Chapter 39: Dream
After being scolded, Zhao Chen’s eyes were red. The makeup artist spent quite a while touching up his makeup before it looked presentable again.
They resumed filming. Although Zhao Chen’s acting was as amateur as ever, at least he managed to get through his lines.
Jiang Yu had done many cameo roles before and had solid acting skills. Ji Xu’s acting wasn’t bad either—perhaps even a bit better than Jiang Yu’s, who came from a music background.
From nine in the morning all the way until one in the morning, they slogged through the shoot. Sitting in a wheelchair for so long made Jiang Yu’s waist ache, and his scenes in the mansion were finally completed, awkwardly but at last.
Qi Sheng also let out a sigh of relief—they were finally done. Renting that castle for a single day was outrageously expensive.
On the way back, Jiang Yu’s waist hurt a bit. Lying on the long bench in the back row, he rubbed his waist, feeling fortunate that he didn’t have many scenes. Filming was even more exhausting than recording a variety show.
“Brother Yu, can you still hold on? Tomorrow should be a bit easier—there’s only one scene with Kou Dehai. The director just sent a message saying you don’t need to go to the set until one in the afternoon.”
“Alright, I can manage. Give me the script to take a look.”
Wang Huan handed him the script, and Jiang Yu flipped through it, memorizing his lines.
There weren’t many lines. Kou Dehai played a member of the organization. Someone in the group was injured and urgently needed antibiotics. Jiang Yu would pretend to go out for a walk and rendezvous with Kou Dehai to deliver the medicine.
Kou Dehai would disguise himself as a candied hawthorn vendor. Jiang Yu would buy some hawthorn sticks, and when paying, slip three pills in with the money.
The two of them only exchanged a few coded lines to confirm each other’s identities.
The lines were easy to remember. Jiang Yu put down the script and imagined how the scene should be performed.
But after such a long, exhausting day, even as he was thinking about the scene, he fell asleep in the back seat.
Wang Huan had to wake him when they arrived. Back in his room, Jiang Yu didn’t even shower—he fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
“Jiang Yu, hello. I’m the owner of Han Entertainment. My name is Han Cheng.”
“May I invite you to dinner tonight?”
“I like you.”
“The treasure I set my sights on really is extraordinary—just one song and you became famous.”
“Stop making trouble. It’s just playing along for the occasion with him.”
“I thought you were a smart person. Haven’t you seen how others in the entertainment industry get along with their sponsors?”
“Jiang Yu, I’ve given you face and you refused it. You’re nothing but a toy. If I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t recognize your place.”
“Hehehe, still counting on Han Cheng to save you? He’s the one who sent you to my bed. We’ve got plenty of time to have fun tonight.”
“Scared now? Behave yourself from now on and I won’t treat you badly. Don’t worry about your waist either—I’ll hire the best specialists to cure it.”
“Still thinking about leaving? Hah, I’d say you’re spoiled by favor. Forget the specialists—you can recover slowly on your own.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so talented. I’ll take the songs and scripts you wrote.”
“So what if you’re talented? The entertainment industry never lacks talented people. This is a playground for the rich. Go ahead and look—I’d like to see who dares to oppose me, who dares to back you.”
“Keep running. Next time you run, it won’t just be your bank cards—I’ll freeze your ID too, turn you into a non-person, and let you taste what prison is like.”
“Jiang Yu, this drama was given by President Han. Don’t make trouble.”
“Jiang Yu, this variety show was given by President Han. Don’t make trouble.”
“Jiang Yu, this song was given by President Han. Don’t make trouble.”
“I want to settle down with Ji Xu. Let’s break up.”
Jiang Yu jerked awake—it was nine in the morning. He had slept for seven hours. By rights, he should have felt rested, but the night full of chaotic memories left him even more exhausted.
That bastard—already broken up, and he still couldn’t let him have a peaceful night’s sleep.
After having breakfast with Wang Huan, it was only eleven. With nothing to do at the hotel, Jiang Yu decided to go to the set and get familiar with Kou Dehai in advance.
Sitting in the car, Jiang Yu’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and saw that ten million yuan had been added to his bank account.
It was probably the breakup settlement from Han Cheng.
Sure enough, not long after, a WeChat message came from Han Cheng: [I’ve moved my things out of the beach villa. I won’t be going back there anymore. The house is under your name, so you can live there whenever you want. I’ve also transferred ten million to your card as breakup money.]
Generous as expected. Jiang Yu smiled and replied politely: [Thank you, President Han.]
Then he swiftly deleted the WeChat contact, blocked the phone number, and completely cut ties. He had wanted to do this for a long time.
