Chapter 8, Chapter 8, Come to My RV
"Let's talk."
Jiang Jiaoming's hand was still pressed on the close button. He was standing very close to Liang Kongxiang, and from behind, it almost looked like Jiang Jiaoming was half-embracing Liang Kongxiang.
The scent of sandalwood wafted over faintly.
Liang Kongxiang took a step further in without making a sound, her right arm pressed against the cold elevator.
Jiang Jiaoming glanced at the distance between their toes, took a small step back, but his finger remained on the elevator close button.
She didn't know what he wanted to talk about when her phone vibrated twice. Without even looking, she knew it was a message from Chen Yun.
Jiang Jiaoming's gaze inadvertently swept over the lit screen, which was labeled Chen, presumably her agent.
Liang Kongxiang didn't care what he saw, and simply explained, "Unfortunately, Mr. Jiang, I have to get my makeup done now, let's talk later."
“Okay,” Jiang Jiaoming didn’t make things difficult for her, speaking in a routine tone: “Pick a time and place so that people don’t misunderstand our relationship.”
“It’s been so long, there’s nothing to misunderstand.” Liang Kongxiang raised her chin, gesturing for Jiang Jiaoming to let go: “Let’s wrap up work tonight. There are too many people and too much gossip on set, so come to my trailer.”
"If you get photographed, how will you explain it?" Jiang Jiaoming asked. "Will you say it's a misunderstanding, or that it's your ex?"
"President Jiang, please don't make things difficult for me." Liang Kongxiang smiled and said, "I'm an artist, and talking too much about my personal life online is not good for my career."
"Knowing that Professor Liang is popular, I was just letting you know in advance, right?" he said meaningfully, "so that we wouldn't have to resort to the company's PR team giving bad advice like at the last awards ceremony when we couldn't get in touch with you. Hope I haven't caused you any trouble?"
"It's no trouble at all, as long as I didn't cause any trouble for President Jiang."
"You're too kind." Jiang Jiaoming moved his hand away and took two steps back.
With a ding, the elevator doors finally opened.
Chen Yun was standing outside the door, talking on the phone, and was momentarily taken aback.
Her own artist and Jiang Jiaoming were both inside, each standing on one side, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange... Her phone was still pressed against her ear, and she subconsciously looked at Liang Kongxiang's phone, which was on and vibrating.
Her intuition told her that Liang Kongxiang and Jiang Jiaoming must have had something unpleasant happen in the elevator. Otherwise, given Liang Kongxiang's personality, she wouldn't have ignored her calls. In Liang Kongxiang's mind, there was almost nothing more important than work.
She was lost in thought for a long time, and even forgot to say goodbye to Jiang Jiaoming when the elevator doors closed. By the time she realized it, the elevator doors had already closed.
Without thinking too much, Chen Yun took Liang Kongxiang to the room for a massage to reduce the swelling, planning to find an opportunity to ask her about her relationship with Jiang Jiaoming, making sure it wouldn't affect her career.
"Sister, the coffee is ready." Chang Xin placed the coffee on the table next to her. Liang Kongxiang was sitting at the table with her eyes closed, putting on makeup. She hummed softly, repeatedly thinking about the scene of the first scene in her mind.
The curtains were half-drawn, and the sky, which was nearly five o'clock, was already tinged with a pale white. Chen Yun pulled the curtains open completely and opened the window to let the natural breeze in, instantly ventilating the stuffy room.
“I heard that the second and third female leads are still arguing over billing.” Chen Yun sat down next to Liang Kongxiang, her arm resting on the edge of the table full of cosmetics. “You’re not familiar with either of them, but I met the third female lead, Gao Ling, yesterday. She’s not exactly clever, but she has powerful connections. Fantasy Pictures, the co-producer of this film, wants to promote her, so she’s naturally qualified to compete for third billing.”
Generally speaking, the success of a movie is attributed to the actors within the top three billing, which makes it easy for fans to brag about and serves as proof of their status.
After all, male actors generally have an easier time getting ahead and rising in status than female actors, especially middle-aged actors like Xiang Hang. He can get good scripts and is not too old to win major awards. However, the competition for awards is fierce, and it is indeed not easy to win a substantial award.
