That feeling of guilt and remorse resurfaced, but more than that, there was a bittersweet sense of bewilderment.

just now……

What exactly is her relationship with Wang Sheng?
Lover?

It doesn't seem so.

He made no promises to her, not even a clear definition of their relationship.

From last night until now, his behavior has been dominant and forceful, yet he has been reluctant to give her emotional reassurance.

Unspoken rules? Sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement?

The mention of these two words caused Gao Yuanyuan a pang of pain and resistance.

She likes him genuinely, not for resources or to climb the social ladder.

But to outsiders, how can one explain an actress who has just finished filming his movie appearing in his hotel room late at night and waking up alone the next morning?

Or perhaps it was just a casual affair between an adult man and a woman, based on mutual consent?

The thought of this possibility made Gao Yuanyuan even more confused.

She's not the type to take things lightly; once she's given herself to someone, she naturally longs for a defined relationship and future.

But the other party was Wang Sheng, the young tycoon who wielded immense power in the film and television industry, and the CEO Wang who was never short of outstanding women around him.

How will he view everything from last night? Was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing? Was it a "reward" for confessing his feelings to her? Or... does he also like her a little bit?
Countless questions swirled in her mind, but she couldn't find the answer to any of them.

She threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the soft, expensive carpet, walked to the French windows, and gently opened a crack in the door.

The blinding sunlight and the bustling world outside rushed in instantly, creating a stark contrast with the dim and quiet room.

Looking down at the pedestrians and vehicles below, which seemed as tiny as ants, she felt as if she were on a floating, unreal island.

Last night's events were like a dazzling yet absurd dream, but upon waking, the fog of reality only grew thicker.

What are they now, really?

This unanswered question, along with the lingering soreness in her body and the unsettling, sweet feeling in her heart, became the biggest worry lingering in Gao Yuanyuan's mind this morning.

(End of this chapter)