"The most aweso part was still my slap," she gloated, "The angle of incidence, the atmosphere, it was heart-wrenching to the extre, propelling the entire situation to a climax."
"Hey, if it weren’t for my excellent shooting and integration of light and shadow art to highlight that tragic scene, it wouldn’t have been so moving. The credit is mine," the photographer Rabbit cried out.
"Wait a minute, don’t forget about , the lighting technician is also very important, the soul of the movie’s colors," the lighting technician Doudou jumped up.
A group of crew mbers actually started arguing there.
Third Young Master Jun watched this bunch of clowns, his face turning even more livid, realizing he had been played by a bunch of fools.
"Stop arguing, all of you."
A woman wearing glasses squeezed out of the crowd, waving the script in her hand at Third Young Master Jun.
"The greatest credit goes to . I didn’t plan it this way at first, but after the mole said you were suspicious, I went all in and changed it to this emotionally fluctuating script, with slapping, abuse, and miscarriage... It’s basically a masterpiece of lodrama. How about that, aweso, right? You cried just now, didn’t you?"
The woman looked at him excitedly, her face screaming ’praise .’
"It’s indeed not bad," Third Young Master Jun looked at her expressionlessly, turning up uninvited to et one’s doom, good, "What’s your na?"
The woman, thrilled, quickly grabbed her work badge.
Third Young Master Jun glanced at it and gave a sinister sneer.
"Dong Midi? Very well, don’t expect to continue working in this field here!"
The woman was stunned, her body swayed a few tis, and it was over, her livelihood at risk.
"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’ve got your back, he wouldn’t dare do anything," Ye Lu imdiately promised boldly.
"Ye Lu—," Third Young Master Jun stared at her with gritted teeth, this damned woman, did she realize she had almost scared him into having a heart attack? He really thought that he and her child...
Recalling the recent event, his heart trembled and ached.
He turned his head away, genuinely upset. Such jokes, he couldn’t tolerate them.
"I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I went a bit too far," a slender hand firmly grasped his large palm, making his body uncontrollably shudder.
Tears still welled up in Ye Lu’s eyes, yet she smiled happily, "But I just knew... you still love . I guessed right."
Third Young Master Jun gave a resigned, bitter smile, indeed outmaneuvered by her, "Lu’er, you’re too cunning."
"Because the person I’m dealing with is cunning, deeply affectionate yet ruthless like you. This is called ’all’s fair in love and war,’" she bead with a smile of fulfillnt, "You didn’t lose to , but to your own instincts. Seeing hurt, you lose rationality. I’m so glad you love this way; otherwise, I couldn’t have stomached this act!"
Third Young Master Jun, astute all his life, never expected to fall into such a trap at the final mont.
"Concern causes chaos," this saying was indeed accurate. Seeing her beaten and injured, his mind panicked, not considering if it was a stratagem. She was right; he lost to his own instincts.
At the most critical monts, one’s true nature is undoubtedly revealed.
"But this is not manipulation, it’s love, because I love you." Ye Lu reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, and printed a devout kiss on his lips. Third Young Master Jun trembled, she said, "From now on, let’s never be apart again."
Third Young Master Jun held her close, his eyes showing a sea-change of emotions as he lowered his head to caress her pale, weary face, his eyes filled with pain and entwined with deep affection, ultimately yielding to profound love.
Finally, he smiled, also coming to terms with it, perhaps it was fate, then being stubborn was aningless.
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