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"Smack!"
On the filming set, just as the scene began, a crisp slap landed on An Nuan's face.
Although An Nuan had familiarized herself with the lines beforehand, she stood there with her mouth agape, momentarily forgetting what the script had said. There was indeed a part where a slap was supposed to happen, but to have it delivered so forcefully across her face—well, not only was she taken aback, but even the lighting crew nearby were startled.
The sound of the slap was so sharp that An Nuan's cheek instantly swelled up.
In the distance, Shuo Shuo saw this and rushed over like a madwoman, immediately yelling at Jin Jingfan, "Are you crazy? This is acting! What’s wrong with you?"
At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else.
Regardless of whether Jin Jingfan was the top star, all she knew was that her good friend had been hit.
Protecting her friend was instinctive; she couldn't think too much about it.
"Just a slip of the hand; let’s do it again!"
Jin Jingfan scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain, completely disregarding Shuo Shuo's fury.
The director waved his hand impatiently. "Everyone unrelated, step aside! If you can't handle this kind of pain, then don’t act!"
His loud reprimand caused a group of people who were about to leave to suddenly stop in their tracks.
The person leading them froze in place, causing those behind to slam on their brakes.
"Ye Shao?"
Seeing they were about to collide with someone in front of them, the person behind spoke up with a trembling voice.
Following Ye Shao's gaze, there was a film shoot happening nearby. What was so interesting about that?
When did Ye Shao become interested in such things?
Although Ye Shao could definitely become a top star if he pursued it, that would be an insult to him.
"Smack!"
Another crisp slap landed on An Nuan's face, solid and painful. However, having learned from the previous experience, she was not as shocked this time; she could even calmly recite her lines.
"What does it matter if you hit me? Your man doesn’t want you; he loves me. You can slap my face, but you can’t touch his heart!"
It was a classic line for a mistress, one she had just familiarized herself with. Fortunately, she had always been good at memorizing lines, and she delivered the complete sentence smoothly. As long as Jin Jingfan responded with her lines, this scene would be over.
To her surprise, Jin Jingfan appeared to be fully immersed in her anger, yet the lines just wouldn’t come out.
After a long pause, Jin Jingfan finally slumped her shoulders in frustration and said, "Sorry, I forgot my lines."
Her tone was apologetic, but there was no hint of remorse in her eyes.
Especially when she looked at An Nuan with a mocking expression, as if to say she wouldn’t let her off easily.
An Nuan bit her lip, feeling the sting on her face.
Even without looking in a mirror, she could guess how terrible her face must look right now.
It must have swollen up significantly.
Outside the set, Shuo Shuo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. As he watched the filming resume, Jin Jingfan once again slapped An Nuan across the face, only to dismiss the scene later by claiming she had forgotten her lines. Shuo Shuo suddenly shouted, "Lu An Nuan, have you lost your mind? Come out here! We're not filming anymore. Let them blacklist us; we’re done!"
Shuo Shuo's eyes turned red with concern. It was clear that Jin Jingfan was bullying her, yet those around seemed oblivious to the situation.
This world was so superficial and cold-hearted.
When you achieved success, everyone would fawn over you. When you were obscure, you deserved to be mistreated.
Not far away, Ye Yunfeng watched the woman who was willing to endure this humiliation rather than leave. He murmured her name softly.
"Lu, An, Nuan..."
"Huh?" His assistant behind him didn’t quite catch it.
"Go find me a chair."
Ye Yunfeng instructed, leaving his assistant Di Ming looking bewildered.
"A chair? To sit here?"
"No, to watch the show!"
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