Song Yunran stepped out of the lift and as soon as he stepped into the hotel lobby, he saw Assistant Tang in front of him.
He didnât bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point: âFind me a car, I have to go to the set.â
Assistant Tang didnât panic: âWait, Iâll call Xiao Ke and ask him to request a visit from the crew, and then come back to pick you up. By the way, the hotel has a room available now, do you want to stay or go back today?â
âWeâll talk about booking a room later.â Song Yunran urged, âDonât wait for Xiao Ke to come over either, I need to go straight there first.â
Assistant Tang had to ask the receptionist to call a car.
As soon as the driver parked the car, Song Yunran scurried up, closing the door as he said, âRemember to rush Xiao Ke, I hope that by the time I get out of the car, the visit pass will be ready.â
On the set, Xiao Ke, who had been given the task, was upset.
Xiao Song always wanted to do one thing after another. Everyone else had to apply to the production team a few days in advance if they wanted to visit the set.
The thought of having to deal with the unsmiling crew of the production team was a frightening one.
He greeted the bodyguards and went to the production team with heavy strides.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately informed, âThe crew is so busy today.â
The implication was that you were still here to cause trouble.
Xiao Ke was only an artistâs assistant and had no status in the crew, so he could only say nicely, âPlease do me a favour, sister, Xiao Song has heard that our production team is very professional and wants to come and learn about the management of the crew.â
Although he didnât know why Song Yunran suddenly wanted to come to the set, he was sure to give a rainbow fart first.
But the other party was rather interested: âIs the Xiao Song boss youâre talking about Song Yunran?â
Seeing Xiao Ke nod, she smiled brightly, âYou should have told me it was him. Iâll have someone send a pass over to you later.â
Xiao Ke didnât expect Song Yunranâs name to work so well, so she was curious: âSister, do you know our Xiao Song?â
âNo, I donât. But thanks to him, otherwise my husband would have invested in The Love Equation. He has indirectly helped my family a lot, so I have to return this favor.â
Xiao Ke suddenly understood, and a sense of admiration grew in his heart.
Xiao Song was really a far-sighted person. He had managed to win the hearts and minds of people without spending a penny.
This is really brilliant.
Thinking about it, the purpose of Song Yunranâs visit seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Ke picked up Song Yunran outside the set.
He respectfully handed over the pass with both hands, â Xiao Song, do you want to see the director or the producer?â
Or maybe it was both, was it to talk about some big multi-billion dollar deal, or to discuss the future of the film industry, Xiao Ke pondered.
âWhere is Qin Ke?â Song Yunran got right to the point.
Xiao Ke froze for a moment and said, âHeâs still filming.â
Song Yunranâs brow was furrowed: âIs it a civil or a martial arts scene?â
âMartial arts, todayâs scene is about the heroâs master who died and left behind a legendary sword that he didnât give to anyone, so the brothers fought over the swordâ¦â
âThe brothers?â Song Yunran immediately tensed up, âIs Cheng Jiaming there?â
âYes, heâs playing the eldest brother.â Xiao Ke said.
âTake me there quickly.â
Song Yunran clenched his fist, âDonât be afraid, your father is coming!
Xiao Ke: â???â
Although he was slightly disappointed that Song Yunran seemed to have simply come to visit the team, how could it be that while they were talking, the person that Xiao Song always cared about had changed from Qin Ke to Cheng Jiaming?
Could it be that â¦â¦
Xiao Song has taken a fancy to Cheng Jiaming and wants to sign him to Xinghe!
I heard that Xiao Song also went to visit the classes of âHongbai Xixiâ and took a fancy to Qin Ke who performed very well on the set.
It was only six months and history was about to repeat itself again.
Xiao Ke has mixed feelings, he feels that Cheng Jiaming is not a good person. Regardless of his appearance or strength, he is far from Qin Keâs opponent. Whatâs more, he remembered very clearly that Qin Ke had said that he had some conflicts with Cheng Jiaming.
But what could he do about it?
He was just a humble artistâs assistant, who had no right to comment on the presidentâs decisions.
The two men, each with their own thoughts, just arrived at the shooting site.
