Chapter 43
There was only one day left for filming in the ancient town. At ten o'clock in the morning, in the courtyard of the ancient restaurant, the highlight of the scene where the heroine and the supporting actress had a falling out took place.
As long-standing rivals, even though the supporting actress had successfully edged out the lead actress for the ballet, she still harbored jealousy towards the exceptionally talented lead actress. At this moment, the dance troupe had just returned from dinner when, over the lead actress's best friend's protest, the two groups engaged in a brawl in the courtyard.
The camera was focused on a small courtyard that had just rained. Amidst the shouting and scolding, the heroine was pushed by one of the girls, and the heel of her leather shoe got stuck in the seam of the bluestone slab. She fell awkwardly into a puddle of water on the ground.
The muddy water soaked her coat and skirt, shattering the last shred of her rationality. The heroine's temper exploded, and she engaged in a scuffle with her supporting actress. With the arrival of the heroine's ex-fiancé, the supporting actress, who had previously been pulling at her hair, suddenly changed her expression. With the help of her friends, she began to whine and play the victim, shifting the blame.
This scene was full of tension, and everyone's emotions were captured perfectly, and it was passed in one take.
"Let's eat, let's keep working hard this afternoon." The director rubbed his hands with satisfaction and announced that the actors could have lunch and rest early.
The actress who played the supporting actress immediately came over and hugged Wen Zhenni, asking if she was hurt anywhere.
Wen Zhenni waved her hands: "That's not true. You got the point across just right. I was really scared that time."
"Really? It was just everyone's emotions that got to the point where I just reacted subconsciously."
While the two were talking, the makeup artist came forward to help Wen Zhenni tie her hair.
Because this outfit would be worn throughout the entire day, Wen Zhenni took off her coat and handed it to Chengzi. She bent down to lift up the stained hem of her skirt and heard the buzzing sound of her cell phone.
Chengzi handed her the phone: "It's my brother-in-law."
Wen Zhenni put the phone to her ear: "What a coincidence, I just finished filming here and am getting ready to eat."
"Yeah?"
On the other end of the phone, the man said in a low voice, with a smile, "Then come upstairs to eat."
Wen Zhenni didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and was still wondering what was wrong with what she said when she heard the crisp shouting of a child on the phone.
"I saw you! Uncle..."
The voice seemed to be not far away, but it stopped abruptly before the second half of the sentence was finished, as if someone suddenly covered his mouth.
Wen Zhenni looked around and searched around aimlessly, but found nothing.
The person on the other end of the phone helplessly reminded: "Behind you, on the third floor."
Wen Zhenni turned around and the first thing she saw was Xie Xincheng being held in Lu Fangyang's arms at the window on the third floor of the restaurant.
She was slightly stunned, and after explaining a few things to Chengzi, she walked quickly towards the restaurant, saying, "Why did you bring Xie Xincheng with you?"
Ciheng: "Ciyu has no way to deal with him. The old lady is old and it affects her energy. The other people in the family can't control him either, so I can only keep him by my side."
"You can control it?" She raised the end of her voice, with a tone of disbelief.
The person on the other end didn't say anything else, and Wen Zhenni had already gone up to the third floor.
She hung up the phone, pushed open the door of the private room, and saw Ciheng sitting by the window, holding a teacup in one hand and a cell phone in the other. He paused for a moment when he noticed the sight behind him.
I haven't seen him for more than half a month. The man in front of me looks thinner and there is obvious fatigue between his brows.
It is said that during the half month that she was filming in the ancient town, he was also traveling around on business and had almost no free time.
Before Wen Zhenni could ask him why he was here, a small figure slammed into her arms like a cannonball, "Aunt!"
"Aunt, I miss you." Xie Xincheng took her hand, asked her to squat down, and gave her two kisses on the face.
"Aunt misses you too." Wen Zhenni cupped the naughty child's chubby cheek. It felt so good, like a toy, and she couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.
Ci Heng waved: "Thank you Xincheng, sit down and eat."
Xie Xincheng actually listened to him. He had just been sticking to him, but when he heard this, he sat down next to him obediently without any hesitation.
"He really listens to you." Wen Zhenni was very surprised. "How did you subdue him?"
The Ci brothers, though all with different personalities, weren't easily manipulated. In other words, no one dared to act tough in front of them. But Xie Xincheng, the brat, was unyielding and unyielding, and no one could subdue him.
Lu Fangyang had taken care of him all along and had experienced his power, so he had a say: "He's very shrewd and knows how to judge people. If you're gentle, he'll think you're easy to bully. If you're fierce, he'll be even fiercer than you. Reasoning with him is completely useless because he won't listen to reason."
"Boss Ci didn't waste time with him and directly asked his father to come and pick him up. His father was really ruthless when beating his children. He started with stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots and beat them until they were all broken. Tsk..."
Perhaps the memory of that beating was too vivid, and when Lu Fangyang exposed his scar, Xie Xincheng didn't say a word, but just made a face at him.
Lu Fangyang already knew his lifeblood, and said with a smile, "Little ancestor, you better be a good boy. Otherwise, even if your father goes to the North Pole, your uncle can bring him back."
Xie Xincheng quickly glanced at his uncle. The pain in his buttocks from being spanked was burning again.
Fortunately, the waiter came in and served the food, and the topic was finally put to an end.
Wen Zhenni took the chopsticks that Ciheng had scalded, tilted her head and asked him, "Why did you come here so suddenly?"
Although this is an ancient town, it is a very unpopular tourist destination. Small places are not sophisticated, and the dishes and chopsticks in the restaurant are all worn out. Ciheng's expression is obviously disgusted, and he repeatedly scalded the dishes and chopsticks with boiling water.
