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「SMACK!」
On the set, the scene had barely begun when a crisp slap landed squarely on An Nuan’s face.
Although An Nuan had already familiarized herself with this part of the script, her mouth hung open, and she completely forgot her lines. There was indeed a slapping scene, but to be hit so *hard* in the face – not just her, even the lighting technicians on the side were startled.
The slap was so sharp, so resounding, that An Nuan’s cheek instantly swelled up high.
From a distance, Shuo Shuo saw the scene and immediately rushed forward like a madwoman, yelling at Jin Jingfan, 「Are you out of your mind?! This is acting! What’s wrong with you?!」
At that moment, she couldn’t care less. Whether Jin Jingfan was the top star or not, all she knew was that her good friend had been hit. Protection was instinct; she couldn’t think of anything else.
「My hand slipped,」 Jin Jingfan said dismissively, her tone scornful, not bothering to acknowledge Shuo Shuo’s anger in the slightest.
The director impatiently waved his hand. 「Anyone not involved, step aside! If you can’t handle the hardship, don’t act!」 The director’s loud reprimand caused a group of people who had been about to leave nearby to suddenly halt, especially the one leading them.
The people behind them slammed to an immediate halt. 「Y-Young Master Ye?」 The person behind stammered, their voice trembling, as they almost crashed into the man in front.
Following Young Master Ye’s gaze, they saw the ongoing shoot. What was there to see? When had Young Master Ye ever shown interest in something like this? While he could undoubtedly become a top-tier celebrity if he chose, doing so would surely be an insult to him.
SMACK! Another crisp slap landed squarely on An Nuan’s face, a genuine hit that stung terribly. But having learned from the previous experience, she wasn’t as surprised this time; she even managed to calmly deliver her lines.
「What good does hitting me do? Your man still doesn’t want you. The one he loves is *me*! You can hit my face, but you can’t touch his heart!」 Classic 『other woman』 dialogue. She had only just familiarized herself with it, but thankfully her memory for lines was always excellent. With this full sentence delivered, all that was needed was for Jin Jingfan to pick up her cue, and the shot would be complete.
To her surprise, Jin Jingfan was perfectly in character, her face contorted with fury, yet her lines simply wouldn’t come out. After a significant pause, she finally slumped her shoulders in a huff, 「Sorry, I forgot my lines.」
Her tone was apologetic, yet not a single hint of remorse could be seen in her eyes. Especially when she looked at An Nuan’s mocking expression, it was as if she was saying, 「I won’t let you off easy.」
An Nuan bit her lower lip, her face throbbing with a fiery pain. Even without a mirror, she could guess how disfigured her face must look now. It must already be visibly swollen.
Outside the film crew’s perimeter, Shuo Shuo was pacing like an ant on a hot griddle. She watched as the scene started again, Jin Jingfan once more slapped An Nuan’s face, and then, for the nth time, called for a retake under the guise of forgetting her lines. Shuo Shuo immediately yelled, 「Lu An Nuan, are you out of your mind?! Get out here! We’re not shooting this anymore! Let them blacklist us, we quit!」
Shuo Shuo’s eyes were red with anguish. It was clear Jin Jingfan was bullying her, yet everyone else around seemed to turn a blind eye. This world was simply so snobbish and cold. Achieve fame and fortune, and everyone would fawn over you. Remain unknown, and you deserved whatever indignities came your way.
Not far off, Ye Yunfeng watched the woman who, despite being willing to tell him to 「get lost,」 was still enduring such humiliation here. He softly murmured her name: 「Lu...An...Nuan...」
「Hm?」 his assistant, Di Ming, behind him hadn’t quite caught it.
「Go get me a chair.」 Ye Yunfeng instructed, leaving Di Ming utterly bewildered.
「A chair? To sit *here*?」
「To watch the show!」
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