Not too far away was a peaceful scene in a bamboo forest, but Song Yunranâs mood was anything but calm.
Dressed in a black robe with his long hair tied back, Qin Ke was leaning against the railing, speaking his lines. Because of his make-up, his face was a little pale and sickly, looking more and more like an unfortunate man about to collapse into a coma.
Among the actors standing in front of him, Cheng Jiamingâs eyes were firmly fixed on Qin Ke.
Even though he knew that this was necessary for the plot, Song Yunran couldnât help but ponder what Cheng Jiaming was thinking at the moment. At a glance, he looked like he had no good intentions and was definitely thinking of how to sabotage wires.
âOkay, cut.â
Tan Mingâs voice rang out at that moment, âAll departments get ready, next scene is on the wires.â
Song Yuran took a deep breath, here we go, here we go, the wires are here!
He turned his head and was about to instruct the bodyguards to keep an eye on Cheng Jiaming when he saw the eyes of the two bodyguards, already looking over in advance if anything.
Huh, whatâs going on?
Song Yun Ran was puzzled and wanted to ask, but was afraid that if he did, he would interfere with the bodyguardsâ decision, so he sat down and pretended to play with his phone, and looked up from time to time to observe Cheng Jiaming.
He thought he was doing a perfect job, but every move he made fell under Xiao Keâs eyes.
Xiao Ke thought to himself, It is true that Xiao Songâs target today is Cheng Jiaming.
He was so unconvinced that he held up a fan to Qin Ke to dissipate the heat, while taking advantage of the break when the other party was fixing his make-up, he looked at Cheng Jiaming with a depressed expression, trying to see what was so great about this person that was worthy of Xiao Songâs attention.
Four people, eight pairs of eyes, all locked on Cheng Jiaming at this moment on their own.
Cheng Jiamingâs whole body didnât feel good.
He always felt that someone was staring at him, but when he turned around, it looked like everyone was busy with their own work.
When he thought it was just an illusion, he was about to relax when the seemingly non-existent gaze returned.
Damn it!
Cheng Jiaming tried to turn his head again in disbelief, but a hand snapped his head back.
âMake up, donât move around.â The make-up artist reminded him, reaching for the powder.
Cheng Jiaming had to look straight ahead and put aside his doubts for the moment, and instead recalled how he felt during the first few days of shooting.
Frankly speaking, it was not a very pleasant experience.
His acting skills were not bad for his age, and when he was in other productions, he was the type to be complimented by the director from time to time.
But the thing that scares people the most is comparison.
Having not seen him for a while, Qin Ke has simply become an outstanding actor.
Not only did he understand his role to the core, but he could even give a few pointers when the second male lead couldnât find his way into the role. A few words were all it took to bring the actor playing the second male lead under his wing.
Cheng Jiaming has been proud of himself for so many years, but in âJianghu Luâ, he is completely buried.
No one cares about him, a fifth male who does not have much of a role, everyone only wants to praise their well-deserved male lead, Qin Ke.
The fingers hidden under the sleeves quietly clenched, Cheng Jiaming unknowingly had a malicious thought.
If that was the case, wouldnât it be better to make Qin Ke disappear?
This thought had only just risen when Cheng Jiaming suddenly remembered the words that Qin Ke had said to him at the training session before he joined the crew, âTake care of yourselfâ.
His back went cold and he subconsciously looked at Qin Ke, but he only managed to catch the other partyâs figure walking far away.
Qin Ke had finished his make-up before he realized that Song Yunran had come.
He walked over and asked in a low voice, âThis morning Zhong Xiaofeng said he was ready to go back to writing the script, youâre not angry, are you?â
Song Yunran was focused on something: âOf course Iâm not angry that heâs willing to come back. Youâre blocking my view.â
The tone of his voice was quite superficial, causing Qin Ke to be baffled and ask, âWhat are you looking at?â
Of course he was watching to see what that bastard was going to do.
Song Yunran replied in his mind.
But he couldnât say this, he could only say coldly, âYou go about your business, donât mind me.â
Qin Ke lowered his eyes unexpectedly and saw that Song Yunran didnât even give himself half a look, as if such a big person was just an insignificant passerby in his eyes.
