You feel sorry for me
In the dressing room, Yu Sheng sat sullenly in front of the makeup mirror, pouting, letting the makeup artist do his hair.
Not getting a reply from Lu Chenyang, his emotions were written all over his face. Just now, Director Wu had someone come in to tell them to get ready for makeup, saying that the rain was about to stop and they should start filming, which conveniently interrupted his "interrogation" of Lu Chenyang.
Yu Sheng's sudden silence made Lu Chenyang feel a little uncomfortable. He looked up and examined her through the mirror. Her pouting lips and sullen face, even though he tried to avoid it, his gaze couldn't help but fall on the new scars on her lips and cheekbones.
The makeup artist finished her work and left. Yu Sheng's injuries were not covered up. The timeline of this scene connected perfectly with Gao Qiu's beating in the morning. The injuries were just right and didn't look out of place at all.
Yu Sheng remained facing the mirror, showing no intention of speaking. Lu Chenyang coughed lightly, breaking the silence.
"Um... this is for you." He took a long, narrow box out of his pocket.
Yu Sheng glanced at it sideways and read, 'Medical recombinant collagen gel'.
On the surface, he still pouted, glanced at her, and turned his head away without even lifting his eyelids. He maintained his aloof and unapproachable demeanor, but inwardly, he was grinning from ear to ear.
"This... I bought it this afternoon. It can prevent scarring and pigmentation." Lu Chenyang pushed the medicine box towards Yu Sheng. "Apply it tonight when you get home. It should work."
"Should?" Yu Sheng finally deigned to look up at him, her voice rising a few decibels. "What do you mean by 'should'? So you don't even know if it's useful or not before you're trying to fob me off? How can you be so irresponsible?"
Lu Chenyang was taken aback by his sudden accusation and quickly explained, "No, I'm not being irresponsible. I haven't used this medicine before, so I can't guarantee it will be 100% effective. The doctor who sold the medicine told me personally that it's very effective."
Yu Sheng's focus completely veered off course. He didn't care what the doctor said; all he could think about was the phrase, "I'm not irresponsible."
His fingertips tapped lightly on the medicine box, and a sly smile slowly crept up his eyes and brows. "Officer Lu, how do you plan to take responsibility? Just buying the medicine? Not applying it?"
The tapping sounds weren't loud, but each tap felt like it was hitting Lu Chenyang's chest. He didn't want to dwell on the issue of responsibility; the thought of him taking responsibility for a tall, broad-shouldered man with long legs just felt awkward.
He looked towards the entrance to the dressing room, hoping that Ah Jiang could save his life in a "critical moment" like last time. But things didn't go as planned; the entrance was quiet, without even a passing footstep.
"I'm going outside..." He wanted to say that he was going outside to see how Director Wu's preparations were going, but before he could finish speaking, he felt his cuff being pulled by a very light force.
Looking back, Yu Sheng was curled up in the chair, her upper body leaning out, her fingertips only pinching a small piece of fabric at the very edge of his sleeve. It was very light, and the clothes didn't wrinkle at all because of his movement, like an overly cautious cat tentatively extending its paw, yet ready to withdraw at any moment for fear that the other person wouldn't like it.
Lu Chenyang felt a strange prickling sensation in his heart, like a fine thorn pricking into his flesh. It didn't hurt, but it was itchy and made him inexplicably irritable.
His gaze swept over Yu Sheng's drooping neck, which appeared excessively fragile. He subconsciously wanted to look away, but the pitiful, swaying appearance made his chest feel heavy, even though he knew the other person might be faking it.
"Never mind," Lu Chenyang turned to grab the cotton swabs on the table, opened the medicine box, and said, "Look up."
Yu Sheng, who was playing the pitiful kitten, was deeply immersed in the role. Before she could even hold back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes, someone suddenly lifted her chin. In her moment of surprise, a cool gel touched the corner of her mouth. The action was very light and clean.
