Chapter 39
The next plot is the appearance of the heroine's ex-boyfriend. At the cocktail party, the successful ex-boyfriend sneered at the heroine and took advantage of her misfortune, making her look bad in front of everyone.
Wen Zhenni pointed at a comment floating by and said, "They say men become bad when they have money. Mr. Ci, do you agree with this statement?"
This question is as tricky as "If your mother and I fall into the river, should you save your mother first or me?"
Ciheng's answer was rather unconventional. He said, "I have always had money."
This sentence stopped Wen Zhenni from saying anything else. He rubbed her head and advised, "You should watch less idol dramas. They will damage your already dull brain."
"You're still discriminating based on genre... What's wrong with idol dramas? Sweet romance can stimulate the body's secretion of dopamine and endorphins, helping to boost immunity. Isn't that a lot of good?"
Wen Zhenni finished her words in one breath, then turned her head, grabbed the hand on her shoulder, and angrily bit him. "Also, why am I not smart anymore? If I really become stupid in the future, it will be because of your curse."
The puppy's teeth were quite sharp, and he'd bite her every now and then. Ciheng pinched her soft cheek, stared at the screen, and began discussing the next part of the plot.
At this time, the male protagonist came down from the sky again, saved the female protagonist from the fire, and considerately took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, and took her away from the cocktail party.
At this point, Ciheng had a question: "Why did the man have to take off his clothes and put them on her?"
Wen Zhenni thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's to portray the hero as a gentleman, to embody Su's sensuality. Or maybe it's possessiveness at work, and he doesn't want to be seen by others."
With Ciheng's straight-man mentality, he couldn't understand this sense of ritual: "But it's very hot."
“It’s winter in the play.”
"When you wear a formal dress in winter, always remember to bring your own coat. You don't need a man's coat, and it doesn't look good either."
"..." What he said made so much sense that she couldn't refute it.
But that doesn't change the fact that he's a stickler.
The plot quickly progressed to the famous scene where the male protagonist took off his clothes to show off his body. Wen Zhenni looked at the well-defined muscles on the screen, and for some reason she stretched out a finger and poked Ciheng's chest muscles.
Without any filter, his touch is still better.
She affirmed with satisfaction: "Husband, although you have shortcomings, you have more advantages. Overall, the flaws do not outweigh the merits."
Ciheng pinched her chin with her tiger's mouth again: "That's how you use idioms!"
"I can't even praise you." Wen Zhenni muttered softly, pursed her lips and fell silent, turning her gaze back to the screen and concentrating on watching the drama.
The following plot was a bit boring. Before the progress bar was halfway through, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and rolled up the quilt to lie down.
Ciheng turned off the player, took the phone from her hand, and put it on the bedside table. Then he took his own phone and opened Baidu to search:
How do actors film kissing scenes?
How do married actresses film kissing scenes?
After browsing the search results, Ciheng paused his fingertips on the screen for a few seconds and pressed the side button to turn off the screen.
He turned sideways and pulled the sleeping Wen Zhenni into his arms, his warm lips pressed against her ear: "We need to borrow the camera for the kissing scene. For the intimate scene on the bed, ask Qiu Sicheng to wear more pants and wear thicker pants. Do you understand?"
Wen Zhenni was deep in sleep. She raised her hands to cover her ears and turned over while muttering, "...You're so noisy."
The man tightened his arms, pulling her back a little, his breath brushing against her nose: "Then you say um."
The extremely sleepy person made a vague nasal sound: "Hmm."
Ci Heng was finally satisfied and rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair: "So good."
The next day, the crew moved to the city center. The next few days' scenes needed to be filmed inside a commercial building, so Orange came to pick them up at five in the morning.
Another actress had a serious case of choking on water and needed to rest for half a day, so she didn't come in the morning. Fortunately, her scene went through smoothly and no reshoots were needed, so today's filming schedule was not delayed at all.
During the intermission, Wen Zhenni took the phone back from Chengzi, hid under the parasol, and read today's news.
The hot searches about her have long been removed, but the role she played in the drama is still gaining popularity.
Wen Zhenni glanced at the highly trafficked press releases, her expression filled with surprise. "In last night's episode, I only showed up for a few seconds, right?"
Chengzi came over to take a look and explained to her, "My sister's portrayal of Bai Yueguang was so successful that the crew took advantage of the trending search and released behind-the-scenes footage and materials from the previous shoot, which earned her a lot of attention."