Is it because of his sleeping disorder?
Qin Ke moved to the side and asked, âDidnât you sleep well last night?â
Song Yunran withdrew his gaze speechlessly, âWhatâs wrong with you, do you want to talk to Daddy that much? Donât worry about it at all!â
After saying that, he turned his head again and continued to observe Cheng Jiaming.
Qin Ke: ââ¦â¦â
Just very unusual.
On the side, Xiao Ke looked at it and was anxious.
It was too obvious, it must be because Qin Ke had accidentally offended Xiao Song last night that he was subjected to the current cold treatment.
The truth made him unbearable to look at and he had to hand Qin Ke his phone, âSomeone just sent you a WeChat.â
Qin Ke said thanks, took it and clicked on it to see.
[Warning, big crisis! You may be losing favor with the Crown Prince!]
On the surface, he was unaffected, but inside he was already flooded with endless question marks.
Zhong Xiaofeng had always been a bit of a wishy-washy person, and normally he wouldnât have cared about this inexplicable message. But when he thought about Song Yunranâs unusual behavior just now, he had to think about it some more.
Last night he was fine, but why was he suddenly cold today?
It canât be because once he woke up, Xiao Song found out that he wasnât really monica, right?
Qin Ke frowned slightly, and before he could figure out what was going on, the figure beside him suddenly disappeared.
He looked up and saw Song Yunran walking in one direction without looking back, and was about to call out to the other party when bodyguard A and B came around at that moment.
âMr. Qin, Cheng Jiaming seems to be observing wires.â
They were not sure of the reason why Qin Ke was wary of Cheng Jiaming, but they still followed their professional ethics and reported the truth.
Qin Ke said in a light voice: âKeep watching.â
There are so many people on the scene, even if Cheng Jiaming wanted to do something, he wouldnât have a chance.
Compared to this â¦â¦
It is the unusual Song Yunran that concerns him more.
Song Yunran also saw Cheng Jiamingâs actions, the man was standing just a few meters away from the staff. His expression was so serious that he looked like a film maker under the overpass, and it was obvious that he was inspired to do something dirty out of the wires.
There was no time to think about it, so he simply chose a place with a good view and tried to take a picture with his mobile phone as evidence first.
Before he could turn on the camera function, he stepped on the camera track on the ground and stumbled a few times, and was about to crash into a nearby light stand!
A bony hand reached behind him just in time, grabbed him by the collar like a cat and yanked him off.
Song Yunran looked up in shock, and his eyes met Qin Keâs eyes that were tinged with anger.
âWhat are you running around for?â Qin Keâs low voice was pressed with anger, âDonât you know how chaotic the crew is?â
He was already wearing pale make-up, and now when his face sank, his thin profile appeared even sharper than usual, and under broad daylight, he actually had the appearance of a fierce evil ghost.
Song Yunran was so stunned by the scolding that he didnât speak for a long time.
He only stared at the man with eyes as clear as water.
Qin Keâs taut lips gradually relaxed and his tone softened: âDidnât hit it, did you?â
ââ¦why do you care.â
Song Yunran snorted coldly, still angry at Qin Ke for lecturing him in a rage earlier.
While angry, he also felt a great sense of grievance.
Of course he knew how messy the set was, with all kinds of equipment and wires all over the floor, and the noise of people coming and going. But if it wasnât for Qin Ke, he wouldnât have come to such a place in the middle of the day to keep watch.
Since he was a child, no one other than his parents had dared to use that tone of voice with him.
When he thought that Qin Ke must be thinking that he was causing trouble in his mind, Song Yunranâs young masterâs spirit came to the surface.
The damage that Cheng Jiaming can do is just a tiny bit anyway, so Qin Ke will only be hospitalized with broken bones if he falls.
Rebellious son, rebellious son!
All you do is anger your father!
Song Yunran cursed angrily in his heart and then pushed him away with a stinky face: âIâll go back first.â
Qin Ke stopped him, âWhat are you getting upset over?â
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a subtle surprise for himself.