"Understood." Liang Kongxiang closed her eyes and suddenly instructed, "Park the RV somewhere far from the film set. I'll be back late tonight after filming."
In the mirror, the makeup artist, wearing a mask, glanced at Liang Kongxiang upon hearing this. Chen Yun said, "Okay, just contact Xiao Fang and have him send you the location."
Ultimately, Chen Yun didn't trust anyone and didn't ask for clarification at this point. However, based on her previous experience shooting outdoor commercials, Director Cao had all staff sign strict confidentiality agreements from the beginning. Even the hotel staff and extras on set kept their identities tightly confidential, so not a single picture of the film was leaked before filming even started. Assuming Liang Kongxiang really was...
Chen Yun glanced at Liang Kongxiang again.
*
"Hey, I say..." Zhang Bingjie yawned, his eyes still bloodshot, and leaned against the door, asking Jiang Jiaoming, who was already dressed, "Why are you up so early?"
He looked him up and down, walked over and circled around Jiang Jiaoming, gossiping, "Hey, why are you scratching your hair? You're practically using hair gel, aren't you?"
Jiang Jiaoming glanced at him coldly, walked past him to open the closet to look for clothes, rummaged through the clothes without seeing the crew logo, and turned back to ask, "Where are the clothes?"
"There it is, the living room sofa. They're the same size, about the same build. I had them get one of the same size." Zhang Bingjie pointed to the sofa, where two plastic bags of clothes were folded up.
He said this without batting an eye, completely ignoring the fact that Jiang Jiaoming was five centimeters taller and more muscular than him.
However, Jiang Jiaoming wasn't thinking about that, so he didn't argue with Zhang Bingjie. He stood by the sofa, staring at the outfit.
She was wearing the same clothes just now, with a cold and aloof demeanor.
Jiang Jiaoming sneered, took out a black T-shirt with the words "Brilliant Past" printed on it from a transparent plastic bag, took off the shirt and put it on.
"Wow!" Zhang Bingjie exclaimed dramatically, toothbrush in hand, "Anyone who didn't know better would think the male lead has been replaced. Won't you steal Xiang Hang's thunder if you go out like this?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Jiaoming glanced at him, picked up another piece of clothing from the sofa and threw it at him. Fortunately, Zhang Bingjie reacted quickly enough, grabbed the clothing with both hands and tucked it into his arms. He glared angrily at Jiang Jiaoming with a mouthful of white spittle on his face, and got angry again.
"Go to hell, Jiang Jiaoming, is your young master syndrome acting up again?" He mumbled, trying to avoid accidentally swallowing saliva. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash up and change, muttering as he walked to the door, "Is the film set some kind of place for you to be reincarnated or what? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Jiang Jiaoming ignored him.
When the two arrived at the film set, most of the main cast and crew were already there. Wang Jianbo was leading a group of people to set up the altar, and he was surrounded by a group of people.
"Where's Liang Kongxiang?" Zhang Bingjie glanced around discreetly, nudged Jiang Jiaoming, and whispered, "Have you seen her?"
"You seem to care quite a bit about her," Jiang Jiaoming said casually.
“Hey, that’s an interesting thing to say,” Zhang Bingjie, who had been looking around, suddenly turned to Jiang Jiaoming, and said sarcastically, “How can I compare to you? This is just a normal person’s attitude towards a normal person, OK?”
Jiang Jiaoming said expressionlessly, "Normal people don't spit when they talk."
Zhang Bingjie: "..."
His words of retort were almost on the tip of his tongue, but remembering they were on a film set, he swallowed them back. After all, this bastard was President Jiang in public. He could only grit his teeth and follow behind Jiang Jiaoming.
Jiang Jiaoming walked over to Cao Lengyu, avoiding the tangled black wires on the ground. Cao Lengyu was standing next to a large black shipping container, her shoulder-length hair covering half her face. She was making a phone call, and Jiang Jiaoming could only hear what she was saying when he got closer.
"Okay, sure. You and Kong Xiang wait upstairs, I'll have the driver meet you." Cao Lengyu hung up the phone, and when she saw that it was Jiang Jiaoming coming over, she was stunned for a moment before smiling and saying, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhang, good morning."
