It was almost evening, and the light was starting to dim.
After aimlessly wandering around the film set for a while and determining that he was not needed, Wei Qinghe returned to his dressing room with the script.
Only three or four lines highlighted in blue marker on the thick stack of the script belonged to Wei Qinghe.
The bottom of the stack of paper, deformed from being gripped for a long time, was now showing signs of wear and tear.
Wei Qinghe sat down at the desk and lit a lamp. He took out a small notebook from his bag and started calculating his expenses and debts for the past few days and the cost of his mother’s next phase of treatment.
His youthful face was serious and dignified as he counted meticulously.
Wei Qinghe presented two different images when he was speaking and when he was silent. His appearance was refined and noble. When he spoke, his youthful voice added vibrancy, while his silence gave him a melancholic air, creating an image of a beautiful yet frustrated young man.
A few minutes later, he finished calculating and checked his results.
Only then did Wei Qinghe put his things back into his bag and continued reading the script.
He knew he was handsome. A talent scout had once said that his good looks were a gift from the heavens.
However, he had to admit that he was having a hard time grasping the role he was currently playing.
The naïve and cheerful Sixth Prince...
How was he supposed to portray innocence...
Click.
The door to the dressing room was opened. Tang Youmin, who was also idle, walked in. Nobody knew what he was up to.
He was laughing unreservedly, acting like a king without a crown.
When Wei Qinghe recognized the visitor, he shifted his gaze away and continued reading his script.
"Oh, reading the script by yourself?" Tang Youmin smirked as he walked towards Wei Qinghe. "Did your nanny-assistant not come?"
By nanny-assistant, he was referring to Uncle Lin, who used to assist Wei Qinghe before he joined VG Entertainment. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Wei Qinghe ignored him, continuing to read his script under the lamp.
"But how come you’re so pitiful? Didn’t VG provide you with an assistant? Or a manager? All alone here." As Tang Youmin spoke, he casually sat on a desk next to Wei Qinghe. His gelled hair shone in the lamplight.
"No, they didn’t," Wei Qinghe replied, visibly annoyed. He shifted backwards, putting more distance between them.
Compared to other companies, VG Entertainment had fewer artists under each manager, typically only two.
Wei Qinghe’s personal assistant was currently not in the dressing room but elsewhere on the film set. His manager, for reasons unknown, was with another artist.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, Tang Youmin wore a teasing expression as he shifted closer to Wei Qinghe. "Get me a glass of water, I’m thirsty."
"Idiot."
Wei Qinghe immediately retorted and moved back further.
"Be sensible." Tang Youmin’s smirk never faded. "It’s only natural for a junior to do something for a senior."
"What senior are you? Just because you joined Southwest Entertainment at the same time as me, you think you’re a senior?"
Wei Qinghe countered.
If they were to talk about who became a trainee first, he had been there for several months longer than Tang Youmin.
"Can your VG Entertainment compare to Southwest Entertainment?"
After a pause, Tang Youmin’s expression turned puzzled. "Seriously, Wei Qinghe, where do you find the audacity to stand up to me here? Who’s your backup? Is it your rich Daddy Fugui, who you abandoned after your girlfriend got pregnant, or is it your useless mother, lying in a hospital bed, clinging to life with the help of drugs?"
As he spoke, Tang Youmin’s voice alternated between highs and lows, sometimes dragging his words on while his face bore a smug smile.
It was very annoying.
"You!"
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