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

Chapter 483 Returning Home

September 13th, 9 PM Beijing time.

The international arrivals hall at Beijing Capital International Airport was already congested from the morning.

Media reporters set up three layers of cameras and microphones behind the cordon, while fans held up banners and light sticks and crowded both sides of the arrival area.

Airport security temporarily deployed two additional teams, and the guardrails extended from the arrival gate all the way to the parking lot elevator entrance.

Zhang Xinyu flew back to Beijing a day early and personally coordinated the airport pick-up plan with airport security.

Fu Yibai's eight bodyguards arrived an hour early.

After the plane landed, Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin exited through the VIP channel under the guidance of the first-class flight attendants.

Zhang Xinyu was already waiting at the exit of the passage.

"Mr. Fu, there are a lot of people outside, probably close to a thousand."

CCTV Movie Channel and Sina Entertainment were both present, with over a dozen live broadcast cameras.

I've already arranged for people to clear the way, but we'd better hurry.

"Walk."

Fu Yibai handed the Golden Lion Trophy to one of the bodyguards, while Fan Binbin carried the Volpi Cup himself. The moment Zhang Xinyu pushed open the passageway door, the noise from outside seemed to press down on her like a wall.

"Director Fu! Director Fu! Look this way!"

"Binbin! Binbin, I love you!"

"With Director Fu's expedition, not a blade of grass will remain!"

The shutter sounds were so frequent that there was no discernible interval, and the flashes overshadowed the incandescent lights in the arrival hall.

The light boards held by fans read "Golden Lion Crowned," "Venice Double Crown," "Director Fu, China's Pride," and "Husband!!!"

Eight bodyguards surrounded the two men, with four pushing through the crowd in front and four blocking the reporters who kept pushing forward from behind.

Zhang Xinyu walked at the front, carrying a bag in one hand and pointing the way with the other.

"Director Fu! Say a few words!"

"Binbin! How does the Venice Film Festival Best Actress winner feel?"

Fu Yibai stopped and nodded toward the nearest live stream camera.

Thank you for your support.

I will be holding a press conference and fan meeting at Chenxi in a few days.

Everyone, please go home now so as not to disrupt airport operations.

With just a few simple words, the screams around them rose another notch.

The journey from the arrival gate to the parking lot elevator, which usually takes two minutes, took almost twenty minutes today.

The moment the elevator doors closed, ninety percent of the noise outside was cut off, and Fan Binbin leaned against the elevator wall and let out a long sigh.

The elevator went down to B2, where three cars were already parked in the parking lot.

Zhang Xinyu opened the door of the middle black van, and Fu Yibai helped Fan Binbin into the car.

The bodyguards rode in two SUVs, one in front and one behind, and the three vehicles drove out of the parking lot one after another, merging into the traffic on the airport expressway.

As soon as the car entered the highway, Fu Yibai's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and glanced at the screen; it was Li Hui.

"Hello, Mom."

"Have you gotten off the plane yet?"

"I got off, I'm in the car, and I'm walking back."

"That's good."

Li Hui's voice was mixed with the sound of a baby crying, not the kind of heart-wrenching wailing, but rather intermittent whimpers, which was unmistakably Fu Jingchen's voice.

"Jingchen started fussing in the morning. He wouldn't drink formula, and the nanny couldn't hold him. He would cry until he was tired and then fall asleep, only to start crying again when he woke up."

Zhao Ning was obedient, but she also hummed along with her younger brother a couple of times.

The two little ones probably know you're coming back and they miss you.

Fu Jingchen's crying suddenly intensified on the other end of the phone, followed by the faint sound of Liu Yan's voice.

"Mom, let me do it."

As Fu Yibai listened to the voice on the phone, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

"I'll go back right away."

"Okay, you guys come over here quickly."

Rongrong and Yanyan are also thinking about you.

Fu Yibai hung up the phone and leaned back in his seat.

Fan Binbin turned her head to look at him, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Jingchen is causing trouble again?"

"Hmm, I don't know who he looks like."

Do you think our child might be a little devil too?

"It's possible. You have such a bad temper, what if he takes after you?"

"Who are you calling bad-tempered?"

Fan Binbin turned to the side, her right hand already covering Fu Yibai's ear.

"Look, look."

"Um?"

"Hahaha, I have a bad temper, I have a bad temper."

Fu Yibai chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Fan Binbin on the cheek.

"Ugh, don't smudge my makeup with your kisses."

"Even with the flowers in hand, she's still so beautiful."

"Glib-tongued."

The car turned from the airport expressway onto the Fifth Ring Road and drove towards Changping.

Fan Binbin leaned on Fu Yibai's shoulder, closing his eyes to rest.

Forty minutes later, the car turned into the private driveway of the postpartum care center in Changping.

The camphor trees blocked most of the sunlight, and the surface of Moon Lake shimmered and reflected the light through the shadows of the trees.

Upon seeing the license plate, the security personnel saluted, and the barrier slowly rose.

The nanny van came to a stop in front of the postpartum care center.

Fu Yibai opened the car door, and the warm afternoon breeze of September, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus and the moisture of the lake, rushed towards him, a completely different scent from the salty sea breeze of Venice.

Zhang Xinyu opened the trunk to get her luggage, while Fan Binbin, carrying a Volpi cup, followed Fu Yibai into the villa.

Inside the villa, Liu Yan sat on the sofa, holding Fu Jingchen, who was wailing loudly, in her arms.

The little guy clenched his fists, his face turned bright red, and tears welled up in his eyelashes.

Liu Yan patted his back gently as she paced back and forth, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

Yang Rong leaned back on the sofa on the other side, holding Fu Zhaoning in her arms.

Zhao Ning, on the other hand, was quiet, looking around with her big, dark eyes, but her little mouth was slightly pursed, as if she might join her brother's chorus at any moment.

Li Hui stood beside the dining table, holding a half-warmed bottle of milk powder in her hand, her expression both anxious and helpless.

Fu Jianlin sat on a single sofa in the corner, holding a rattle drum in his hand, but the toy was obviously useless in front of the two-month-old baby.