Hearing that there were still three groups left for filming in the afternoon, Yang Chuchuli laid on the sofa and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly. She touched her belly and said, "I’m so hungry. Can I get something to eat before filming?"

"Chuchu, you have already eaten one apple and three vegetables. You can’t eat anymore today!" The assistant nervously reminded her.

"Isn’t there still a piece of chicken breast?" Yang Chuchu immediately sat up straight and looked at her assistant with bright eyes. "Go heat it up for me. I’m really hungry. If I don’t eat something, I won’t be able to last the whole afternoon!"

The assistant smiled helplessly, "Chuchu, this lunch was set by you. Do you think it’s too little now?"

"Yeah, it’s too short. I’m going to starve myself to death. I don’t want to be the first female celebrity to faint from hunger on the set!" Yang Chuchu had a bitter expression on her face. She realized that being a celebrity was really too tiring. Strictly managing her own food wasn’t something a human could do.

Just as the assistant was about to go get her some food, the door to the lounge was pushed open. The person who walked in was Fang Yang.

Fang Yang held the fruit in his hand, as well as the fragrant roasted meat and food.

"Chuchu, have you eaten lunch?" Fang Yang came in and immediately asked his daughter in a soft voice when he saw her. His expression was even a bit cautious.

Yang Chuchu immediately sat up straight and looked at him indifferently, "Why are you here again?" Didn’t I tell you last time? I told you not to look for me when you had nothing to do, but this place is so far from the city, and it will only take you one day to go back and forth! "

Fang Yang laughed and shook his head: "It doesn’t matter. I don’t have anything else to do anyway, I’m so bored that I want to come over to see you. Is your work good?"

"Un, it’s alright!" Yang Chuchu looked at her father, who suddenly seemed to have aged a few years. She used to hate him so much that the roots of her teeth started to itch, but then somehow, her hatred towards him subsided. Now, he came over to give her food every day when he had nothing better to do.

"Chuchu, come and eat some. I’ve even made some soup for you. It’s too cold today, you have to warm up!" Fang Yang greeted her with a warm and caring expression.

After spending some time with Fang Yang, Yang Chuchu found out that Fang Yang could cook anything. Furthermore, the soup on the cooker was really tasty, even better than the ones cooked by the chef auntie invited at home.

"Weren’t you the distinguished deputy mayor? "How come you know all kinds of dishes?" Yang Chuchu couldn’t help but swallow her saliva as she looked at the barbecue. She really wanted to eat it.

Fang Yang froze for a moment, then replied with a dry smile: "I used to cook a lot at home, so I know a bit!"

When Yang Chuchu saw the self-deprecation that flashed across his face, she seemed to have guessed something. He definitely had no status in the Fang family.

Yang Chuchu walked over and took a bowl of chicken soup from him, blowing on it while she slowly drank.

Previously, she didn’t have the feeling of being able to repay her fatherly love, but now that she did, she felt that having her father to care and love her felt pretty good.

"How is it? Is it good? You said you were losing weight every day, but I didn’t even dare to add anything! " Fang Yang watched her drink, and asked her nervously.

"En, it tastes good!" Yang Chuchu nodded and drank a few more mouthfuls. In the end, she still took the roasted meat beside her and started eating.

Fang Yang saw that she was so hungry, so he reminded her with a frown: "Chuchu, look at you, you’re as thin as a telephone pole. Don’t think about losing weight anymore. Eat more everyday."

"No, when I was filming just now, the photographer told me to show my stomach. I have to control my appetite!" As Yang Chuchu spoke, she suddenly put down her chopsticks and stared at the bowl of chicken soup. She struggled to take two more sips before finally putting down the spoon. "I’ll drink again later!"

Fang Yang felt sorry for his daughter’s hard work. However, he couldn’t persuade her otherwise, so he could only worry on the side.

At this moment, a tall and handsome figure walked in from outside. It was Luo Jinyu.

When Fang Yang saw Luo Jinyu, a trace of unease flashed across his face. After all, he wanted to ask Luo Jinyu for help crazily, but he coldly rejected him.

Fang Yang knew he shouldn’t stay any longer. He turned around and warned Yang Chuchu, "Ask your assistant to heat it up for you later. Don’t get too tired. I’m going back first!"

