Chapter 33
The gossip group was filled with screams, and some even began to unravel the story and trace the timeline, trying to figure out when the "affair" between the two began.
What they don’t know is that even the name Qiao Qianqian is fake.
The person involved, Wen Zhenni, had no idea that the gossip group was about to explode in an uproar because of her.
After posting that update on WeChat Moments, she never paid attention to the follow-up and went home to take a shower and go to bed.
The next day, while having breakfast, I was looking at my phone and it felt like the sky was falling.
Red Dot’s WeChat was flooded with messages, and her family and mutual friends all came to her to sound her out, asking if she was going to make it public.
Xi Miao was the first to post a screenshot and ask her: "Female star, what's going on? Fans, when you open your eyes and suddenly find a brother-in-law, the sky must be falling."
What the hell is going on!
Wen Zhenni replied, "I was just showing it to Miss Jiang. What are you thinking?"
Xi Miao: [Scare me! I thought you two were going to go public.]
But this was a really good job, Xi Miao gave her a thumbs up: [Well done, sister, you are awesome.]
Moreover, Xi Miao, who has always been critical of Ciheng, actually expressed high praise for Ciheng's attitude this time.
In her own words: [This Ciheng person... can still be used after some training.]
Wen Zhenni: [……]
Dealing with friends on social media is already a headache, and I can’t imagine what the scene will be like when the secret marriage is revealed.
"Sister, have you finished eating? It's time for us to leave." Orange had packed all the things and saw that she was still playing with her phone, so he came over to remind her.
The look needs to be confirmed before officially joining the crew, and today's main schedule is to finalize the makeup.
Because she was in a hurry, Wen Zhenni didn't want to delay any longer, so she quit WeChat and finished her breakfast in no time.
Ciheng had drunk quite a bit at the class reunion last night and was still sleeping. Wen Zhenni didn't bother him during this rare weekend break, so she took Orange and left.
The makeup trial shooting site was already crowded with a group of people. The makeup artist was checking the tool box, and the wardrobe assistant was pushing a mobile hanger full of costumes. All departments were busy making preparations for the makeup trial.
The entire cast of "Exclusive Heartbeat" was present, and most of the supporting actors were familiar faces. Wen Zhenni was talkative and sweet-spoken. She greeted everyone with a smile and chatted with everyone for a while.
After greeting everyone, Chengzi whispered to her, "Sister, I saw Teacher Qiu. She's in the dressing room."
Wen Zhenni was still wondering why she didn't see Qiu Sicheng. After hearing what Chengzi said, she excitedly went to look for him.
As soon as she entered the dressing room, as expected, she saw a familiar figure standing next to the backdrop, talking to the director.
He was wearing the simplest white T-shirt and casual pants, with a habitual smile on his face. Even standing in this slightly noisy studio, he made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
Actors who have worked with Qiu Sicheng all say that he has a convincing aura, and that as long as he is around, they feel at ease, just like taking a tranquilizer.
Others see his great temperament and always think that he is a good person to talk to, but in fact he is very good at choking people with his gentle appearance.
Wen Zhenni suffered much more losses at his hands than at Ciheng's.
When Qiu Sicheng looked up and saw her, his smile deepened and he raised his hand and called out, "Ni'er, this way!"
Wen Zhenni walked over and blurted out, "Qiu Sicheng."
Qiu Sicheng raised his hand and gave her a slap on the face, "You are so disrespectful, call me brother."
He was two years older than her, but he insisted on being her brother. Wen Zhenni sighed and could only change her words: "Brother Cheng."
"That's right." Qiu Sicheng was satisfied. He lightly supported her back with his fingers and naturally led her to the rest area nearby. "You look good. How about it? Are you excited to film with me?"
Wen Zhenni smiled and stroked his hair, of course. "I was so excited that I almost couldn't sleep last night."
Qiu Sicheng knew she was being hypocritical, but he didn't expose her. He smiled and said, "Boss and dancer, this play is quite suitable for you. Brother Cheng will guide you. If you act well, there will be no problem."
Wen Zhenni glanced at his all-too-familiar face, then recalled his dark history as a child, feeling really awkward. "Playing a couple with you always feels weird."
They are so familiar with him that they even know exactly what is in his refrigerator at home. It is strange to suddenly have to play a couple deeply in love and hate in front of the camera.
