The film set was noisy and chaotic, like a supermarket having a big sale.
As the saying goes, nothing is absolute; Ji Xiaoxiao's side was extremely deserted.
“Anran, the investors said they want a fight scene.” The director was somewhat embarrassed; at over fifty years old, the years had left their mark on his face. “Although I’m the director, there are some things I can’t do. The investors said that if we can’t add a scene where Ding Lingyu is tied up by Chen Hui, then ‘The Beauty of Morning and Evening’ will have to be put on hold!”
Having said all that, Ji Xiaoxiao really couldn't refuse. Leaving aside her lack of resources and influence, her current reputation and status meant she had very few gigs. If she refused the director's offer, Ji Xiaoxiao would have nothing to do but be sidelined.
"Director, adding scenes is a good thing. So many actors are hoping and waiting for this opportunity, how could I possibly refuse!" Not only do you need to be intelligent, but you also need to be emotionally intelligent.
Seeing that Ji Xiaoxiao was sensible, the director was very pleased and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "If you ever need anything in the future, just ask me. If I can help, I will never refuse."
In short, Ji Xiaoxiao felt somewhat comforted by the promise she received from the director.
Not long after feeling relieved, filming resumed, this time for the scene where Ding Lingyu is beaten by Chen Hui.
Ding Lingyu, dressed in a light blue cheongsam, glared at the old woman in front of her with resentment. "Chen Hui, you filthy, old slut, if you have the guts, kill me!"
Eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping are ordinary things for most people. Murder and arson, however, are things Chen Hui has always done with ease. Chen Hui is a veteran of the battlefield; killing to silence witnesses is nothing new, even dismembering bodies is entirely at her whim.
Despite her advanced age, Chen Hui was still vigorous and kicked Ding Lingyu in the stomach, causing Ding Lingyu to crash into the wall.
"Cut!" the director called out at just the right moment. "Well done!"
Ji Xiaoxiao got up from the ground, but before she could stand up, she spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed directly on Song Weiwei's face.
Filming, even if it's realistic, is ultimately just a mirage, a fleeting dream.
Who knew that Song Weiwei would take her acting too seriously and actually injure Ji Xiaoxiao, and the injury was severe. This was outrageous; using a play to harm someone, especially someone who had once been her benefactor, Song Weiwei was in deep trouble.
Everyone knew Song Weiwei's identity. Although they were wary of the person behind her, they dared not speak out against her anger. However, it was better than receiving a few contemptuous and mocking glances. Even the Heavenly King could not control everything! The sky was going to rain, and a mother still had to get married!
Ji Xiaoxiao was helped up by the kind-hearted Su Tu. Her delicate face was not flushed.
"Why didn't you pay attention to that!" Su Tu scolded Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao pushed Su Tu aside and staggered to Song Weiwei's side. Her bright eyes, like those of a hawk in the sky, calmly and ruthlessly scrutinized Song Weiwei.
"Slap." Ji Xiaoxiao slapped Song Weiwei across the face. "This slap is for that kick just now."
Song Weiwei was stunned by Ji Xiaoxiao's attack and stood there dumbfounded, unable to react.
Ji Xiaoxiao sneered and spat a mouthful of blood at Song Weiwei, calling her a "lowly wretch."
"When you were eleven, I felt sorry for you and asked my parents to help you go to school. After you graduated from university, you couldn't find a job, so I arranged everything for you. I treated you like a sister, but while I was filming in another city, you climbed up to Qiao Heyun's tree." Ji Xiaoxiao carefully examined Song Weiwei. "You've taken such good care of your brother-in-law. It must have been so hard for you."
Upon hearing this, Song Weiwei was visibly shaken.
"Sister, how could you slander me? Brother Qiao and I are completely innocent." Song Weiwei burst into tears. If she hadn't been wearing old-age makeup, she would have looked pitiful and deserving of everyone's sympathy.
The original owner no longer wanted to hide her fiery temper, as it not only disgusted herself but also emboldened the scumbag and the bitch. Therefore, Ji Xiaoxiao would naturally obey orders.
"You claim to be innocent? You've already had your fun, who are you trying to fool!"
Even though they were just ordinary words, Song Weiwei felt like she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into them.
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