For a mont, due solely to the Luo Bin incident, "Red Makeup" blew up on Weibo even though it had not yet aired and had only started filming for about a week.
The issue was smoothly resolved, and the naless heavy atmosphere that had lood over the crew instantly dissipated. During the lunch break, the crew mbers returned to normal, treating Wen Qiao no differently than usual—as if the morning’s coldness towards her had never occurred.
Wen Qiao didn’t feel hurt, just sowhat speechless, and lanted that indeed, this was an era of going with the flow.
And Jiang Wei felt that her actions that morning were a bit too impulsive. She had thought that the matter was settled and that Wen Qiao wouldn’t have a solution, but unexpectedly, Wen Qiao had been on a video call with soone at the ti, which just so happened to capture the entire incident.
The Weibo post by Jiang Yao stated that Wen Qiao was video calling her, but Jiang Wei found it hard to believe. They lived in the sa room—what would they video call about if there’s nothing to do? Even if they were video calling, why cover it up?
A figure suddenly flashed through her mind.
Had Wen Qiao been video calling with Fu Jinghen last night?
Thinking this, Jiang Wei beca a bit unsettled.
If that was the case, then she definitely shouldn’t have confronted Wen Qiao so harshly this morning.
Although the filming requirents for "Red Makeup" were a bit strict, the treatnt was very good, and the crew’s boxed als were well-balanced with both at and vegetables.
Just as Qianqian was about to go collect Jiang Wei’s boxed al, Jiang Wei stopped her, "Rember to bring back Wen Qiao’s portion as well."
Before Qianqian could ask why, she saw Jiang Wei getting up from her chair, "Never mind, I’ll go myself."
When Jiang Wei arrived at the shed where the boxed als were placed, Lin Ruochun was also there by chance.
She thought that since Wen Qiao’s agent was not around, and she did not have an assistant, plus she was currently filming and certainly didn’t have ti to collect it, Ruochun decided to help take Wen Qiao’s as well since she was getting her own anyway.
To her surprise, soone else also had the sa kind-hearted intention.
Their hands both reached for the boxed al labeled with Wen Qiao’s na at the sa ti, causing them to pause.
Seeing this, Jiang Wei started laughing, "Ruochun, when did you beco so close with Qiaoqiao?"
Lin Ruochun felt uncomfortable looking at Jiang Wei’s fake smiling face, "None of your business."
Jiang Wei’s expression remained unchanged, her hand still holding onto the boxed al, "Do you have sothing against ?"
"Not at all. I never have opinions about insignificant people."
Implicitly saying, "You’re not worth it."
Jiang Wei didn’t get upset, pretending not to understand the insinuation, "That’s good then."
She looked at the boxed al in her hand, "I’ll take Wen Qiao’s al to her. I’m closer to her anyway, right next to her."
Lin Ruochun suddenly laughed, "Jiang Wei, doesn’t it tire you to wear a mask every day?"
That morning, she had unintentionally seen Wen Qiao walking dejectedly toward a corner. Afraid that she wouldn’t be able to withstand the blow and might lose her will, Ruochun followed her quietly, driven by the belief that saving a life was more ritorious than building a seven-tiered stupa, and that she would be restless if she didn’t offer help after seeing her in need.
Then she saw Wen Qiao answering a phone call, but her deanor changed significantly before and after.
The call lasted less than ten minutes. During the first three minutes, she was cold and exceptionally composed; but as soon as she moved the phone away from her ear and then back again, her entire deanor transford.
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