ISWMQ – Chapter 141

The small disturbance from before was suppressed by the production crew like a farce.

Zhang Nanchuan finally settled down. After disappearing for a night, he returned to the set, but he seemed even more dejected, always with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.

Chu Feiliang glanced at him a couple of times and said coolly, “You should quit smoking sooner or later. Chacha doesn’t like the smell.”

Zhang Nanchuan raised his eyelids to look at her. “We’re not enemies.”

Chu Feiliang scoffed, glanced at the props prepared on set, and narrowed her eyes. “Alright, the scene is ready. I’m heading over.”

The scene to be filmed today was about Duan Xi going to a high-end club for an appointment, only for a very cliché story of love, hate, and passion to unfold there.

The character setup was also very simple.

Yin Shuanghan, Duan Xi, and a… rather tragic supporting female character.

While Duan Xi was undercover, this supporting character helped her a lot. This was because the supporting character’s identity was similar to hers; they were both undercover agents, just not from the same company.

But as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so Duan Xi and she had always collaborated quite well.

However, neither the supporting character nor Duan Xi was entirely selfless. The supporting character was in love with Duan Xi, yet she couldn’t bring herself to extract more information from her. Duan Xi, for Yin Shuanghan’s sake, knowingly allowed the supporting character’s feelings to go unreciprocated while continuing to use her.

In short, on this path, no one was a completely good person.

It was mostly a relationship of mutual exploitation. This served to highlight how different Yin Shuanghan was to Duan Xi, and how Duan Xi, despite being an undercover agent, had never truly harmed the lifeline of the Yin family.

And today’s scene took place after Yin Shuanghan was released from prison.

After her release, Yin Shuanghan was all alone, but she was still very wealthy. Duan Xi had directly set up a supplementary card for her own account, preparing everything for Yin Shuanghan. Whatever she wanted, Duan Xi gave her.

And Yin Shuanghan’s old fair-weather friends hadn’t completely disappeared either. She could even casually round up a few of them to get together again.

The storyline happened now.

“All cameras, get ready—action!”

At Zhang Nanchuan’s command, Chu Feiliang composed her expression and sank lazily into the club’s sofa.

Her collar was disheveled, revealing the delicate collarbone on her chest. Her slightly long hair fell loosely, half-concealing some of her fair skin.

“I’m telling you, Han-zi, that little President Duan is something else now. What’s the deal with you two? She’s making it up to you after you did a few years in the slammer?”

Yin Shuanghan scoffed, “Who knows.”

But despite her words, the smile on Yin Shuanghan’s lips never faded.

Inside, a few people were drinking and singing, gradually letting loose. The private room was boisterous, a world of its own.

Yin Shuanghan stood up, phone in hand, and walked out, feeling a bit listless. She leaned against the window in the hallway, looking down without any particular emotion.

How boring. Coming out to have fun was less interesting than going back to tease Duan Xi.

Just as Yin Shuanghan was about to turn back, two staggering figures appeared at the end of the hallway, supporting each other. Each one was more exquisite and beautiful than the last.

Someone came out of a private room, shouting something loudly.

Yin Shuanghan remained impassive, letting the person chatter in her ear.

“Isn’t that little President Duan? Who’s that next to her? Whoa, Han-zi, you’ve been cuckolded—isn’t that President Shen from Century, the one she’s been getting real close with lately?”

“Your taste in this little President Duan is really something else. She fought her way to this position from nothing, and so many people are dying for her. Did you see that President Shen just now? She used to be at your company—but she’s actually the illegitimate daughter of the boss of Century. After making her mark, she went home to inherit the throne!”

Yin Shuanghan let out a light laugh, but her eyes were laced with ice, “Will you die if you don’t talk?”

Her friend shrugged, having been rebuffed, and went back to continue drinking.

Yin Shuanghan looked down from the window.

Duan Xi had already helped Shen Jiaren into the car and was standing outside, doing something unknown.

Just as she was about to pull out her phone to call Duan Xi, she saw Duan Xi stagger and then fall into the car, where she was caught in an embrace.

From her angle, the two of them were inseparable, as if they were kissing.

The smile that had been on Yin Shuanghan’s face instantly vanished. Her lips tightened as she pressed the call button.