"It's simple. Think about how you get along with me normally. You'll get used to it in less than two days."
Qiu Sicheng leaned back on the sofa, and the feeling of relaxation from the inside out was something that others could not envy.
He casually swiped the screen of his phone a few times, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Wen Zhenni, "I was browsing the Moments last night and saw Ciheng's update. What's going on? It's only been a few days since I came back, and the fake couple has already developed to eating at street stalls."
Wen Zhenni, who had already been bombarded with news, didn't want to be bombarded again. "I just went out for a midnight snack, and you all came to ask about me."
Qiu Sicheng chuckled, "You sent it, didn't you? Did you send it to someone on purpose? Tell me, Brother Cheng, is it because your love rival has appeared that you've become aware of the crisis?"
Qiu Sicheng knew her too well, and her little ability was seen through at a glance.
Wen Zhenni couldn't hide it from him, "...you found out."
"Tsk, your tone is clearly yours. But it's quite interesting that Ciheng allowed you to post that dynamic. He has a strong sense of territory and doesn't want anyone to interfere in his territory, so no one can stop him."
Qiu Sicheng thought about it and gave her an idea: "How about I pretend to pursue you and create a sense of crisis for him?"
Wen Zhenni held her chin in her hand and said, "As an old married couple, how could there be any sense of crisis?"
Qiu Sicheng stretched out his index finger and shook it, "A man in his seventies and eighties is still getting divorced. How long have you been married?"
"Just tell me whether you agree or not?" He said in an exaggerated tone, "If you divorce, Brother Cheng will come to your house tomorrow to propose marriage."
Wen Zhenni was choked by his dirty trick and subconsciously followed up, "Divorce can't just happen overnight. There's a cooling-off period."
"Are you really considering it?" Qiu Sicheng's eyes widened in disbelief. "Your marriage isn't that indestructible."
Wen Zhenni: “…” She was fooled.
However, the light-hearted and casual topics also made people relax a lot without realizing it.
After chatting for a while, Qiu Sicheng brought the topic back to the point and discussed the script with her.
Switching to the professional field, Qiu Sicheng was more serious than in private, but he also took good care of her. "I just talked to the director. There are a few important scenes that are difficult to perform. I'll briefly explain them to you first."
Qiu Sicheng's insights are often to the point, and he can always accurately point out her confusions. He is like a good teacher who can quickly lead her into the role.
The noise in the studio became the background sound, and both of them were immersed in the world of the characters in the script.
Just as the two were immersed in it, a male voice interrupted, "Excuse me, teachers! The stylist is ready. Please try out the makeup and decide on the look for us, teachers."
The discussion was interrupted, and Wen Zhenni looked up and saw Chengzi standing not far away, with a team of stylists standing beside him.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Qiu Sicheng responded and helped Wen Zhenni put away the script.
Wen Zhenni also stood up and followed him to the makeup area.
The girl from the costume department took out a dress and said, "Teacher Wen, thank you for your hard work.
There was only one day, so the schedule was very tight.
I decided on the clothing size and foundation shade, and then had takeout at two o'clock.
After hurriedly eating a few mouthfuls of lunch, the main actors went to shoot the outdoor scenes while the light was good, and then entered the studio shooting stage.
In the studio, the strong lights made the air hot.
The stylist stepped forward to adjust the collar of Qiu Sicheng's suit. He tilted his head to cooperate, and the light outlined his soft and handsome features.
The photographer reminded Wen Zhenni through the lens, "Teacher Wen, relax a little, don't tighten your lips, and tilt your head a little towards Teacher Qiu... Okay, please look into Teacher Qiu's eyes..."
Wen Zhenni adjusted her movements as instructed and glanced at Qiu Sicheng again, trying to respond to his affectionate eyes.
But the corners of my mouth were out of control and I couldn't help wanting to smile.
Qiu Sicheng was sad. "Am I that funny? Why don't you think about all the sad things again."
He blinked, and his facial features looked soft and affectionate under the light, which made Wen Zhenni look unprofessional and she had to NG over and over again.
"Sorry, Brother Cheng, I don't feel the same."
It's not his problem, it's my own problem.
To act out an unforgettable love for this face that I have seen since I was a child is harder than doing spreadsheets at work all day.
