Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Early the next morning.

A paparazzi diary titled "My Night with a Top Star" completely stunned the entire internet.

The article, written in the first person, details how the author followed Fang Yu from Beijing all the way to Changsha.

And how did he manage to conjure up a whole drama of romance—"Fang Yu secretly meeting a mysterious young woman behind Liu Yifei's back"—all thanks to his professional intuition?

The final result was that...

That "mysterious little flower"... is Hua Yu.

When I saw this in the comments section, some people had already started laughing.

But what really made netizens laugh until they were breathless was the second half.

The author's tearful accusation.

After Fang Yu caught him and his partner in the act, they were neither threatened nor received a lawyer's letter.

Instead, Fang Yu stopped him on the spot and gave him a serious "post-processing lesson on celebrity photos".

The core content can be summed up in eight words:

Skin smoothing, face slimming, and eye enlargement all maxed out!

The article also included two pictures at the end.

A taxi receipt.

A bizarre group photo of three people crammed into the back seat of a taxi.

The last line of the article is the author's tearful accusation.

"I've been a paparazzi for seven years, and this is the first time I've seen a celebrity like this!"

"This is also the first time I've split the taxi fare with my paparazzi!"

The comments section went wild immediately.

[Hahaha! This is the best comedy of the year; I suggest turning it into a movie right away!]

[When others catch paparazzi: Delete the photos, get lost. When Fang Yu catches paparazzi: Get in the car, we'll split the bill.]

What does it mean to have a broad perspective? This is what it means to have a broad perspective! Getting paparazzi to Photoshop your pictures and then dragging them into it to save money!

Now I finally understand why Fang Yu is so popular. This guy's mental state is at least ten years ahead of the entire Chinese entertainment industry!

……

Night falls.

Chaoyang District, Beijing, East Fourth Ring Road.

In Liu Yifei's spacious and bright living room.

Fang Yu sprawled out on the sofa without any regard for his image.

Clutching a pillow in his arms, he tilted his head and looked at Liu Yifei, who was peeling an orange beside him.

"I said, 'Fairy Sister.'"

"Are you so bored you're practically growing mushrooms?"

Liu Yifei didn't even lift her eyelids.

"What's wrong?"

"Logically speaking, shouldn't a top-tier national star like you be constantly traveling and working?"

Fang Yu counted on his fingers.

"Running to three commercial events a day, sleeping only three hours, going straight to the set after landing, and having makeup that doesn't flake off for 24 hours straight—that's what you call the standard for a top female star, right?"

Liu Yifei popped a segment of orange into her mouth and glanced at him sideways.

"Aren't you tired of seeing me hanging around in front of you every day?"

"That's impossible."

Fang Yu slid out and immediately moved closer to her.

"I could look at it for a lifetime and still not have enough."

"I'm just genuinely puzzled."

He stroked his chin and began to analyze the situation with feigned expertise.

"Did you offend one of the higher-ups at Huace?"

"Or... are you past your prime?"

"Has the title of 'National Goddess' been snatched away by some post-2000s actress?"

Liu Yifei didn't even bother to roll her eyes.

If this man doesn't make sarcastic remarks to her one day, she probably won't be able to swallow her food.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Fang Yu continued talking to himself.

"That doesn't make sense... Your popularity is currently at its peak."

He suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I understand!"

"You've definitely been sidelined!"

Liu Yifei finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She grabbed a piece of orange peel and threw it directly at Fang Yu's face.

Fang Yu raised his hand and caught it steadily.

"Just trying to liven up the family atmosphere."

He chuckled and placed the orange peel on the coffee table.

"Honestly, why haven't I seen Sister Hong giving you any gigs or acting roles lately?"

Liu Yifei took out a wet wipe and wiped her fingertips, her tone unusually nonchalant.

"I rejected a few notebooks, but I didn't like any of them."

This wasn't just to fool Fang Yu.

Since returning from Mohe, the S+ level scripts that Sister Hong received have piled up enough to almost build half a wall.

Historical romance, urban romance, period drama.

They have all kinds of types.

But Liu Yifei looked at it over and over again.

No matter how you look at it, it just doesn't feel right.

Either the plot is ridiculously unrealistic, or the female lead's character is so fake it's like plastic.

But the most troublesome thing is not these.

Instead, every script contains long stretches of emotional scenes.

Sister Hong had actually already shielded her from one round of attacks.

Those scenes that were too explicit or involved too much hugging and kissing were basically cut out.

Even in the remaining notebooks...

As long as there are scenes of deep eye contact, ambiguous confessions, or couples creating sweet moments.

Liu Yifei felt awkward looking at it.

In the past, acting was just her job; she was indifferent to who her co-stars were or how the script was written.

But things are different now.

The thought of having to act all lovey-dovey with another man in front of the camera is unbearable.

Fang Yu's smug face would automatically pop into her mind.

Then, the whole person twisted from head to toe.

She would never dare to utter a single word of this secret thought to Sister Hong.

There was absolutely no way that this smug, arrogant man in front of her would notice.

Otherwise, he would be so arrogant.

Therefore, she could only use "the script is bad" as a universal shield.

They pushed them out one by one.

Fang Yu glanced at her shifty eyes and understood her perfectly.

He could guess almost perfectly well what Liu Yifei was up to with his toes.

After all.

Her appearance did, in a sense, add a layer of concern to her acting career.

A pang of guilt inevitably crossed Fang Yu's mind.

But as soon as the words were on the tip of her tongue, they immediately became a different version.

"If there's no suitable one, then we won't take the picture."

He waved his hand dismissively, his tone quite arrogant.

"It's good to stay home and rest."

"At worst, I'll take care of you from now on!"

This classic line is extremely powerful.

Liu Yifei's ears immediately turned red.

"Pooh!"

"Who cares if you raise it!"

Fang Yu deliberately widened his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you looking down on the financial resources of us new singers?"

"I'm now the king of all platforms, a man who can make money with over a dozen hit songs at the same time!"

"I could easily afford to support a washed-up celestial beauty like you!"

"Fang Yu!!"

Liu Yifei was completely amused by him.

next second.

She pounced on him and grabbed Fang Yu's soft waist.

360 degrees, rotating without any blind spots.

"Aww!"

Fang Yu let out a miserable scream.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Spare me, heroine!"

"Who's washed up?"

Who has been sidelined?

"Say it again!"

"I was wrong!"

"Too late!"

The two rolled around on the large sofa.

Just then.

Fang Yu's phone, which he had tossed on the coffee table, suddenly started buzzing.

He held down Liu Yifei, who was still flailing her arms, with one hand.

He reached out with his other hand, grabbed the phone, and glanced at it.

The incoming call display on the screen caused both of them to stop moving at the same time.

Three words.

Chen Daoming.