The call was answered quickly. Yin Shuanghan’s voice could even be described as gentle, “Where are you?”

The usual gentle voice came from the other end, saying in a low tone, “I’m at the Baihua Club… No, it’s not business, just some personal matters. I’ll be back soon.”

Listening to the voice on the phone, Yin Shuanghan rested a hand on the window and said, “Why are you breathing so heavily?”

“Mm.” Duan Xi controlled her breathing, held the phone a little further away, and took a deep breath to compose herself before saying, “A friend got drunk. I helped her into the car and called for a designated driver.”

Yin Shuanghan narrowed her eyes.

After a long moment, she said somewhat dangerously, “Nothing happened?”

“What could happen?” Duan Xi was taken aback, then subconsciously asked, “You… where are you now?”

Yin Shuanghan gave a cold smile, “Third floor. The private, reserved room at the end of the hall. I’ll wait for you there.”

After saying that, she hung up the phone. She watched coldly as Duan Xi below hesitated for a moment before waiting for the designated driver to get in the car, only then turning to go upstairs.

Only then did Yin Shuanghan stride towards the private room, one hand gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her entire arm was even trembling slightly from the force.

“Cut!” Zhang Nanchuan shouted. “Scene change—prepare for the next shot! Clear the set!”

Rong Guang hurried upstairs to get ready for her next makeup session.

Chu Feiliang sat leisurely in her chair. Seeing Rong Guang come up, she greeted her unhurriedly, “Finally decided to come up?”

Rong Guang shook her head. “Sister, what are you talking about?”

The location had a natural advantage: it had nothing but plenty of empty rooms and private boxes.

The scenes here would take a few days to film. All the rooms could be used on the spot. The makeup room was in an adjacent private box, which was well-equipped and had sufficient lighting.

Sometimes, when they wrapped up early, many people would just stay behind to sing and hang out, since all the necessary props were readily available.

At this moment, ‘Shen Jiaren’, who had been drunk just a moment ago, also came upstairs. The first thing she did was bow to Chu Feiliang before standing off to the side.

Chu Feiliang glanced at her. She wasn’t someone who couldn’t separate public and private matters. She good-naturedly pointed to a spot not far away and said, “Have a seat.”

Shen Jiaren nodded gratefully and moved a stool to sit a short distance away.

“Teacher Chu, may I watch and learn from the side later?”

The actress playing Shen Jiaren was named Gou Qin. It was a rare surname, and a rare single-character given name.

The name, at first listen, sounded like someone in their forties, but the actress playing Shen Jiaren was just now thirty.

Chu Feiliang gave a noncommittal nod, “As you wish.”

It’s not like she could stop her anyway.

The set was so large, and even inside the private room, there were a dozen or so cameras positioned high and low. It was impossible to keep too many people out. At thirty, Gou Qin was still stuck playing supporting roles. Her audience appeal and acting skills were probably lacking that final touch, and she was anxious for a breakthrough.

Gou Qin expressed her thanks gratefully, then glanced at Rong Guang and quickly said, “Teacher Rong, I’m so sorry about just now. I lost my footing and pulled you down with me—I think my lipstick smudged on your face. Did the makeup artist clean it all off for you?”

Zhang Nanchuan had always been very demanding about on-screen appearances and makeup, so her question wasn’t strange.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, the entire room… fell instantly silent.

Chu Feiliang methodically took the ring off her finger and put it back on, slowly repeating the tedious action. Her gaze, however, drifted leisurely back and forth between Rong Guang and Gou Qin.

A chill ran down Rong Guang’s spine. She quickly rubbed the corner of her eye again. There was still a small, noticeable red smudge on her palm. She had noticed it earlier and, worried that Chu Feiliang would see it, had been constantly wiping her face on the way up the stairs.

But … it seemed she hadn’t managed to hide it after all.

She wanted to cry but had no tears.

Zhang Nanchuan, his expression unchanged, glanced at the camera positions and smoothly changed his tune. He picked up the megaphone and said, “All camera crews, final adjustments. Clear the room and let the actors familiarize themselves with the environment again. Everyone else, take a break… for two hours. We’ll continue then.”