When she thought of the scenes of intimacy, quarrels, and even kissing that were to be performed in the script, her mind was filled with images of people teasing her.
Don't be fooled by his gentle and considerate appearance now, and the prince charming in the hearts of thousands of fans. He was very naughty when he was a child, and he would play pranks on people in all kinds of ways. After his pranks succeeded, he would never admit that he did it.
How can I be affectionate with such a criminal record?
She tried so hard to squeeze out some emotion, but Qiu Sicheng said, "You don't seem to be thinking about love, but more like thinking about where to eat after get off work."
Wen Zhenni: "..."
This step of filming was more mentally demanding than expected. Only with Qiu Sicheng's guidance and hard work to calm down did I finish the day's filming.
Dragging her tired body back to the apartment, Wen Zhenni felt as if her head was filled with cotton and her bones were sore.
The room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of water coming from the kitchen.
She seemed to have used up all her strength, kicked off her shoes, followed the light, and swam into the kitchen with unsteady steps.
Ciheng came out to drink water. When he heard the noise, he turned around and saw how exhausted she looked, and his eyes softened.
"Have you eaten?" His voice was slightly hoarse from having just drunk some water.
Wen Zhenni didn't even bother to say "hmm". She just fell limply into his arms, her forehead resting on his chest.
"I'm so tired..." She buried her face deeper, her voice nasal, "I'm going to die."
She has always been an energetic person. When the team's schedule is the busiest, not counting the daily practice, she can still carry out other schedules with high energy after singing and dancing for two or three hours at the concert.
This is the first time I've seen his private side without the halo.
But as she said, if you have someone to rely on, you don't need to be strong all the time.
She was willing to stay with him because she regarded him as a harbor to shelter from the wind and rain.
It feels good to be relied upon.
Ci Heng rubbed the top of her head, feeling both distressed and amused. "Work wasn't going well today? Qiu Sicheng claims to be a genius in acting who gets into roles the fastest, but it seems he doesn't live up to his reputation."
"...I'm too familiar with Qiu Sicheng. I burst out laughing when I saw him, so it delayed us for some time." Wen Zhenni answered in a muffled voice.
I don’t want to talk about the difficulties at work in detail, I just want to lean on his shoulder for a while.
Ciheng patted her shoulder and motioned her to come down, "Go take a shower and go to bed."
"I don't want to move." Her voice became weaker and weaker, and she simply put her arms around his neck, hanging on him like a koala, and let him carry her.
Ci Heng's eyes flashed with helplessness, "You are the only one who treats me as a tool. Once I leave the house, who will pamper our eldest daughter?"
He said that she was spoiled and lazy, and looked very disapproving, but he still bent down, hugged her legs and picked her up.
Wen Zhenni pressed her cheek against his neck, her voice mush due to fatigue, "Because you are my husband."
This little mouth is as sweet as honey, and she says whatever she wants.
Just not serious.
"Sweet talk." Ciheng snorted, weighed the weight on his arm, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
It turns out that the sense of security of being firmly supported can soothe all fatigue.
Wen Zhenni seemed to have found a safe haven. She placed her palms on the muscles that rose and fell as she walked, and comfortably let down her guard.
Having someone to rely on makes a difference.
Before her consciousness fell into darkness, Wen Zhenni couldn't help but wonder with regret what kind of life she had been living for the past three years.
I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. After a night of rest and adjustment, the mental fatigue had dissipated the next day and my high energy state returned.
When Wen Zhenni came out of the bathroom humming a song, she was surprised to find Ciheng wearing a shirt and trousers and sitting at the table eating breakfast.
"Why are you going out so early?" Wen Zhenni asked in confusion, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"It's getting late." Ciheng handed her the hot milk, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment, "I'll take you to the set."
Wen Zhenni knew how busy he was at work, not to mention that he had a morning meeting on Monday. "Actually, there's no need. The studio is quite far away..."
"I'm just following grandma's instructions." Ciheng interrupted her.
Wen Zhenni pouted when she brought up her grandma again. "Okay, it was all grandma's orders."
Ci Heng gestured for her to eat, "Lin Nuo came here specially to make this."
"Lin Nuo can cook?"
After Wen Zhenni finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Lin Nuo had taken care of him for three years while he was abroad, so cooking should be considered the most basic skill.
So he changed his words, "Secretary Lin is quite versatile."
