Chapter 0358: Blooming Elsewhere

Yu Feihong was not the type to indulge in sentimental melancholy, but that didn't mean she couldn't read people. As an artistic young woman at heart, she could clearly discern whether someone harbored goodwill or malice toward her.

In her eyes, Zhao Fusheng embodied two completely different temperaments: youthful vigor and mature caution.

In Yu Feihong's understanding, a boy sitting on the playground strumming his beloved guitar, with a girl who admired him whispering softly nearby—that was what beautiful college campus romance should look like.

But from Zhao Fusheng's mouth, she heard none of that. What he occasionally brought up was not what she had imagined.

Though the seasonal clock had pointed to spring, this was the north. Frost seemed to have some emotional attachment to people, refusing to leave no matter how hard one tried. It would probably be April before the snow on both sides of the road melted.

"I won't go in, sis."

Seeing Yu Feihong to the door, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Alright, take care on your way back." Yu Feihong nodded. Though it was winter, her demeanor felt like a spring breeze.

"No worries, I know the way well." Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Get some rest early."

Yu Feihong chuckled. "Got it. I wonder which of us is the older one."

"You are, you are." Zhao Fusheng laughed and turned toward the dormitory.

He had no designs on Yu Feihong. This woman was not someone he could afford to provoke at his current stage. Though honestly, the moment he saw Yu Feihong, Zhao Fusheng felt truly dazzled.

From a certain perspective, no one could dislike a woman like Yu Feihong.

But he also knew clearly that such a woman was not something an ordinary man could possess.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Yu Feihong laughed out loud. This young man was truly interesting.

For the two of them, today's meal had been very intriguing.

Or rather, it was the first encounter between two equally rational people. Though nothing happened, they had left a deep impression on each other's hearts.

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"Good morning, Sister Fei."

"Good morning. Hang on, let me wash my face."

Early the next morning, Zhao Fusheng had Tan Kaixuan take attendance for him and appeared again at the villa's entrance.

Yu Feihong opened the door with a bare face, completely at ease. She greeted Zhao Fusheng and turned to wash up.

Shrugging, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but marvel: this woman was perhaps born to be a goddess. Even without makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Soon, Yu Feihong finished washing and came out to say to Zhao Fusheng, "Let's not eat out. I see there's stuff in the fridge. I'll make something, okay?"

Ah?

Zhao Fusheng blinked, feeling an inexplicable flutter of excitement. This was the cooking of the woman known in the industry as Brother Fei. He had been her fan in his past life—was heaven repaying him now?

"What, you don't trust me?" Yu Feihong said with a smile.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat out, but in the past two years, she had appeared frequently on screen. Strictly speaking, she had acted in quite a few productions and was fairly recognizable, so she generally preferred not to dine out.

"No, no. I was just thinking if I should find a camera or something to take a picture." Zhao Fusheng teased.

At this time, Yu Feihong had just turned twenty-nine, seven years younger than him, and still in the mood for casual chat. If the age gap had been more than ten years, she probably wouldn't have even glanced at him.

The reason was simple: they wouldn't be of the same generation, so naturally there would be nothing to talk about.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Yu Feihong smiled, walked into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and started cooking.

Zhao Fusheng sat in the living room, watching quietly. Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on her face, as if radiating a glow that stirred his heart.

Soon, breakfast was served. Yu Feihong said with a smile, "I made something simple. Just make do."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Better than what I make myself."

"Then have a taste." Yu Feihong smiled.

Zhao Fusheng sat down and began to eat.

Yu Feihong also served herself a bowl of porridge and started eating.

Neither was particularly talkative. They ate in silence. Zhao Fusheng had to admit that Yu Feihong's cooking was really good—he ended up having two bowls of porridge.

"Sister Fei, your cooking is excellent." Zhao Fusheng wiped his mouth after eating.

Yu Feihong laughed. "Consider this meal my thanks for your story."

Zhao Fusheng blinked, catching her meaning. He raised an eyebrow. "Sister Fei, are you leaving?"

Yu Feihong nodded. "I plan to go back and prepare. First, I'll start research, then consider the project and filming. Like you said, this might not be suitable for a feature film—only a documentary. But even so, I want to make it."

Her words carried a firm resolve.

Zhao Fusheng naturally knew what kind of person she was. In his past life, to make a film called Love in Eternity, she had toiled for a full ten years, learning screenwriting, cinematography, directing, and other specialized skills, transforming from a beautiful actress into a talented female director.

When someone like that set her mind on something, she would naturally strive for perfection.

"Good, I wish you success." Zhao Fusheng looked at Yu Feihong and smiled.

Yu Feihong nodded. "There's definitely no script fee, so consider this breakfast my payment to you."

Tilting her head, she glanced at Zhao Fusheng, thought for a moment, and smiled. "If you ever come to Beijing, I'll cook something nice for you."

"Mm." Zhao Fusheng nodded subconsciously, agreeing, but then froze, staring at Yu Feihong in surprise.

He hadn't expected Yu Feihong to invite him to her home.

After all, she was famously low-key. Her invitation meant at least that she acknowledged him as a friend.

"What, scared?" Yu Feihong smiled, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He was genuinely taken aback.

Yu Feihong shrugged. "Last night, why didn't you try to come in and sit for a while?"

After all, she had had a few drinks, the night was long, and they were alone—a man and a woman. And she seemed to have a good impression of Zhao Fusheng. Yet he had done nothing, just said a few words and left.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then smiled calmly. "I'm not suitable for you, Sister Fei."

He paused and repeated, "At least, not the us right now."

Yu Feihong said nothing, just smiled. She felt she hadn't misjudged this young man, and Jiang Wen hadn't been wrong either. Zhao Fusheng was indeed an ambitious man.