Chapter 42
"The IP belongs to Tianhai. I remember this account."
Although it is the system default nickname, Orange is online every day and it looks familiar after seeing it several times.
She sighed, "Isn't his account new? How come his weight is so high? He can jump to the front row with just any post. He must be a chosen one."
"But... this is too weird." Orange frowned, feeling something was amiss. "This account appears in the comments section almost every time, never saying anything, just posting photos. And they're all of places I've been. Why do I feel like they're a sasaeng fan?"
Wen Zhenni thought about it and realized that she didn't see any suspicious people when she went home or went out.
She shook her head: "If it were a sasaeng fan, it should have been discovered long ago."
"Could it be someone you know?"
Chengzi's casual guess made Wen Zhenni's heart skip a beat, and an idea immediately popped up in her mind.
In order to confirm her guess, she opened Weibo and commented on each post.
This ID can be found in almost all the hot reviews in the past year.
The photos in the comments also correspond to the scenes in her Weibo photos.
...the robot Huanxing series, the anniversary celebration scene, the flowers on the desk, and even more so the ancient catalpa tree in front of the Zijin Bay Villa.
The characteristics are so obvious, why didn't she think of it?
Wen Zhenni was like opening a gift box and suddenly found a surprise, and she was stunned on the spot.
After coming to her senses, she quietly closed her Weibo account and handed her phone to Chengzi: "I know who it is. He's not a sasaeng fan, don't worry."
"That's good." Orange patted his chest and let out a breath.
There was a dance rehearsal scene on a rainy night. Wen Zhenni had dinner, rested for a while at the ancient town hotel where she was staying, and then returned to the set.
This scene primarily depicts the heroine's career path. She's framed by a supporting character and a colleague, swept up in public opinion, and tragically loses her lead role, forfeiting a year of diligent practice. Hit by a career slump, the heroine suffers from insomnia and practices alone under the eaves on a rainy night. This moment is witnessed by the hero, who, amidst the drizzling rain, engages in a heart-to-heart conversation, gradually opening up and warming their relationship.
Before filming began, Qiu Sicheng discussed this part with her and helped her sort out her emotional changes from loss to unwillingness and then to regaining her confidence.
With his analysis, the filming of the subsequent scenes went very smoothly.
Perhaps it was because they spent so much time together on the crew that they developed a tacit understanding. Even the emotional scenes that Wen Zhenni was most worried about were easily handled.
After working from morning till night for more than half a month, the entire crew was exhausted and worked hard every day while groaning.
After finally finishing her early work that day, Wen Zhenni dragged her tired body back to the hotel and threw herself into the bed weakly.
"I just want to sleep now, even if the sky falls!"
The accommodation in the ancient town is average, and this hotel is the best one in the town. The floor is not high, but the food is OK.
Chengzi came in with the packed food and saw her lying motionless on the bed with her eyes dull.
"It's time to eat, sis." Chengzi pulled her up and pressed her to the edge of the table. "Eat before you sleep."
Wen Zhenni sat crookedly, took the disposable chopsticks she had broken open, and mechanically picked up the food and stuffed it into her mouth.
The weather was hot, and coupled with the high-intensity shooting for several days, even someone who loves food like her had a poor appetite, so Orange bought light and appetizing dishes.
She was casually picking some vegetables while making a video call to Ciheng.
"Calling for the day?"
The camera was a little shaky, but it was clear that no one was in the house, and the background was the courtyard outside their own villa.
"Just got back to the hotel and had dinner."
Wen Zhenni poked the rice in the bowl and saw that his camera was shaking violently and he was breathing slightly as he hurried towards the shallow lake, as if he was chasing something.
Sure enough, Wen Zhenni heard him growl, "Come up quickly!"
As he spoke, he had already bent down, reached under the bridge, and pulled out a strong little boy who was soaking wet.
"Xie Xincheng!" There were street lights on the bridge, and Wen Zhenni recognized at a glance that the little boy who got himself wet was Ciheng's eldest nephew.
His name is Xie Xincheng. He is a naughty kid who will climb up the roof and tear off the tiles if he is not punished for a day.
When the naughty kid saw Wen Zhenni, he called out sweetly: "Aunt! Aunt! It's summer vacation. Why aren't you at home? I miss you. Please come back soon."
It's not that he misses her, it's that he's thinking about buying him toys.
The six-year-old boy, at the age when everyone hates him, was dragged ashore by his uncle but refused to behave himself, twisting and turning like a slippery loach.
He grabbed Ciheng's phone with his two chubby hands and kissed the screen with his chubby little face: "I'll give my aunt a kiss."
"Thank you, Xincheng! If you act naughty again, I'll send you back to your mom and dad right away."
Ciheng slapped his butt twice, then grabbed him under his armpit with one hand, forcibly carried him back, and shouted for the servants to change his clothes.
The naughty kid was really afraid that Ciheng would send him back, so as soon as he let go of her hand, he ran upstairs.
It was only when she came under the light in the living room that Wen Zhenni saw that a large area of his T-shirt was also wet.
Most likely, he got it while catching a naughty kid.
"Xie Xincheng is still as naughty as ever." Wen Zhenni held her chin and sighed, "You're done. It's not easy to take care of him. You'll be exhausted after a summer vacation."
"Last winter vacation, Ci Yu was tortured to the point that he had to stay in a hotel."
This child's parents fly all over the world and are very busy with work. His grandparents are by his side, spoiling him to no end and having no control over him at all. He's like a little emperor at home.
So, as soon as the long holidays came, his mother would send people to the Ci family, hoping that these uncles would help her discipline them.
In the past few years that Ciheng has been away from China, the Ciyu brothers have taken turns to take care of him.
