ng Yan was true to his word, ignoring the matters at his own company and showing up on set almost every day.
And there he was again, Young Master ng, in his white shirt and black pants, walking briskly, sunglasses hiding his stern face, followed by a bodyguard, assistant, and secretary, not one missing.
The people on set were used to it, and the director even set aside a special resting area for him, with various fruits, tea, and a sun umbrella. Taking good care of Young Master ng was the top priority.
Hua Tiantian’s acting was impressive, very dedicated, her expressions lively, and performance spot-on. As a rising starlet, her command of lines was also excellent. The director was very satisfied with her, discussing her with the assistant director who nodded repeatedly in agreent.
Today, there was a kiss scene.
Under ng Yan’s imnse pressure, the screenwriter had no choice but to delete nurous kiss scenes. Moreover, Hua Tiantian was the lead role, and the plot had reached the peak of the romantic tension between the leading male and female characters.
The director shouted, "Action!"
The social gap between the male and female lead was huge. The female lead was insulted by the male lead’s mother after visiting his house, and she ran out crying, looking pitiable with tear-streaked cheeks, her sobs heartbreaking. The male lead, playing a rich young man, also ran out after her.
Several water trucks were ready, spraying torrents of water to create a rain curtain.
Hua Tiantian channeled her emotions, starting to say her lines. The male lead was also influenced by her emotions, vividly portraying his reluctance to let go of the woman he loved and his hatred for the arranged marriage forced by his family.
As the dramatic climax arrived, the male lead embraced Hua Tiantian, his tall fra stooping down as she continued to sob. The male lead was about to kiss her.
The cara zood in on their faces, with the high-definition resolution making their features extrely clear, even showing every pore. Then ng Yan, who had been sitting and flipping through a magazine, tossed it aside and gave his opinion: "Director, stop."
The director hurriedly yelled, "Cut!"
The water faucets stopped spraying, and the pair’s intimate movents ceased. They looked at the director in surprise.
"Director, what’s the problem?" the male lead politely inquired.
It was this man, who was entangled with Hua Tiantian, pulling and pulling.
Before the director could speak, ng Yan, seated to the side, began, "I think the cara placent is bad; it’s not romantic enough."
A person with a strong presence becos the center of attention wherever they are.
The director looked respectfully at ng Yan, "What insightful views does Young Master ng have?"
"The cara should be pulled back; the scene needs to be beautiful. Only then will it appeal to audiences," ng Yan advised calmly, hands crossed, face composed. "For artists, maintaining their image is important. Shooting intimate scenes is one thing, but there’s no need to be too particular."
So, the director took ng Yan’s well-ant suggestion, pulling the cara back, switching angles in multiple ways, and using positioning tricks. A credit card was placed between Hua Tiantian and the male lead’s lips, ensuring they maintained an absolutely safe distance.
Thus, the scene barely passed muster, and this was the maximum distance ng Yan could tolerate.
After finishing this kiss scene, the day’s filming was over.
Hua Tiantian ca out from the rain, shivering from head to toe. Her assistant led her to the dressing room to change clothes. When she ca out, ng Yan was still there. Seeing Hua Tiantian’s ssy hair and scattered water droplets, the secretary handed a hairdryer, long prepared, to Hua Tiantian’s little assistant. But before the assistant’s finger could touch it, ng Yan’s sharp glance ca over, and the assistant hurriedly offered the hairdryer with both hands.
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