It just so happened to be lunchtime.

With the arrival of the boxed lunches and the departure of everyone else, Rong Guang’s anxious heart finally couldn’t hold it together anymore.

The boxed lunches were fragrant. The lead actors’ special meal consisted of eight dishes and one soup. Some of their dishes were the same, some were different. They sat on the table in the private room, continuously emitting an enticing aroma.

Rong Guang sidled up to Chu Feiliang, tugged on her sleeve, and called out to her in a soft voice, “Sister…”

Chu Feiliang scoffed but still didn’t respond.

Rong Guang blinked pitifully and squeezed in next to Chu Feiliang. “Don’t be angry. It was really an accident down there. I was trying to get her into the car and lost my footing, so I slipped. We both tried to dodge, but we went the wrong way and accidentally brushed against each other.”

Chu Feiliang looked at Rong Guang’s face and tilted her head. “Where did it smudge?”

Her hand pressed gently on Rong Guang’s lips. Rong Guang’s lips weren’t dry; they were always soft. Combined with the moisturizing lipstick she wore, smearing a red mark actually made them even more alluring.

Chu Feiliang narrowed her eyes. With a press of her thumb, she smudged the lipstick on Rong Guang’s lips past their boundary.

Rong Guang blinked, pointed to the corner of her eye, and said, “Just the corner of my eye. It was just a tiny smudge. I already washed it off and had my makeup redone…”

Before she could finish, Chu Feiliang had already pressed her lips to the corner of her eye for a light kiss.

Rong Guang’s eyes couldn’t help but flutter.

Chu Feiliang chuckled lightly, kissed her a few more times, and said, “Teacher Rong, how about I give you a bite later?”

Rong Guang’s face turned a little red. She thought for a moment and didn’t refuse. “Should we ask the director to edit it in? If you want to… bite, bite me on camera later, then the part where Gou Qin accidentally smudged me might have to be edited in too.”

Chu Feiliang’s expression soured. “Not necessarily. My biting is my business, but her part can’t be edited in. Otherwise, believe it or not, I’ll throw a diva fit in broad daylight and refuse to film if they don’t cut her scene.”

Rong Guang stared at Chu Feiliang’s expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The more she looked, the cuter she found it.

Sometimes, Chu Feiliang was really as cute as a child. Her possessiveness was also very strong, so strong that she didn’t want Rong Guang to be friends with anyone who could potentially be a love rival. Of course, this didn’t include old acquaintances or certain people who posed no threat at all.

For example, Tang Shi, Yi Chun, Chacha… and also Duan Nong.

On the contrary, the more strangers tried to get close to her, the more displeased Chu Feiliang became with her getting to know them, saying they were all potential threats.

Rong Guang parted her legs and sat on Chu Feiliang’s lap, saying softly, “Don’t be angry anymore. It was really just an accidental smudge. I… at worst, tonight I’ll…”

She leaned close to Chu Feiliang’s ear and whispered something. Chu Feiliang’s eyes lit up, and she giggled.

Sometimes, a harmonious life was more important than anything.

Chu Feiliang slowly looked at Rong Guang’s flushed and shy face, and the watery glint in her eyes. She said slowly, “Before, I never dared to be open with you about this. On one hand, the doctor said I might not have much interest in that area. On the other hand, I was worried you were still too young and wouldn’t like it…”

Rong Guang blinked but didn’t speak.

Chu Feiliang’s voice dropped even lower. She even slid her hand directly under Rong Guang’s clothes, exploring her waist as she said, “But you like it very much, and you’re very honest.”

Rong Guang’s waist and abdomen trembled incessantly with Chu Feiliang’s movements, and her voice trembled along with them. “Sister…”

“The private room has a bathroom.” Chu Feiliang kissed her on the lips, unable to resist licking them. The lipstick was sweet. “Wanna go?”

Rong Guang had always been honest. She was also gradually discovering that this side of her, loyal to her desires, could please Chu Feiliang very well, giving her immense satisfaction, and vice versa.

So she nodded. Her hands wrapped around Chu Feiliang’s waist, and her legs clamped around her too. She said softly, “Can you carry me over? I… I’m a little weak right now…”