Isn't that Zhou Chen?

Shen Wangshu narrowed his eyes.

He had become thinner, and the contours of his face had become more refined, but his complexion was pale with an unhealthy bluish tinge.

This is fundamentally different from the handsome and energetic young man he used to be.

He looked very unwell, walking quickly toward the film crew not far away, his head down, his steps unsteady, yet he tried hard not to stop. Shen Wangshu's thoughtful gaze fell on his sports car, her eyes flickered, and then, looking at Zhou Chen's tall figure, a faint, cold smile appeared on her face.

That sports car was worth at least several million; Zhou Chen couldn't possibly afford it. It was probably a favor from that President Song. Shen Wangshu, observing Zhou Chen's somewhat unsteady gait, knew that Zhou Chen must have been going through a very difficult time lately.

Everything is about equivalent exchange. He wants the lead role and a luxury sports car, so naturally he has to exchange what he owns for them.

What else does Zhou Chen have besides her body?

Judging from his pained expression, he must have made a great sacrifice.

No wonder Shen Wangshu broke up with him; he didn't have time to pester her.

In his previous life, it was Lü Rong who was tortured to the point of near inhumanity by President Song, while Zhou Chen remained unharmed. As a result, he performed exceptionally well during filming, his acting skills were recognized by the audience, and even the crew praised him. However, in this life, without Lü Rong, Zhou Chen bore the brunt of everything from before, and even his expression became much more listless. Where was the handsome demeanor of a peerless swordsman?

Shen Wangshu felt that if he acted in this state, it would likely cause dissatisfaction among the production crew. Although no one would probably say much out of consideration for the investors, rumors would still circulate.

"That car is really nice," Meng Fangfei remarked, not recognizing Zhou Chen.

Although she has money, she doesn't own such an expensive sports car.

At this moment, the car stopped. Song Yihe, beaming, swayed and led the way, with his chubby belly sticking out. He led everyone out of the car and into someone else's film crew, just like strolling through his own vegetable garden.

Shen Xuan was finally free from being stuck in his seat by Director Song. He paused for a moment and waited for Shen Wangshu to come to his side before asking, "Song Yihe said he hopes you can play a small role in this movie. There won't be many shots, but you have a good image."

She was supposedly the first generation of a demonic sect's enchantress, but she was just a minor character in the history of this drama, appearing in a few scenes without even a single line. However, he heard that she was dressed up very well, and he thought she was quite good. So he mentioned her to Shen Wangshu, saying, "It won't take you much time. If you're quick, it should be done in one day."

All you need to do is strike a few alluring poses.

Shen Xuan was very satisfied.

Zhang Tongzhou had told him beforehand that Lü Rong's ex-boyfriend was in the film crew, which immediately put him on guard.

He wasn't worried about Shen Wangshu rekindling her old flame; his only concern was that her ex-boyfriend would keep bothering her. Just from Shen Wangshu's descriptions, he knew that the bastard named Zhou Chen was a shameless scoundrel. If such a scoundrel became shameless, Shen Xuan worried that he would tarnish Shen Wangshu's reputation.

In the entertainment industry, if your reputation is ruined, your future is definitely over. While whispering in Shen Wangshu's ear, he subtly pushed Meng Fangfei aside, watching the annoying female star smile as she went to talk to Song Yihe. Only then did he say with satisfaction, "She's smart enough to know what's good for her." He really disliked this female star.

"You unfollowed Sister Meng again?" Shen Wangshu asked helplessly.

"snort!"

"I need to follow her again, otherwise people who are aware of my relationship with Sister Meng will see that I keep unfollowing her, which will cause a lot of trouble." Isn't it a bit much for a minor celebrity to frequently unfollow a senior who has been very kind to her?

Shen Wangshu didn't want these things to cause trouble for herself and Meng Fangfei. Seeing Shen Xuan snort but obediently nod, her eyes curved into a smile. She shrank behind everyone, held his hand, and said softly, "However, we can create a secret account that only close friends and family will know about. Then you can unfollow me whenever you want, okay?"

You can unfollow whomever you want when the time comes.

"That's something we can consider." Shen Xuan's eyes lit up, and when he turned his head, he saw Shen Wangshu smiling at him, and his gaze softened.

Think more about him.

Although Meng Fangfei was talking to Song Yihe casually, she was listening intently to the conversation that followed, and her lips twitched slightly.

Men... are spoiled like this.

Song Yihe thought Meng Fangfei's expression was strange, but he was in a hurry to curry favor with Shen Xuan, so he didn't have time to pay attention to Meng Fangfei's inner thoughts.

Mr. Shen said that as long as the persona is likable and popular, he will invest an additional 50 million after the deal is done.

The mention of 50 million immediately got Director Song's blood pumping!

With unwavering confidence, he strode to the film set, found his old friend, only to discover that his friend was shouting loudly.

Most directors have loud voices and bad tempers, but few are as furious as he is now. Song Yihe had long forgotten how he had made actresses cry on set. Curious, he followed his old friend's gaze and saw a pale-faced, unhealthy-looking man in front of him.

His legs were trembling slightly, as if he wasn't feeling well. He had been thoroughly berated, yet dared not say a word, clearly feeling utterly guilty. Song Yihe glanced at him and lost interest.

In this line of work, who hasn't seen ten or eight handsome men?

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning closer.

"The whole crew was waiting for him to start filming! He's four hours late!" His friend slammed the script down in front of him and yelled, "We can't film like this anymore!"

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