Chapter 589 Water and Oil Spots (Two Chapters Combined) After filming the scenes for the two days, Shang Yechu should leave the crew.
Zhuang Sheng became very silent, a silence that bordered on cowardice.
Normally, when he encountered the trio from Happiness Street, his gaze was always filled with scrutiny and disdain. Especially when he saw Huang Feizhang, it was almost provocative. If it weren't for Mei Yaohong stopping him and Zhang Pangzi dissuading him, the two would have fought countless times. Now, when he bumped into them again, Zhuang Sheng lowered his head and slowly walked around them. If Shang Yechu was with them, he would at most add a muffled "Hello, Sister Yechu."
Huang Feizhang mocked Shang Yechu and the others, saying, "This is what you call feeling ashamed of yourself!"
Wu Jianing, as always, was sweet-talking and always had a smile on her face as she bustled around the film set. In Qi Ming's words, she used to be diligent, but not in the right way. Now she was much better.
Although on the surface, the two seemed to have turned over a new leaf, Shang Yechu never believed that a person's nature could be changed in a day. After finishing her own scenes, Shang Yechu stayed on set for half a day, making sure the director finished filming the scene that Zhuang Sheng and Wu Jianing didn't want to shoot.
This time, the two didn't refuse and diligently completed the filming under the director's guidance. Zhuang Sheng was covered in watercolor, becoming a walking graffiti wall.
From Shang Yechu's perspective, their performance was still a bit immature, but the director was very satisfied, so Shang Yechu couldn't say anything. Nothing in this world is perfect, and she understood that.
Just like when she arrived, Shang Yechu left without disturbing the film crew. Only a few close friends came to see her off.
Qi Ming didn't come; she, Huang Feizhang, and Wu Jianing still had a night shoot to do and needed to get ready and rest. This left Shang Yechu somewhat disappointed.
What she regretted most was that Grandma Hu wasn't at the shopping street because the film crew was taking up space. Shang Yechu, with his tight schedule and paparazzi constantly chasing after him, also couldn't visit her. And what about the renowned writer Sheng Wenzhi? She wondered how he was doing in the shopping street.
Mei Yaohong and Fatty Zhang barely exchanged a few words. Jian Xiaojun, however, went on and on, her central idea being the same: she absolutely had to expose the script thieves, not just Yu Bei, but also the other thieves from Guanjun Century and Tianding Entertainment. If she failed this time, she would go into seclusion to become a master screenwriter and then launch another attack.
After they finished speaking, Shang Yechu was about to leave when she suddenly saw someone running towards her from a distance. As the figure drew closer, it turned out to be Zhuang Sheng.
Zhuang Sheng walked over quickly, but his mouth remained tightly shut, and he didn't say a word. Jian Xiaojun and the other two, of course, didn't particularly like him either, and wouldn't take the initiative to greet him. An eerie silence fell over the room.
No matter how complicated things were for Zhuang Sheng, coming to see her off was a token of his affection. Seeing that he didn't speak, Shang Yechu patted his shoulder: "You did well today. It would have been even better if you hadn't been so inconsistent. Be down-to-earth and focus on your acting."
Zhuang Sheng stiffened and lowered his eyes.
As one of the company's owners, and especially after "Happiness Street, Please Come In!", Shang Yechu increased her shareholding and became more attentive to the company's development. Zhuang Sheng is one of the most devoted fans among the younger generation of artists; she shouldn't upset him too much.
"President Ji values you highly, don't let him down," Shang Yechu advised again. Although she had offended Zhuang Sheng terribly, Ji Juntao should still have some influence.
Zhuang Sheng made two apologies, but still didn't say anything.
Shang Yechu glanced at her watch. She had plenty of time to catch her flight, but if she factored in traffic jams and the possibility of running into fans, it would be a bit risky. She stopped worrying about why Zhuang Sheng wasn't speaking and waved to everyone, saying, "Alright, I'm leaving. Goodbye, everyone."
Zhuang Sheng said urgently, "Wait!...Can you wait a moment?"
"Is there anything else?" Shang Yechu raised an eyebrow. If Zhuang Sheng was here to report on Wu Jianing or fight for top billing, then this guy could just be buried alive.
Zhuang Sheng cleared his throat deeply, his face turning as red as if it were about to bleed.
Shang Yechu asked in surprise, "Don't just keep me waiting, tell me what's going on?"
A soft chuckle came from beside me.
Shang Yechu turned her head and saw Mei Yaohong cough lightly, her face full of undisguised gossip. Jian Xiaojun's eyes darted around, revealing a meaningful smile, and she touched the back of her neck. Fatty Zhang glanced away, as if he hadn't seen anything.
The group nudged each other with their elbows and shoved each other as they left. Looking at the retreating figures of those three idiots who were willing to sacrifice their own lives for their friends, Shang Yechu wished he could go up and kick each of them.
Shang Yechu was very familiar with this expression. She would see the same look on Su Ge's face whenever she saw him gazing at Qin Tianye with such tender affection. A sense of foreboding washed over her.
Zhuang Sheng?
My God, he's only twenty years old, he's not even fully grown yet!
The departure of the three did not make Zhuang Sheng feel much more relaxed. He lingered for a long time before pulling out a roll from his pocket and handing it to Shang Yechu.
Shang Yechu didn't answer: "What is this?"
Zhuang Sheng said, "It's a parting gift. It's nothing valuable."
A roll of paper isn't particularly valuable, and being too fussy would be odd. Shang Yechu accepted it readily: "It's not like I'm going abroad, why bother with a gift? Okay, thank you." With that, she turned to leave.
Zhuang Sheng said, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
"I'm afraid if I see this, things will get out of control," Shang Yechu thought to herself.
No, not looking at it seems even stranger, like she's guilty. What if she's just imagining things, and it's actually Zhuang Sheng's reflections on the script or a letter of repentance? That would make her seem petty.
"Alright." Shang Yechu untied the ribbon wrapped around the paper tube and slowly unfolded the paper. The paper was small, but quite thick. As the contents of the paper unfolded before her eyes, Shang Yechu's eyes widened.
It turned out to be a portrait.
The paper depicted half a woman's face; it was only half because the other half was obscured by a curtain. The graceful curtain swayed in the breeze, almost spilling over the paper.
This was a black-and-white portrait, with only a touch of red at the corners of the eyes and lips; the rest was uncolored. Zhuang Sheng's drawing skills weren't particularly advanced; it could only be described as a resemblance. But Shang Yechu still recognized who it was at a glance.
Shang Yechu fell silent.
Seeing that Shang Yechu remained silent, Zhuang Sheng took the initiative to speak: "The character I play, Qiao Shan, can paint, so before filming started, I hired a private art tutor to train him. This is the only piece of work that passed my test. I'd like to give it to you."
Zhuang Sheng seemed to think that his statement was misleading, so he added, "I didn't only want to give it to you because of you yesterday... I wanted to give it to you before filming started. But you've been out of town."
Now that things have come to this point, if Shang Yechu continues to play dumb, she'll have no future in the entertainment industry.
Before the air turned into white noise, Shang Yechu interrupted him: "In what capacity did you give this to me?"
Zhuang Sheng was stunned, and after a long while, she said, "What do you mean? What kind of identity do you mean?"
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