Where there is heat, there is bound to be controversy. Wen Zhenni searched the real-time data out of curiosity. Some said that she had turned a disaster into a blessing, while others said that she fell into the water for publicity.
Seeing some of the overly ridiculous comments later, she and Orange couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?"
Qin Qing, who came to visit her, handed her a cup of fruit tea and asked, "How do you feel today?"
Wen Zhenni sipped her fruit tea and nodded confidently, "I've found the feeling. I feel good."
While she was filming, Qin Qing stood by and observed, and praised her performance today: "You've really gotten into the groove, and you've made considerable progress."
"It's just a little unnatural. If the expression is more restrained and the emotional level is more delicate, the effect will be better."
She hit the key point, and Wen Zhenni also felt that this was the case: "I'll think about it when I get home."
Qiu Sicheng walked over from a distance and said with a smile, "Maybe we are too familiar with each other and haven't yet fully adjusted to each other."
The two have been friends for many years, and Qin Qing has also heard a little about them: "Teacher Qiu and Zhen Ni have known each other for so many years, but this is the first time they have worked together."
Qiu Sicheng spread his hands and said, "So what kind of luck is this? We've been in relationships for several rounds, and now it's our turn. As a result, Ni'er and I are familiar with each other in private, but not during the filming."
After he finished speaking, everyone around him laughed.
The talk of "transferring to love" was just a joke to lighten the mood.
In this industry, someone of Qiu Sicheng's stature had long been familiar with the likes of international directors, top-tier agents, and other top figures in the industry. Qin Qing had also come into contact with him many times and had a very good impression of him, both in terms of his character and his professional abilities.
Qiu Sicheng was willing to take on this idol drama, and in the final analysis, it was Wen Zhenni who made the profit.
Therefore, Qin Qing chatted with him for a long time until the filming started.
Before leaving, Qin Qing reminded Wen Zhenni, "The schedule for 'Celebrity Night' at the end of the month has been finalized. You and Qiu Sicheng will walk the red carpet together. Don't forget."
"Okay, I'll remember that." Wen Zhenni nodded enthusiastically and handed the fruit tea cup to Chengzi. "Then I'm going to film."
"Go ahead." Qin Qing encouraged, "Take good pictures."
The filming in the afternoon was in full swing, starting with the office scenes and then moving to a bustling shopping mall.
It was Friday's rush hour, and the filming scene attracted a large number of passers-by to stop and watch, making the surrounding area crowded and even the shopping mall much busier than usual.
Jiang Lin came out of the mall elevator with her assistant. It was already dark and the crew was finishing work. A large number of staff members surrounded the main actors and walked towards them.
The actress walking last was surrounded by a large number of fans. She was protected by bodyguards, smiling and waving to everyone around her, causing screams from the mall.
The actress was wearing a spring costume, and perhaps considering her photogenic appearance, her makeup looked particularly heavy under the light.
But those eyes filled with starlight are so unique that it is hard to forget them once you have seen them.
What's more, Jiang Lin had seen it countless times up close.
Under the dim light, Jiang Lin pursed her lips slightly, and her knuckles turned blue and white from holding the phone too tightly.
"Mr. Jiang?" The assistant behind her noticed her abnormality.
"Who is that actress?" Jiang Lin's eyes followed the focus of the crowd.
"Mr. Jiang doesn't follow the entertainment industry, so he might not know that she is Wen Zhenni, the lead dancer of the girl group Sweety."
Seeing his boss's back suddenly straighten, the assistant was a little confused: "Boss Jiang, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Jiang Lin retracted her gaze and her voice returned to calm. "You should leave work first. I have some personal matters to attend to."
As the crowd poured out of the mall, Jiang Lin followed. She watched Wen Zhenni being stuffed into the nanny car by the staff and waved to stop a taxi.
About half an hour later, Wen Zhenni, who had changed into casual clothes and was wearing a mask, got out of the nanny car and walked quickly into a fusion restaurant.
When I found the reserved table, Qiu Sicheng was already sitting there waiting.
Wen Zhenni took off her mask and just sat down opposite him when tonight's host Xi Miao rushed in at the right time.
"Damn it!" Xi Miao barely caught his breath as he threw his bag onto the sofa. His face flushed red, and he was clearly furious. "That bastard Ci Heng actually blocked me! I only found out when I called Ni Bao."