"Good morning." Jiang Jiaoming gave a perfunctory greeting and was about to head towards Wang Jianbai when Zhang Bingjie grabbed his sleeve: "Good morning, good morning, Director Cao, I just heard you say that Liang Kongxiang is waiting upstairs?"
Jiang Jiaoming pulled his arm back, clearly uninterested in the matter, and headed towards the offering table alone. Zhang Bingjie followed him a while later, and when no one was around, he scolded him: "Why are you walking so fast..."
He stared at Jiang Jiaoming thoughtfully for a while, and Jiang Jiaoming looked at him expressionlessly: "If you're sick, go get treatment."
"Hey." Zhang Bingjie suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "How about we go pick up Liang Kongxiang?"
Am I sick?
“You just found out, bro?” Zhang Bingjie said with a look that said, ‘You’re really crazy.’ “Director Cao said Liang Kongxiang’s car broke down, and taking a taxi would expose her makeup. I figured she doesn’t know anyone in the crew, and it wouldn’t be convenient for her to borrow a driver from someone else, so she asked Director Cao for help. I just talked to Director Cao, I said I was going back to the hotel to get something and would pick up Liang Kongxiang on the way. What do you say, are you coming or not?”
"Are you trying to create scandals for her?" Jiang Jiaoming looked at him. "You're a producer, and I'm the lead investor and producer. What will people think when she gets out of our car?"
Zhang Bingjie's expression was a little strange. "I thought you really hated her. Turns out you can consider her feelings after all."
"You're overthinking it. It would be the same no matter who it was."
Indeed, upon careful consideration, Zhang Bingjie realized that a pampered young master like Jiang Jiaoming, who was used to having everything done for him, would never accept someone he didn't like, and might even get himself into trouble. Seeing his reaction, Zhang Bingjie didn't say anything, only muttering under his breath, "...I really don't know how your first love managed to keep the relationship going."
Jiang Jiaoming heard it, but didn't say anything. He stared at the microphone being held up in the distance, the noisy film set making him increasingly irritable.
*
Liang Kongxiang had just changed into her costume from the film crew. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her makeup was bright and striking, a look that was rare for her.
To bring good luck, today's first scene will be a relatively lighthearted one from the movie.
Liang Kongxiang plays the character Bo Wenxiang, a woman whose life is decadent and riddled with flaws. She has virtually no ability to care for herself and is suddenly diagnosed with cancer just as she decides to end her life. She decides to travel alone to one of the world's most mysterious islands to live like a primitive person again, embarking on a lifelong exploration in which she experiences growth and discovers the meaning of life.
This morning we were shooting the early version of Bo Wenxiang, with her hair dyed in all sorts of colors and silver studs on her brow bone and lips. Luckily, Liang Kongxiang played this role; her facial features are three-dimensional and distinct, giving her a dignified and elegant appearance. No matter how she was made up, her cool and aloof face wouldn't look vulgar.
She always had a sense of aloofness about her, as if she were isolated from the world, making people afraid to approach or offend her easily. Seeing her was like seeing a patch of green moss, with a faint chill spreading around you.
Liang Kongxiang's phone vibrated on the dressing table. The number's location was Gongtai City. Chen Yun was sitting next to her texting. She glanced at the unfamiliar number and said without thinking, "Don't answer it. It's probably a spam call."
“No.” After a while, Liang Kongxiang suddenly said, looking at the string of numbers.
Her tone was too certain; it didn't sound like Liang Kongxiang.
Chen Yun frowned, about to ask her how she knew, when she saw her swipe to answer the call and place it on the vanity table, but she didn't speak first.
The makeup artist and assistant took a taxi to the film set first to avoid being accused of being arrogant, so the room was extremely quiet.
The call screen showed 00:03, but no one spoke.
Liang Kongxiang stared at the number she knew by heart, lost in thought.
The call screen showed 00:10, and then someone spoke.
"It's me."
A note from the author:
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Jiang Jiaoming's response: Is it a misunderstanding, or is it about his ex?
Jiang Jiaoming's inner thoughts: Go tell the whole world that I'm your ex.
Liang Kongxiang (with a cold expression)
Actually, our Kong Xiang sometimes has those adorable moments where she has a cold face... She can be shy with a cool and composed expression, but usually, only Jiang Jiaoming can really tell, hahaha [calico cat emoji][calico cat emoji][calico cat emoji]
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