Chapter 585 Humiliation Pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene.

Zhuang Sheng finally turned around and reluctantly cast his gaze at Shang Yechu.

That gloomy, arrogant expression still lingered on his face; were it not for the slight trembling of his lips, it would be almost impossible to discern any change in his emotions. His eyes, as if rusted, were fixed on Shang Yechu's face.

The two stared at each other in full view of everyone.

Zhuang Sheng was very handsome, with a rugged and dashing look, a touch of roguish charm—the timeless classic bad boy type. Just looking at his face, one could understand why his fans were so infatuated with him, fighting for him everywhere. Now, staring at someone with such focused and almost aggrieved eyes, almost no woman could remain unmoved by such a gaze.

Shang Yechu was also moved. She sniffed with emotion and said to the director, "What are you all standing there for? Can't you see that our Brother Zhuang is so happy that he can't even speak because he doesn't have to play an ugly role and ruin his image? Quickly give me the understudy's phone number."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The staff member who was closest to the milk tea choked on it, and two black pearls sprayed out.

Everyone was almost dumbfounded. Zhuang Sheng's approach was very effective among his fans, especially young female fans, and it was almost always successful. A few days ago, a fan visited the set and brought Zhuang Sheng a lot of snacks, which his manager then confiscated, pretending to be stern. At that moment, Zhuang Sheng gave a similar melancholy look, which immediately caused the fans to scream and almost rush up to fight with his manager.

Is Sister Ye's heart made of iron?

The director had no choice but to take out his phone and scroll through his contacts.

Zhuang Sheng's agent almost knelt down before him, constantly giving Zhuang Sheng meaningful glances.

Zhuang Sheng's figure, which was stuck in place by glue, finally moved. The range of his strides was almost synchronized with the slow motion in the movie, as if every joint was rusted.

The director reluctantly handed the phone to Shang Yechu.

Just a second before dialing the number, Zhuang Sheng walked up to Shang Yechu and reached out to press the phone screen.

Shang Yechu raised her eyes, a half-smile on her face, and said, "What, who has summoned Teacher Zhuang?"

A tense atmosphere hung in the air, thick with tension. Jian Xiaojun swallowed hard and took a step forward. Ye Chu's mouth was just too venomous; if Zhuang Sheng got angry and started a fight, she could immediately use her muscular body to ram him and beat him half to death.

Zhuang Sheng touched Ye Chu's wrist with his fingertips and pulled back as if he had been burned.

It's still too hot this afternoon.

"sorry."

Shang Yechu didn't hear clearly: "What?"

A fleeting look of shame crossed Zhuang Sheng's face. He gritted his teeth and said in a voice barely audible, "I'm sorry, Teacher Ye."

Shang Yechu waved her hand with a cold laugh: "What have you wronged me about? It wasn't me who delayed the filming, waited under the scorching sun for half a day, and almost turned into dried meat jerky. It wasn't me who begged you to go to the filming and even paid for the gifts out of my own pocket—I can't accept a reward for nothing."

Wu Jianing shuddered.

Zhuang Sheng clenched his fist.

Some staff members who were nearby stood up involuntarily. If Zhuang Sheng and Ye Chu were to start fighting here, it would be a huge joke in the entertainment industry.

Zhuang Sheng and Shang Yechu looked at each other.

Shang Yechu's eyes were sharp, her expression mocking. In her presence, many people would have the illusion that they were seen through.

Male celebrities often comment on female celebrities. Many male artists that Zhuang Sheng knows admire Ye Chuxin and sometimes tease Zhuang Sheng about being able to meet Ye Chuxin often, saying that "being close to the water tower gives you an advantage."

Zhuang Sheng would always respond with a cold laugh. He didn't even bother to be angry.

Everyone was deceived by Ye Chu, and he was one of the few people who had seen her true face.

Water and moon in a mirror, flowers in a flower.

Outsiders might think Ye Chu is the moon, the flower; only those who know her well know that Ye Chu is the water, the mirror.

Zhuang Sheng suddenly remembered a year ago, on a similarly ordinary, sweltering afternoon, when he went to confront Ye Chu, questioning why his role had ended up in someone else's hands. Ye Chu had stood by the window then, looking at him with the same expression, before delivering her final verdict: "Get lost."

These two words had echoed countless times in Zhuang Sheng's most chaotic dreams.

A year has passed, and Ye Chu has entered the film industry and reached new heights. He, however, remains here, awkwardly enduring her scrutiny.

It all happened because of that movie.

Zhuang Sheng closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, his voice was much louder: "I'm sorry, Sister Ye, I shouldn't have delayed the entire crew's filming because of my personal emotions."

"Personal emotions?" Shang Yechu seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke. "So Zhuang Juxing was hiding in the dressing room playing games because he was in a bad mood."

Zhuang Sheng gritted her teeth: "It's because I... have too much of an idol image to maintain. I'm unwilling to cooperate with the filming." The later she spoke, the softer her voice became, the words almost squeezed out between her teeth.

Wu Jianing swallowed hard, then suddenly strode forward, grabbed Zhuang Sheng's assistant—the one Zhuang Sheng had sent to speak to her earlier—and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry," Wu Jianing grabbed her assistant's hands and shook them, "I was just... not filming well, and I was a little anxious, which is why I was so rude to you..." Before she could get to the emotional part, her eyes were already red.

Zhuang Sheng's back stiffened. Looking at the person in front of him with a half-smile that was actually extremely cold, and listening to Wu Jianing's emotional apology behind him, he suddenly understood what Ye Chu wanted him to do.

But how could that be?

He's the lead actor in this drama! If he did that, where would his dignity go?

He had nothing left. "Happy Street," his chance to enter the film industry, a leading role—only his stubborn pride remained to support him, reminding him that Zhuang Sheng was different from others.

Does Ye Chu want to ruin him?

For a fleeting moment, Zhuang Sheng almost wanted to pounce on her, placing both hands on Ye Chu's neck, squeezing harder, harder, and harder. He wanted to die with her, to give his life for her, so that their names would appear equally on the front page, all differences would be erased, and the shame and nightmares Ye Chu had brought him would be washed away…

Zhuang Sheng would never do that.

By the time he came to his senses, Ye Chu had already turned and left.