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Yang Chuchu nodded. "Got it. Drive slower when you go back!"

Fang Yang was very happy in his heart because his daughter was worried about him. Right now, he didn’t have much to ask for, he just wanted to make up for his guilt towards his daughter. Luckily, his daughter wouldn’t refuse his concern.

"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment. Can we talk?" Luo Jinyu suddenly stopped him, but he didn’t call him uncle. Instead, he called him mister, as their relationship was originally complicated, so he could only call him that first.

Yang Chuchu blinked and looked at Luo Jinyu. Luo Jinyu turned around and glanced at her.

Fang Yang actually wanted to chat with Luo Jinyu as well. He wanted to apologize to him since he was blinded by the benefits of power and was disrespectful to Luo Jinyu.

As the two of them walked out, they saw an endless sandbar with a terrace beside it. It was the place where pedestrians stopped to look at the sea.

A cold wind blew in from the distant sea, carrying moisture with it as if the cold had sunk deep into one’s bones.

Luo Jinyu and Fang Yang felt the coldness and heartlessness of nature as they walked among them.

The wind rustled Luo Jinyu’s coat. He turned his head around, and his short hair looked a lot more messy.

"Mr. Fang, I’m heartless when it comes to the past. I hope you don’t take it to heart!" Luo Jinyu was the first to apologize to him. After all, Luo Jinyu didn’t agree to help him as it involved the restriction of status and position.

Fang Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, I’m the one who should apologize. I shouldn’t have brought up such unreasonable conditions. I can see that you are very nice to Chuchu. I’m really grateful to you."

"You don’t have to thank me. I love her, so I will naturally treat her well!" Luo Jinyu answered in a low voice.

Fang Yang turned his head and looked at the endless sea, sighing, "Before, I did not accept fate, but now I admit it, there might really be a cause and effect in this world, my two daughters both liked you, and for you, I became enemies with them. As a father, I see it in my heart, and I don’t know how to help them, but now, I understand, feelings can’t be avoided, you and Chuchu are a couple, Kexin must learn to accept fate!"

Luo Jinyu frowned and followed him towards the sea: "It’s already hard to explain everything about relationships. Fate is very strange!"

"Mr. Lo, I hope you take good care of Chuchu, she has suffered too much." Mr. Lo, I hope you take good care of Chuchu, she has suffered too much, she too many hardships. Fang Yang pleaded with him softly.

"I know, I will take good care of her, don’t worry!" Luo Jinyu muttered, as if he was making an oath to this untraceable sea.

Fang Yang turned around and left without any hesitation. Luo Jinyu turned back to look at him. He was once a 7-foot man, but now his spirit had been sapped away by life. Like all the fathers in the world, what he emitted was not hostility towards life, but gentleness.

Luo Jinyu decided to walk towards the temporary studio. The moment he turned around, he saw a figure ru

ing towards him from the distance.

His eyes glazed over slightly as he quickly walked towards her with his long legs.

"Is he gone?" Yang Chuchu ran to him and asked.

"Yes, you’ve already left. Why are you coming out with so little clothes on? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?" While Luo Jinyu was speaking, he had already taken off his jacket, wrapped it around her, and hugged her tightly.

"I’ve worn enough. Don’t give me your clothes, aren’t you cold yourself?" Yang Chuchu immediately struggled to return the clothes to him.

"I won’t allow it, you can wear it!" The man hugged her tightly, not allowing her to take off her clothes.

"I didn’t expect you to really come here. I thought you were lying to me!" Yang Chuchu raised her head and asked with a smile.

"When have I ever made a slip of the tongue?" Luo Jinyu pointed at her red nose gently and said, "It’s so cold, and you even agreed to come out to shoot an external scene. I think you must have gone crazy from thinking about money!"

"There’s nothing I can do. I signed the contract three months ago, and they wanted to bid on the winter budget. What else can I do?" Yang Chuchu shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

"You’re not allowed to take up the next job!" Luo Jinyu warned him sternly.

"Sure, if I don’t have any money, I’ll ask you!" Yang Chuchu buried her face in his embrace, smiling like a sly little fox.

"Whatever I have, I’ll give it to you!" Luo Jinyu looked at her lovingly, then kissed her cold forehead with his thin lips.