Ciheng disagreed, "As long as you have hands, you can do it. Is it that difficult?"
Wen Zhenni: "..."
She has hands, but she just can't do it.
Ignoring him, Wen Zhenni silently lowered her head to drink milk, and by the way, sent a message to Chengzi, telling her to go first and she would pick her up on the set.
Orange, being the clever one, understood the situation quickly: "Brother-in-law, are you going to join the crew? Don't worry, I will protect you and Brother-in-law's every itinerary."
Wen Zhenni: [...Xiao Chengzi, you are getting better and better.]
Seeing that she had almost finished eating, the man stood up and picked up her bag, "Let's go."
Wen Zhenni followed him downstairs and discovered that the car he was driving was not his usual Bentley Mulsanne, but a Rolls-Royce that he rarely drove. The driver was not Lin Nuo, but a middle-aged man he didn't recognize.
It's a very thoughtful idea. The Bentley with the third license plate is really eye-catching. I wonder how much attention it will attract when it drives out.
She was still worried, but she didn't expect that he had already considered it.
After getting in the car, Wen Zhenni leaned back in the chair, took out the script from her bag, and secretly glanced at the man next to her who had his eyes closed since getting in the car.
The car started, merged smoothly into the traffic flow, drove out of the city, and stopped at a relatively secluded entrance outside the studio half an hour later.
There were relatively few paparazzi lurking here. At around six in the morning, only a few dim street lights illuminated the concrete road.
"I'm here. I'll go in first."
Wen Zhenni reached out to open the car door, but Ciheng grabbed her hand first, his eyes fixed on her face.
"What's wrong?" Wen Zhenni held the car door and looked at him.
His fingertips accidentally brushed the back of her hand, and a slight itch went straight into her heart.
Ci Heng looked away uncomfortably and said, "If you're filming, just focus on filming. Remember to wash your hands if you touch something unclean. When you're done, go home on time and don't run around."
This sounds strange, as if it were instructing elementary school students to go home after school.
Wen Zhenni was confused and asked, "Grandma said that again?"
The man's expression was indescribable. "I said so."
Seeing him frustrated, Wen Zhenni couldn't help laughing, "Got it, I'll go then."
"Yeah." Ciheng responded in a low voice, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. His smiling face looked surprisingly beautiful in the morning light.
He didn't say anything extra, just watched her pick up her bag, wave at him from outside the car, and then run to the nanny car waiting not far away.
The wind in the early morning is neither dry nor hot, and is much more comfortable than the stuffy wind at noon.
Wen Zhenni had just met Chengzi by the car when a gentle and clear voice came from the side, "Ni'er, good morning."
Wen Zhenni turned around and saw Qiu Sicheng walking down from Alpha in a fresh outfit, "Brother Cheng."
The sky was getting brighter, and the car windows separated the inside and outside of the car into two worlds.
In the car, Ciheng lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and followed the two of them with his eyes. He saw Qiu Sicheng raise his hand as if to hit Wen Zhenni on the head, but she turned her head away.
The two were talking familiarly. When Qiu Sicheng's gaze swept over this side, he suddenly paused, said something to Wen Zhenni, and then walked towards this side calmly.
The next moment, there was a knock on his car window.
Ci Heng rolled down the car window and met Qiu Sicheng's smiling eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Can't you come say hello if you have nothing to do?"
Qiu Sicheng rested his elbows on the car window frame and leaned over to look at the man in the car. "Boss Ci is a rare guest. He actually has time to come and visit me at work."
The tone was as relaxed as greeting an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time.
Although they did know each other for many years.
"Mr. Qiu, you seem to be very free?" Ciheng glanced at him indifferently. She did not refute him, and there was no need to refute him.
Qiu Sicheng just likes to play dumb.
"There's always time to catch up with old friends." Qiu Sicheng drew out his tone, and the word "old friend" was obviously teasing.
Ci Heng sneered, "I'm not here to visit you at work, I'm here to see you at the brain department. Remember to go to your hospital to have your brain checked out."
He looked across and saw that Wen Zhenni had already gone in, so he pushed Qiu Sicheng, who was about to put his head into the car, out and rolled up the window.
He first scanned the area with his sharp eyes, and after confirming that there was no suspicious movement, he put out his cigarette and told the driver expressionlessly, "Go back to the company."
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