Qiu Sicheng paused flipping through the magazine and looked at her with a smile: "Oh, did you offend him?"
"It's not the first day I've had a disagreement with him!" Xi Miao was very self-aware. She pointed at Wen Zhenni and said, "Baby, take out your phone and have a look."
Wen Zhenni really didn't know about this, and confusedly pulled out the blacklist from her address book.
He was really blocked.
“…”Maybe it was last night.
"See? That bastard must have blocked me while Nibao wasn't paying attention." Xi Miao was furious. "If I say anything nice about him again, I'll be a dog."
"Calm down." Seeing her so agitated, Qiu Sicheng quickly handed her a glass of lemonade. "This time, I have to be fair. Ni'er's phone calls didn't stop yesterday, and you called the most. Dozens of calls bombarded me continuously. Even I couldn't handle it."
Xi Miao glared at him: "Which side are you on?!"
Qiu Sicheng said in a gentle tone, "It's about the matter, not the person."
"Okay." Wen Zhenni released her from the blacklist. "To make amends, I'll treat you to a meal."
"Don't fight with me, it's my treat."
Xi Miao was furious just a second ago, but immediately switched to a smiley face. "I have good news for you. We at Nan Guo Ji have secured the clothing sponsorship for the host of 'Celebrity Night'."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Wen Zhenni was the most enthusiastic and immediately applauded her. "Congratulations, our Nan Guo Ji has taken another big step forward."
Xi Miao pressed his hands down: "Keep a low profile, stay calm and continue to develop."
Qiu Sicheng knew about the clothing studio she and her friend had co-founded. Since they had been friends since childhood, he was willing to help if he could. "That carp-shaped thing Ni'er wore last time looks great to me and has great potential. How about you make me a dress for the red carpet at Celebrity Night?"
To have the triple-Award-winning actor wear it and walk on the red carpet is something many people would love to have.
"Then it's settled." Xi Miao didn't bother to be polite. "Nan Guo Ji has more everyday styles, and the dresses should be more decorative. Mingxia just came back with samples of the dresses she designed. I'll show them to your team tomorrow."
"What about mine?" Wen Zhenni hugged her hand and shook it, "I want one too. You can't be partial."
As a businessman, Xi Miao certainly accepts all offers, but as a friend, she can only shake her head: "You are a popular actress. If you are ridiculed by the whole network for not being able to rent a blue-blooded dress, I will be the eternal sinner."
"It's not that serious." Wen Zhenni disagreed. "Our traditional Chinese style elements are no worse than those of the big brands. You are really belittling yourself!"
"Ni'er is right." Qiu Sicheng reassured Xi Miao, "Ni'er and I will be walking the red carpet, and if we have to be mocked, we'll do it together. Sharing the burden between us will disperse the firepower, and it will also bring more heat."
"That's right." Xi Miao hesitated for a few seconds, "Then... should I talk to your stylist?"
Wen Zhenni nodded: "Let's talk about it. I'll talk to Sister Qin. She's not an old-fashioned person and will consider my suggestion."
Just by going out for a meal, he secured two top-tier clothing sponsorships. The gloom Xi Miao felt when he entered the room was swept away: "I have to tell Mingxia the good news quickly."
She typed quickly with her fingertips, sending a message to Mingxia, and the waiter here started serving the dishes.
Because it was Xi Miao's last-minute treat, Wen Zhenni sent a message to Ciheng early in the morning, telling him that there was a dinner party and she would be back late.
At this moment, she received a reply. He said that he was socializing nearby and would come to pick her up after it was over.
So as soon as dinner was over, Wen Zhenni separated from Xi Miao and Qiu Sicheng.
She went to the bathroom and wiped her hands with paper towels while walking towards the exit.
As soon as I arrived at the rest and waiting area, Ciheng called me: "Come out, the car is outside."
"Okay, I'll be right there." She was about to hang up the phone when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking out the light in front.
Wen Zhenni subconsciously raised her head. The woman in her sight was wearing a professional suit. Her chestnut curly hair was casually tied behind her head, with only a few strands of hair hanging down on her cheeks.
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The author has something to say: I am considering whether to write a sequel.
[Melt down] Actually, I rarely write sequels. One reason is that I’m lazy, and the other is that I’m also lazy.
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