"Don't move."
Yu Sheng's eyelashes trembled in surprise, and she instinctively shrank back, but Lu Chenyang grabbed her chin with one large hand.
The voice of the chilled white wine reached his ears, "It doesn't hurt, don't move."
Yu Sheng obediently stopped moving. The corners of her mouth turned up very slightly, she closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and nestled her reddened wound even closer to that cool touch, as docile as if she were being spoiled.
"I thought you would abandon me after taking advantage of me and not apply the medicine."
What is all this nonsense? Is this how you use a word?
"What's your diploma? Should I send you a dictionary of idioms to relearn?" Lu Chenyang retorted irritably. He wasn't one to argue, but since the other person was Yu Sheng, he couldn't help but retaliate.
The two scenes that evening went very smoothly, with almost no retakes.
The Second Young Master Yu, who was in a great mood after being coaxed by the "medicine application service," even took the initiative to ask for a guarantee.
Filming ended close to 9 p.m., and everyone was busy wrapping up. Wu Luoyu found Yu Sheng and Lu Chenyang, who were removing their makeup, and said, "Sheng, I know your time is precious, and the crew can't take up too much time. How about this, we'll continue filming Gaoqiu's scenes tomorrow. There aren't many left, so let's try to finish filming in four or five days without interfering with your other plans, okay?"
“I’m fine,” Yu Sheng said.
"no."
"Huh?" Yu Sheng and Wu Luoyu were both extremely surprised by Lu Chenyang's sudden objection. The person involved had no objection, but he, an outsider, disagreed.
"Director Wu," Lu Chenyang said apologetically for interrupting someone else's conversation, "I'm sorry, Director Wu, I'm not against filming."
He pursed his lips, realizing his stance was somewhat inadequate, and lowered his voice, "Yu Sheng... his facial injury hasn't healed. The scenes in Gaoqiu are several years later, and if the injury is the same as before, it would be too jarring. We can only cover it with foundation or Photoshop it out in post-production. Post-production is time-consuming and laborious and affects the overall effect. If we use foundation..."
Before he could finish speaking, the astute Director Wu immediately understood and replied, "Yes, yes, Chenyang is so thoughtful. This abrasion really needs to be taken good care of. So, Asheng, we'll film Gaoqiu's scenes whenever your face has fully recovered."
After seeing Director Wu off, the two left the dressing room. Yu Sheng followed Lu Chenyang towards the parking lot, and inexplicably spoke up behind him, "You feel sorry for me?"
The sentence was abrupt and seemingly unrelated, but Lu Chenyang understood it nonetheless. He was asking if the suggestion to postpone Gao Qiu's scenes was because he was worried that foundation on his wound would affect the recovery.
"I feel sorry for the artwork." Not for you.
Yu Sheng slammed the car door shut and drove off without saying another word. But as the car passed by, she gave him a look that was both resentful and cunning.
The filming location was quite far from Lu Chenyang's home; even without traffic at night, it took almost an hour and a half to drive there. He habitually did a set of anaerobic exercises before bed, then washed up and went to bed. He had only been lying down for two minutes when he understood the meaning behind Yu Sheng's look before she left.
He saw Yu Sheng's Weibo post from half an hour earlier by following the tags from fans.
[@Libertas/笙: A fugitive wounded inmate, expressing sincere gratitude to Officer Lu for delivering medicine. Just between you and me, I had a cameo in the movie *Shattered Light*, and this injury was accidentally inflicted by Officer Lu during filming. But don't worry, Officer Lu said he'll take responsibility for me. #ShatteredLightFilmingDiary #LuChenyangShatteredLight #YuSheng'sStunningBeauty #YuShengBornForCameo #OnTheHypocrisyOfStraightMen]
Below is an accompanying photo. In the photo, Yu Sheng's bathrobe collar is loose, revealing his clear collarbone. His half-dry black curly hair falls to the side of his neck, with water streaks winding down to the open V-neck. His slightly swollen lips and cheekbones are covered with ointment, which gleams like a thin glaze under the light. He tilts his head slightly, a half-injured corner of his lip curving upwards. The fresh scars and the lazy yet slightly provocative smile are strangely intertwined, perfectly capturing the tricky angle of the shot.