This was neither like the attitude of an artist speaking to his boss, nor like a question between friends, but rather something more indistinct and unclear.
But he couldnât tell what it was, he only felt the nameless fire of being left out gradually darken, replaced by a mood of wanting to patiently coax the other party.
Song Yunran was furious: âWhere did I get upset? Who are you to say Iâm having a tantrum?â
If He Ziyou had been there, he would have laughed out loud at this scene.
After all these years, Song Yunranâs primary school chicken fighting style had never improved in the slightest, and since he was facing Qin Ke, his inexplicable desire to win and conquer added to his already poor fighting skills, turning him into a repetition machine.
However, Qin Ke rushed to lower his head and coax him before he could get further angry: âWell, itâs my fault.â
Song Yunranâs anger was forced to get stuck, and he could neither spout nor not spout.
In the end, he could only turn his face away and not say anything.
Qin Ke looked at him and lowered his attitude: âYou came to the set but ignored me, so Iâm a bit concerned, can you understand if I say this?â
Song Yunran froze, then was enlightened: â!!!â
So thatâs what happened, he thought, no wonder Qin Ke was sounding so bad just now, so it was because he felt lonely after being ignored by his dad!
He tensed the corners of his mouth that were desperately trying to rise and cleared his throat, âYou should have told me earlier, really.â
Qin Ke laughed for a moment before asking, âWere you looking for someone?â
Of course Song Yunran couldnât tell the truth and said, ââ¦â¦ No, I just wanted to wander around. Now I know not to run around, go back quickly, and not delay the shooting.â
Qin Ke half-heartedly, but helplessly heard the director calling him, so he had to leave for the time being.
When Qin Ke turned around, he glanced in the direction of Cheng Jiaming and found that the other party had already moved away from wires at some point, so he quickly walked towards the directorâs side.
As soon as Qin Ke left, Cheng Jiaming looked at Song Yunran.
Although he didnât hear what they said, he felt that he was right. The two of them had been pulling and tugging for a long time, like every stinky couple who fights and then makes up.
Maybe it wasnât quite accurate to say they were a couple.
Qin Ke was so arrogant that he didnât shrug off the angry Song Yunran, clearly not daring to be angry with his golden master.
The last time he was caught in the martial arts studio, Cheng Jiaming could not help but stand on the moral high ground and sneer disdainfully.
It was obvious that he had already been subjected to abuse, but he still dared not admit it!
However, at that moment, Cheng Jiaming saw Song Yunran slowly walking towards him.
He subconsciously remembered the strange stare he had felt earlier and couldnât help but panic for a moment.
âYouâre Cheng Jiaming?â Song Yunran was now in a better mood and asked in a fairly amiable manner.
Cheng Jiaming asked warily, âWhat do you want from me?â
Song Yunran said directly, âI know what youâre thinking.â
ââ¦â¦?â
Cheng Jiaming froze, thinking that the idea of making a move at wires had been seen through, and couldnât help but hold his breath nervously.
Unexpectedly, Song Yunran asked, âUntil what time do you shoot today?â
âAround 7pm, no, why are you asking?â Cheng Jiaming became even more nervous.
When Song Yunran saw that the wires had already been set up, he thought that Cheng Jiaming would not have the chance to do anything bad today, so he might as well stick to his original plan and persuade Cheng Jiaming to quit âJianghu Luâ of his own accord.
âThen come find me after you finish work. Iâm staying in the same hotel as you and my room number is â¦â¦â
Song Yunran fished out his phone and looked at the message sent by Assistant Tang midway through, âOh, 1702, I have something I want to talk to you about in person.â
Cheng Jiaming: ââ¦â¦?â
Song Yunran thought for a moment and added, âBy the way, donât tell anyone else, you come alone in the evening.â
A lump in Cheng Jiamingâs throat and a drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of his forehead.
âFuck.
Heâs got a crush on me.
Authorâs comments:
Cheng Jiaming: Heâs so flamboyant!
T/N: My first language isnât English, and there may be some grammatical errors. But I try not to deviate from the authorâs narrative. If there are any errors or nonsensical sentences, feel free to comment.