"Although she said that, her blushing cheeks betrayed her true feelings."
Prince Jing was no ordinary man, and having fathered Rong Huan, how could he not see through Rong Huan’s heart?
Yet at that mont, he refrained from saying more. He was well aware of Huo Cheng’s family background—due to famine in his village, his parents had both passed away. Subsequently, he was sold into the palace where he was supposed to be castrated, but he resisted. An Imperial Guard commander noticed his potential during this defiance and took him away to be grood.
Afterwards, when Rong Huan faced an assassination attempt, Huo Cheng risked his life to save her. Since then, Prince Jing had promoted him to specially protect Rong Huan.
Besides his family background, Huo Cheng was not inferior to any sons of dukes or ministers in the court, whether in terms of character or appearance.
But this background was precisely the most important point.
Rong Huan had been cherished by him since she was young; he couldn’t bear to see her suffer even the slightest bit. If Rong Huan truly wished to marry him, Prince Jing was not against arranging a noble family background and lineage for him.
But the thought of his precious daughter getting married made him feel like he could still observe Huo Cheng for a while longer.
There was no rush.
Rong Huan hadn’t expected her retort to be overheard by Huo Cheng. He tightened his grip on the Cherry Pancake, standing stiffly outside the bedroom door. The setting sun elongated his shadow, a picture of loneliness surrounding him.
The caraman extended Huo Cheng’s figure until it blended into a wide shot. Director Zhang, watching the scene on the monitor, shouted "Cut!" through the loudspeaker.
Upon hearing the command, Wen Qiao imdiately sprang up from the cushion, not forgetting to bow and thank Luo Bin: "Senior Luo, thank you for your hard work."
She made sure to observe all the niceties.
Luo Bin glanced at his now-empty palm, slowly putting it down, with a pleasant smile on his face: "You did well, impressive for soone so young."
"Thank you for the complint, Senior Luo."
Ugh.
A lecher masquerading as a nice old man.
"But I think you still have a lot of room for improvent. How about I co to your room tonight to discuss further?"
"How could I possibly trouble Senior Luo like that?" Wen Qiao pretended not to grasp the insinuations in his words, "Besides, I’ve got a night scene to shoot tonight."
With so many people around on the set, Luo Bin found it hard to say more and just gave her an appraising once-over as he left, eliciting goosebumps on Wen Qiao. Were it not for the majesty of the law, she would’ve loved to rush at him and gouge out his eyeballs.
What are you looking at?
Am I sothing you can just ogle as you please?
Wen Qiao strode back under the shelter of the set, grabbed the iced Aricano that Jiang Yao had just bought, and took a big gulp to quell the rage in her heart.
Yet at that mont, soone just had to co and provoke her.
The next scene was Wen Qiao’s confrontation with Lin Ruochun, who, dressed in her costu, stopped while passing by her.
"Nowadays the bar for the entertainnt industry is really low; displaying such a naive, sweet acting style, you actually have the nerve to embarrass yourself."
Wen Qiao glanced up at Lin Ruochun: "If you’re so talented, why don’t you beco a director? If you can’t stand , put your money where your mouth is and finance the project to replace . If you can’t, then stop blabbering. Are you making up for being mute in your past life?"
"You!" Lin Ruochun flapped her sleeves indignantly and dropped a nacing line: "We’ll see about this in a bit."
Wen Qiao nonchalantly replied with an "Oh", hinting, "She’s stuttering in this lifeti."
"You’re the one who’s stuttering!"
Watching Lin Ruochun storm off angrily, Jiang Yao was baffled: "Tell , she cos to provoke you every ti and always ends up humiliated. What’s she really after?"
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