"I'll make those two turtles, Xu Hanwen and Zheng Bohan, pay the price..."
Ji Juntao's curses still echoed in his ears, but Shang Yechu could no longer hear them clearly.
So it turns out those were all true.
The cold stares from others, the disappointed looks from Zheng Bohan and Xu Hanwen, the impatience of fellow actors, and the indifferent attitude of everyone towards him.
Shang Yechu initially thought she had a psychological problem, which was why she felt unfriendly to everyone. She even planned to take some time to see Ji Juntao for psychological counseling to cure her paranoia.
It turns out it was all true.
Those pressures weren't self-imposed by Shang Yechu, but rather invisible external pressures. Shang Yechu only subconsciously sensed them.
Shang Yechu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was happy because she probably didn't have hysteria, and psychological intervention could be avoided; she should cry because...
What are you planning to do?
Ji Juntao finally finished cursing, stopped beside Shang Yechu, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"what will you do?"
Ji Juntao paused for a moment, then finally exhaled: "I really want to say that I'm going to lead the entire company's hundreds of 'small fry' and 'crab generals' to wreak havoc on the 'Tianban' film crew."
"Um."
"But you have to finish filming this movie."
Shang Yechu glanced at Ji Juntao. Surprisingly, a look of pain appeared on Boss Ji's face. However, this man was always a mix of truth and falsehood, and Shang Yechu couldn't quite tell if it was an act.
Ji Juntao took two deep breaths, then said, "Shang Yechu, I promise you, once 'Half of the Sky' is finished filming, finished airing, and its peak popularity is over..."
A hand covered Shang Yechu's shoulder; that hand was trembling slightly.
"Once the peak of the show is over, I'm going to fish these turtles out of the pond and bleed them dry."
A drop of water fell on Shang Yechu's back. Shang Yechu looked up in surprise and found that Ji Juntao was actually crying.
Were those tears of grievance, or tears of shame?
Ji Juntao lowered his voice, filled with immense shame, and said, "I'm sorry. But you have to go back now and finish filming this show. I promise you, if I don't tear these old bastards to pieces after the show's run ends, you can leave me."
Shang Yechu lowered her head, refusing to look at Ji Juntao's tears. She focused her attention on herself and discovered that her hands were trembling as well.
"I see."
"What do you understand?"
Shang Yechu patted Ji Juntao's hand: "Xu Hanwen did this because this scene requires explosive power and should be the climax of the whole drama."
“I think Zheng Bohan must have already designed the detailed plot of the script. But it is very difficult, and he and Xu Hanwen are not sure if I can play it well. So they want to push me and put me under pressure until I explode at a certain moment.”
Shang Yechu grasped Ji Juntao's hand, her eyes darting around, not even knowing what she was looking at: "It's my fault. These past few days we've been filming comedies, and I acted too easily and effortlessly. Something was missing—Old Ji, you haven't read the complete script. Li Yiming is actually living in a state of pain and guilt."
He became increasingly incoherent as he spoke.
“I achieved 90%, and Xu Hanwen and the others wanted to push out the remaining 10%. An actor's acting skills have limits. After a certain point, the director needs to personally fill in the gaps with special techniques, such as atmosphere, temperament, underlying tone, and whatever else is involved…”
“I already know how to act this scene, Lao Ji. I can act it perfectly when I get back, I guarantee I can get it in one take.”
Shang Yechu suddenly buried her face in Ji Juntao's soft belly.
“This is not your fault, Lao Ji.”
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