redvbooks Chapter 464 Zhang Ziyi's Envy, Jealousy and Hatred
Chapter 464 Zhang Ziyi's Envy, Jealousy and Hatred
"Binbin!"
A female reporter squeezed to the front row when security wasn't looking and held a recording pen in front of Fan Binbin.
"How do you feel about your first Oscar nomination for Best Actress? Are you confident of winning?"
Fan Binbin wore a dark blue knee-length coat today, with her hair simply tied back and her makeup very light.
She smiled slightly at the camera, a smile that was dignified and humble, completely different from her usual bright and flamboyant demeanor on the red carpet.
"To be honest, I still haven't fully realized it."
She glanced at Fu Yibai.
"Being nominated is already a pleasant surprise."
For me, being able to act in "Interstellar" was the greatest stroke of luck.
Do you think you have a chance to win the award?
Fan Binbin shook his head, his tone sincere.
"The actresses nominated this year are all seniors and colleagues I greatly admire."
I can't guarantee that I can win the award from them.
Even if I don't get the chance this time, I will continue to work hard and hone my acting skills.
I believe she will definitely have the opportunity to win Best Actress in the future.
Her answer was watertight, and she maintained a humble attitude, showing no arrogance or complacency despite being nominated.
Several reporters nearby nodded in agreement after hearing this.
"Director Fu, what are the chances of Binbin winning the award?"
Someone turned the microphone towards Fu Yibai.
Fu Yibai glanced at Fan Binbin, then turned back to the camera.
"To me, she is already the best leading lady this year."
The rest is up to the judges to decide.
The shutter clicked again.
"Alright, it's time to board."
Fu Yibai waved to the reporters and led Fan Binbin toward the VIP passage.
The reporters behind him chased after him for a few more steps, but gradually dispersed after being completely stopped by security.
During the dozen or so hours that Fu Yibai and her companions were on their flight to Los Angeles, the reporters had already published their interviews online.
The hashtag #FuYiBaiAimsForOscars# trended at number one on the hot search list an hour after Fu YiBai boarded the plane.
The most liked comment in the top row is "From the Golden Bear to the Palme d'Or to the Oscar, Director Fu's life is like a thrilling novel," which has over 100,000 likes.
Some busybodies zoomed in on the photos of Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin at the airport, analyzing the distance between them and their eye contact, and confidently asserted that "there's definitely something going on between these two."
The comment section of this Weibo post was much more lively than that of regular news, with some people criticizing the blogger for spreading rumors and others saying, "I knew it a long time ago."
In the living room of a luxury apartment on Beijing's East Third Ring Road, Zhang Ziyi leaned back on the sofa, holding her phone with a Sina Entertainment news push notification on the screen.
She had just finished yoga, her hair still wet and clinging to her forehead, her makeup completely removed, revealing a well-maintained but no longer youthful face.
The phone showed a photo of Fan Binbin being held in Fu Yibai's arms.
"On what grounds?"
Her voice was so soft that the assistant standing next to the coffee table tidying up the yoga mats almost didn't hear it.
"Sister Ziyi?"
The assistant cautiously raised her head, but when she saw the expression on Zhang Ziyi's face, she swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Zhang Ziyi ignored her.
She continued scrolling down and saw netizens commenting that Fan Binbin was the number one Asian female star.
Anger surged into my mind instantly.
She threw her phone away violently, and it smashed onto the TV cabinet opposite the coffee table. The sound of the screen shattering was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.
The phone bounced to the floor, screen up, and Fan Binbin's smiling face could still be vaguely seen under the shattered glass.
The assistant was so startled that she shrank back, dropping the yoga mat in her hand and not daring to pick it up.
"That vixen."
Zhang Ziyi gritted her teeth, squeezing out the words through her clenched teeth.
"Back when I was filming 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,' she wasn't even worthy of carrying my shoes."
Now, she's been nominated for an Oscar for Best Actress, becoming the first Asian to do so?
"And Fu Yibai."
When Zhang Ziyi uttered this name, the hatred and longing in her tone were like two snakes intertwined.
"Why is he so blind? In what way is Zhang Ziyi inferior to that vixen? As for acting skills, how many awards have I won? As for fame, I went to Hollywood when I was a teenager. As for looks—"
She didn't finish her sentence.
Because she knew very well that Fan Binbin was indeed younger and had more assets than her.
After experiencing the triple scandal in 09, Zhang Ziyi's career plummeted.
Now, seeing her former rival, whom she had once disregarded, being honored by a man and entering the Oscars she had always dreamed of, filled her with resentment and jealousy that gnawed at her heart like venomous snakes.
Am I really inferior to her?
Zhang Ziyi asked again, this time with a hint of grievance in her voice that she herself didn't realize.
The assistant stood in the corner, head down, not daring to say a word.
She silently counted her wages for the month, wondering if she could keep her job.
Zhang Ziyi stood up from the sofa, walked barefoot to the TV cabinet, and bent down to pick up her phone with the shattered screen.
On the shattered screen, Fan Binbin's smile was shattered.
Zhang Ziyi stared at the shattered face for a long time before throwing her phone into the trash can.
"Go buy me a new phone."
Her voice returned to calm, but that calmness sent chills down the assistant's spine even more than her previous hysteria.
"Yes, Sister Ziyi."
The assistant felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He picked up the yoga mat from the ground, hugged it to his chest, and ran towards the door.
As I ran to the door, I heard Zhang Ziyi's voice again behind me.
"etc."
The assistant stood frozen in place.
"Go and find out when Fu Yibai returned from the United States."
"……yes."