What is this guy trying to do?!
Lu Chenyang wished he could reach through the screen and strangle him. Right, there was WeChat. He quickly exited Weibo and found Yu Sheng's friends list.
Meanwhile, Yu Sheng was lying on his king-size bed in a great mood, leisurely sipping the white wine delivered to his hotel room while reading Weibo comments.
He had gained some fans from his previous cameo appearances, not a huge number, but he was quite active. Most of the comments praised his good looks, which pleased Yu Er Gongzi greatly.
Some people were looking forward to Yu Sheng's cameo appearance, but there were also some unpleasant and harsh voices, such as "good-for-nothing rich second-generation" and "all looks and no substance." Occasionally, a few die-hard fans of Lu Chenyang would jump out and tell Yu Sheng not to get involved and to stay away from their brother.
Yu Sheng laughed it off until the following comment caught his attention: "What kind of love-hate relationship is this between a cop and a criminal? I want to know how Lu Chenyang will take responsibility for the mermaid."
"Mermaid" and "Poppy" are nicknames fans affectionately call Yu Sheng, because Yu Sheng is not only beautiful, but also has a large cluster of poppies tattooed on her left shoulder.
He smacked his lips twice as he looked at the comment, making the white wine in his mouth taste even sweeter. He raised his finger to like the comment. Just as he was about to reply, he received a WeChat notification.
--Lu Chenyang: What do you mean by your Weibo post?
The nickname wasn't changed by Yu Sheng; Lu Chenyang's WeChat name was simply Lu Chenyang. When Yu Sheng first added him as a friend, she complained that he was old-fashioned and lacked romance, even his Moments were completely blank.
—Libertas: It means exactly what it says. Officer Lu, can't you read? Should I give you a Xinhua Dictionary?
Lu Chenyang held his phone for a long time before receiving this reply. This guy really holds a grudge; he won't suffer even the slightest loss, and he's returned the exact words of mockery he uttered tonight.
Lu Chenyang wanted to question him about why he posted such a vague and misleading message as "He said he would take responsibility for me," which also carried the obviously suggestive hashtag #OnStraightMen'sInconsistency#. But asking would seem petty, while keeping it to herself would be unbearable.
Yu Sheng knew exactly what he was doing, always liking to push the boundaries of his bottom line without actually crossing it, making it impossible for him to find fault and turn against him, and even making him wonder if he was being too petty.
bite--
WeChat popped up another message:
—Libertas: Did I upset you? I'll delete it then. I just wonder if netizens will speculate that there's discord among the creators of Shattered Light.
—Libertas: [A pitiful, tearful kitten emoji]
"Tsk, isn't this moral blackmail?" Lu Chenyang frowned angrily, sat up in bed, and tugged at his hair a couple of times.
On the other side, Young Master Yu finished the last sip of white wine, tossed his phone aside, and sat down in front of the computer to start a game. He played a game that lasted over forty minutes, thoroughly enjoying himself. When he finished, he checked his phone and, as expected, found several messages from Lu Chenyang.
—Lu Chenyang: Never mind, let's just consider it publicity for the movie.
Another message appeared fifteen minutes later.
—Lu Chenyang: I just feel that your Weibo posts and the hashtags you use are easy to misunderstand, and netizens will write nonsense, which has a bad influence.
Five more minutes passed.
—Lu Chenyang: I'm not unhappy.
Hmph, Yu Sheng shoved his phone under his pillow after reading the message, pulled the covers over himself, and went to sleep, with no intention of replying. Of course, he wouldn't delete the Weibo post either.
It's moral blackmail; it's about binding you.
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