When Wen Zhenni asked, he lowered his eyes and burned his chopsticks, his expression calm: "Yes, I'm on my way on a business trip. The old lady was worried, so she asked me to stop by and see you."
What he said... Lu Fangyang could hardly suppress the smile on his face.
It’s true that I’m on a business trip, but it’s across several cities, so how can it be on my way?
He took a detour to come here and even had to make excuses for himself, saying that the old lady forced him to do so.
Even if the old lady asked him to come, the distance is too far and he cannot obey the king's orders. Can she still tie him up and bring him here?
It can be seen that it is useless to be stubborn.
"I'm telling you guys, we've been friends since childhood, but you didn't even invite me to dinner. That's really not nice of you."
These words were not said by anyone present, but by Qiu Sicheng who came in with the waiter.
He looked a gentle and refined person, but he pulled out an empty chair and sat down in a familiar manner, asking the waiter to add a set of bowls and chopsticks.
He glanced at Lu Fangyang, who was beaming with joy, and said jokingly, "Assistant Lu, what happy thing are you thinking of?"
Lu Fangyang replied with a smile: "I am a naturally optimistic person."
Qiu Sicheng was sitting across from Ci Heng, smiling broadly, his tone teasing, "That's right. Working alongside our President Ci requires a certain level of optimism."
No matter what he said, Ciheng didn't even bother to bat an eyelid, completely ignoring him.
The waiter quickly brought over the chopsticks. Qiu Sicheng took them and shook his head as he looked at the seafood on the table. "Lime and pineapple shrimp, spicy stir-fried razor clams, stewed soft-shelled turtle... If you come to the ancient town, you have to catch everything swimming in the water."
Ciheng: "I don't think I invited you."
"As for adding a pair of chopsticks, one more won't make much difference. Mr. Ci has a big family and a lot of wealth, so he wouldn't be so stingy, right?"
Qiu Sicheng's shamelessness was natural. He picked up some food for himself and stood up to fill a bowl of turtle soup. "Besides, if I didn't come, how could you two keep your secret meeting in the restaurant secret? I volunteered to be your tool and didn't even ask you for hush money..."
"Ahem." Wen Zhenni interrupted him, "Brother Cheng, hurry up and eat. We're still filming."
I am usually quite talkative, but I didn’t expect that after getting together with Ciheng, I would become even more talkative.
Wen Zhenni's eyes flickered between the two of them, thinking that Ciheng had met his match.
Qiu Sicheng was prompted by Wen Zhenni and remembered that he had a kissing scene in the afternoon. He repeated his old trick and said, "After many years, we are filming a kissing scene. I need to think about how to shoot the kissing scene this afternoon and the kiss in the snow later on, and how to make it more beautiful and moving."
As soon as he saw Ciheng, he couldn't control his mouth and wanted to tease him, hoping to make him faint from anger.
Ciheng is calm and rational, and most importantly, he will review the situation afterwards.
With the experience of the previous encounter with the drowning incident, he glanced at someone calmly and said, "You've filmed so many movies, but you still act like you've never seen the world. When you film a kissing scene, you can't wait to announce to the world that you have a kissing scene."
"..." Lu Fangyang next to him had a lobster in his mouth, and his gossipy eyes could hardly be restrained.
Wen Zhenni's hand trembled, and she accidentally picked up a piece of the broccoli she hated the most. She said this only to shut Qiu Sicheng up, not to let him use his divergent thinking to shut up her husband.
In the entire private room, only the little nephew with his mouth full of greasy food was there. He was completely unaware of the undercurrent at the table and was still busy eating.
“Because it’s with Ni’er.”
Qiu Sicheng tried to describe the scene to him. "Back then, we were filming an idol drama, and the snow where they kissed in the snow was actually foam. Now, the crew can deploy several snow machines simultaneously to create a grand spring snowfall. Mr. Ci, use your romantic instincts and imagine me holding Ni'er's hand, happily strolling through the snow-covered city."
"Oh," Ciheng commented nonchalantly, "I can't freeze you to death."
Wen Zhenni: "...cough."
Why would he talk about romance with a man who has negative romantic cells?
The day was filled with chatter.
Qiu Sicheng choked, thinking that this guy was quite boring. He turned his head to look at Wen Zhenni: "Ni'er, does he usually chat with you like this?"
To be honest, yes.
But she was used to it. Not all domineering CEOs looked like those in novels.
As an understanding little sun, she must accept diversity of personality.
Wen Zhenni grumbled in her heart, but said, "It's okay. Don't you think it's funny?"
"I don't think so." Qiu Sicheng shook his head decisively, "I just think you are quite protective of your shortcomings."
These words sounded unexpectedly beautiful coming from Qiu Sicheng's mouth.
It can be seen that there are some shining points when he speaks human language.
Ci Heng raised the corners of his lips: "I know you envy someone who protects me."
Qiu Sicheng's teeth were about to ache: "What kind of pot should be matched with what kind of stove."
The round pot sits on a round stove, obviously a set.
Ci Heng thought this was right and accepted it with a smile, while reminding him: "Filming intimate scenes is a job requirement, Mr. Qiu, remember to use a gentleman's hand."
Qiu Sicheng was impressed by this man: "Your desire for control is beyond imagination."
"I can understand that unmarried people don't have much imagination."
Ciheng picked up the broccoli from Wen Zhenni's bowl as naturally as if she had repeated the action thousands of times and it had become muscle memory.
Qiu Sicheng noticed this action and shook his head.
Lu Fangyang, who was standing next to him, watched the show silently, as shocked as if he had seen a world wonder.
Normally the boss is like a carnivorous plant, always looking like he doesn't want anyone to get close to him. But today I saw that he can actually be quite good at talking when it comes to gossiping.
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