Although each one was more aggressive than the other, it was not without benefits. After all, the uncles were generous and bought toys and other things.
After weighing the two options, this little rascal would of course prefer to spend his winter and summer vacations at the Ci family.
"If he wasn't naughty, he wouldn't have sent it here. His mother brought him to Tianhai today, dropped him off and left. I just came back and heard that the brat slipped out to play in the water."
Ciheng did not avoid people and took off her clothes as soon as she entered the bedroom.
"I ask you to discipline him, but can you do it?" Sarcasm doesn't work on a naughty child.
Seeing her gloating, Ciheng looked at her and said, "What do you care?"
Wen Zhenni quickly shook her hands: "No, I can't do anything about it."
It’s better to torture the big devil like this.
Seeing him walking around the room shirtless and not in a hurry to put on clothes, Wen Zhenni couldn't help but say, "Even though you're in your own home, at least put on some clothes."
Before the man could speak, his phone started shaking again.
Then a furry little head popped up, its entire chubby face pressed against the screen: "Auntie, Auntie, I want to see you."
Wen Zhenni covered her ears and leaned back subconsciously: "Xie Xincheng, there's no need to get so close. Auntie can see and hear clearly."
Ciheng raised the phone a little higher, and Xie Xincheng jumped up to grab it.
The man was so tall that he didn't need to hold up his phone. He was just playing with his six-year-old nephew like he was playing with a cat or a dog.
"Aunt, my uncle bullied me, please help me scold him."
The eldest nephew was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He jumped onto the bed and, taking advantage of the height of the bed, climbed onto Ciheng's back like a spider monkey.
The child didn't know the seriousness of the situation and scratched Ciheng's back, leaving several scratches.
"Xie Xincheng, you're itching for trouble!"
He threw his cell phone onto the quilt, pulled the person off, and threw him out the door.
When he came back, he was wearing pajamas, but there was a small scratch on his neck.
Wen Zhenni gloated a little: "I told you to put on clothes, but you didn't. Now you feel good."
The man rubbed the tiny cut for a moment, not paying much attention, and asked her casually, "What did you eat?"
Wen Zhenni flipped the camera to show him her dinner: "Stir-fried vegetables, Kung Pao chicken, shredded potatoes, and egg tomato soup."
Ciheng quipped, "Are you tired of eating meat? Are you eating grass instead?"
Wen Zhenni was speechless for two seconds and asked him, "Did you have dinner with Xie Xincheng?"
The man on the other end didn't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, but he lowered his voice and said, "It doesn't matter whether I eat or not, the main thing is I want to eat you."
Wen Zhenni was stunned for several seconds, and her first reaction was to look at Chengzi who was already stunned next to her.
Orange had half a leaf in his mouth, his eyes almost popping out.
Wen Zhenni wanted to dig a hole in the ground to crawl into it, "There are other people here! Apologize quickly and say you just made a slip of the tongue."
Not only did Ci Heng not apologize, she even teased her with a clear conscience: "What I did is nothing. Compared to you, I am like Lu Ban holding a big axe in front of his door. After all, I can't kiss you in front of others."
Orange coughed violently due to choking, and his face turned red.
Her brother-in-law doesn't treat her as an outsider, but she is too shy to be a third wheel.
"Sister, I'm done eating. I'm going out for some fresh air. I'll be back soon."
Orange grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth vigorously, then quickly grabbed her bag, closed the door, and went downstairs in one go.
Wen Zhenni's expression was about to collapse: "...You scared the little girl away. From now on, we can just talk about these kinds of lewd things in private."
The man's expression suddenly became clear, and this time he responded readily: "I understand. You want to hear me talk in bed, and you want me to talk more in private."
Wen Zhenni: "..."
Is it that men and women have different physiological structures and different brain structures?
Otherwise why do I always talk to him on two channels?
She poked at the rice, her stomach still empty, but she couldn't eat another bite.
The food was cold and hard. Ci Heng saw that she hadn't eaten much, so he asked, "Is the food there not to your liking?"
She is a glutton at home, but her stomach becomes as small as a bird's when she goes out.
"The workload is quite heavy every day. Can you handle the constant drinking and smoking?"
Wen Zhenni pursed her lips. "It definitely doesn't taste as good as the feast at home, but it's still okay. It's just that the weather is too hot, so I can't eat much."
Most of the scenes in the ancient town were shot outdoors, and it was cooler near the water. If it was in the alley, the sun would be so strong that it would hurt your head.
Ciheng: "Shall we send the chef to you?"
Wen Zhenni teased him, "It would be better to build a TV city and install a constant temperature system in every place."
Ci Heng raised the corner of his mouth: "It's not impossible."
Although it was just a casual remark, Wen Zhenni also found it incredible: "How much does a TV city cost? Mr. Ci, is your currency the same as mine?"
Ci Heng smiled and didn't continue the topic. She asked her gently, "How's the filming going? When are you going home?"
"About a week, it'll be quick."
Wen Zhenni kept busy, stacking up the lunch boxes and putting them into a bag so that Chengzi could take them away easily.
The two chatted for a few sentences until the noise of a naughty child on the other end of the video drowned out their conversation, and then they ended the call.
Ciheng put down her phone and looked at the empty bedroom, but her shadow was everywhere, and her irritation became even worse.
He walked out of the bedroom with a frown, grabbed Xie Xincheng, who was walking the servants back and forth in the corridor, and held him down. He ordered the servant, who was too tired to straighten his back, "Go call his father."
When the naughty kid heard this, he immediately became depressed: "Uncle, can we discuss this for a moment?"
Ciheng smiled gently: "No!"
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