During this period, a little interlude occurred.
Sohow, starting from a very ordinary day, Wen Qiao would always receive a bunch of radiant roses upon arriving at the set. The card inserted in the bouquet rely said "Good morning" in greeting, with neither a na nor a signature.
At first, Wen Qiao thought Fu Jinghen had suddenly beco enlightened and developed a sense of romance, but when she brought the roses back to the hotel, Fu Jinghen was quite annoyed and asked her where the flowers ca from.
Later, Wen Qiao asked the delivery boy, but he also didn’t know who sent the flowers.
Afterward, Wen Qiao speculated whether it might be so sasaeng fans or the like, so Song Qian, Lin Ruochun, and the three of them ticulously inspected the flowers several tis but couldn’t find any tracking devices or anything of the sort.
Thus, the matter beca an unresolved mystery.
Later on, Wen Qiao got used to it. After the flowers were delivered, she wouldn’t even glance at them, letting the delivery boy place them wherever.
The logistics staff who cleaned the makeup room thought it wasn’t right to continue like this, so they found a vase to put the roses in.
Thanks to Wen Qiao, the makeup room was filled with fragrance every day.
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On the day Fu Jinghen returned to Jiang City, to express her gratitude for his hard work and dedication over these days, Wen Qiao took half a day off specially to see him off at the airport.
Seeing Wen Qiao coming back forlorn after sending him off, Jiang Yao couldn’t help but laugh and ask, "What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part?"
"Indeed, I can’t bear it." Wen Qiao touched her stomach, her expression bittersweet, "The mont my gold master daddy leaves, my good days are over. Tomorrow, it’s back to eating boxed als."
Jiang Yao: "....."
You’re just thinking about eating!
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The assistant that Jiang Yao picked out for Wen Qiao was nad Zhao Chu, the sa age as Wen Qiao and a very simple and lovely girl. From her appearance, you could tell she didn’t have a single wicked thought, and her care for Wen Qiao was absolutely genuine. Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao would usually call her Xiao Chu.
With Xiao Chu’s arrival, Jiang Yao’s workload decreased significantly. With her reliable work, Jiang Yao could confidently leave to discuss endorsents or tend to other matters for Wen Qiao.
Using stunt doubles in period dramas is a common practice, but to avoid continuity errors in the shots, unless it was a very professional move that Wen Qiao couldn’t complete, she usually would do the performances herself with the help of a stunt coordinator.
At the end of the day, her body was covered in several bruises, an alarming sight of purples and blues.
While the assistant was applying ointnt, she saw patches of green and purple bruises on Wen Qiao’s back and felt so heartbroken she could barely stand it. As she gently spread the ointnt on Wen Qiao’s back with her fingertips, Xiao Chu sniffed, "How did it get so bad? Weren’t precautions taken?"
Lying face down on the bed, Wen Qiao swung her legs back and forth, "Yeah, the crew’s safety asures are top-notch, but delicate skin like mine just can’t hold up. It looks pretty bad, but it actually doesn’t hurt."
No sooner had she spoken than she let out a "yowch."
Xiao Chu imdiately retracted her hand, applying the ointnt even more gently, but still complained, "You say it doesn’t hurt, but I’m not even pressing hard."
Wen Qiao mumbled whiningly, "If you don’t press, it won’t hurt, right?"
"...."
The room fell into an inexplicable silence; if it weren’t for the fact that she could still feel Xiao Chu applying dicine, Wen Qiao would have thought she was the only one left in the room. Just as she was about to turn her head to check, she heard Xiao Chu ask, "Don’t you find it tough?"
"Tough in what way?"
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