The scene finished filming.
For the next scene, the yandere emperor changed his style.
"Ye Ling, since you want to be My Woman, you must be loyal to Me, generation after generation. You absolutely cannot have any thoughts of leaving Me!"
The young monarch proudly raised his head.
In the depths of his eyes, it was as if fine flames had ignited.
Every word, every syllable, he wished could be carved into people's hearts.
"I have never met a woman like you."
"To look at Me with such... disdain!"
Ye Ling looked at him.
"Your Majesty has already decided I am a spy for someone else, haven't you?"
"Your Majesty wanted to see me desperately submit beneath Your Majesty's might, didn't you?"
"Like this, are you satisfied?"
On the bed, her face was as cold and delicate as a peach blossom, and the depths of her pupils seemed to instantly fill with fine mist.
The man opposite her slowly leaned closer.
He looked at her fair, tender chest, intending not to be swayed by this woman, intending to punish her severely, yet he found himself unable to resist again and again.
He gritted his teeth.
His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his lips and teeth.
"You... don't think of seducing Me!"
The girl opposite flipped over.
Her thighs were placed above his body.
Her long hair cascaded down, dark hair, dark eyes, alluring him invisibly, then she spoke softly.
"Oh? Your Majesty thinks I am seducing Your Majesty?"
"Or, Your Majesty... is involuntarily attracted to this lowly servant?"
Her words were extremely bold.
The young monarch gasped, and he stared coldly into her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be stained with a thin layer of frost.
She tilted her head and slowly kissed his lips.
"Your Majesty is truly moved."
He could no longer bear it.
He finally flipped over and pinned her down!
...
This scene had no staff, only a few cameras were left.
The director told them to improvise, and as Lin Muxi acted, she became immersed in the role.
She even had the illusion that if this continued, Ling Qianhe might actually devour her!
Fortunately.
She still had a shred of reason.
Lin Muxi pushed against the man's chest, making him sit up.
He stared deeply into her eyes.
He asked her.
"You're not moved at all?"
Lin Muxi glared at him.
"This is filming!"
She quickly stood up and pulled at her dislodged clothing.
Ling Qianhe's deep chuckle reached her ears.
"What are you covering?"
"It's not big anyway."
Lin Muxi was furious, "It's not... not big, then what are you staring at?"
Ling Qianhe was shamelessly bold. "Even though it's not big, I quite like it."
"It's just right for a handful."
"I can't put it down."
Lin Muxi was so angry she didn't want to speak anymore.
This scoundrel! Bastard!
He placed his hands on Lin Muxi's shoulders, and then Lin Muxi heard his voice, deep and low, like a thick, impenetrable fog.
"Xiao Ci, when you act with Hanks, hold back a little. But it's okay, I'll be watching from the side. If he goes too far, I'll rush up and hit him directly."
This was a case of only allowing officials to set fires but forbidding common people to light lamps!
Lin Muxi felt increasingly annoyed.
A stomach full of pent-up frustration.
The director walked in to check the recorded footage and greet Lin Muxi.
"Don't leave, there's a party in the industry tonight. I'll take you two along. They're all old figures in the film association, seasoned veterans. Qianhe should know."
Ling Qianhe grunted in acknowledgment.
He was always indifferent to these dinner invitations.
But if it was to accompany Lin Muxi and make an impression, he was naturally happy to do so.
"She doesn't drink."
"I can substitute for her."
Director Li Ping glanced at Ling Qianhe and Lin Muxi with some bewilderment.
Had these two youngsters gotten together so quickly?
However, it wouldn't be strange if they had, the man was handsome, the woman was beautiful.
Both around twenty years old, it wasn't strange for them to develop genuine feelings.
As long as it didn't affect the filming, he smiled, happy to see it happen.
...
That evening, Lin Muxi sat in Ling Qianhe's car on the way to the banquet venue.
Uncle Li seemed to have taken her mother out on a date tonight, and she could still smell Ms. Lin Cui Ping's perfume in the car, "Dreamy Paris." She had prepared meticulously.
If she didn't hook up with a big shot, it would be unacceptable.
Ling Qianhe sat beside her. She wore a white little formal dress, which the makeup artist had found for her.
It covered her tightly, yet outlined her soul-stirring, bone-penetrating curves, soft and enchanting.
Ling Qianhe looked at her and let out a soft hum, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.
"I really don't want you to enter this circle."
[I only want to savor your beauty alone.]
Lin Muxi understood his unspoken meaning, and she lowered her head, looking at her reflection on the ground.
"I don't want to be weaker than you."
Ling Qianhe hummed softly, leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear, in a voice only she could hear.
"Why don't you have such a strong competitive spirit in bed?"
Lin Muxi's cheeks instantly turned red.
Her breath hitched, and Ling Qianhe's fingertips slowly grazed her nose.
The wind rustled the trees outside the window as he openly nudged her shoulder to lean against his body.
"Later, if those people talk nonsense and you don't like it, just don't say anything. I'll handle everything."
...
Lin Muxi indeed didn't need to take the lead.
Ling Qianhe shielded her from drinks.
People came and went, and she couldn't remember how many groups had approached.
They were all influential figures in the film industry, but Ling Qianhe handled them with extreme ease.
He blocked drinks for her, tilting his head and downing them, yet his eyes remained clear.
Others couldn't get close to her, so they teased him.
"You're protecting her so much, is she your little girlfriend?"
Ling Qianhe just chuckled, then said gently.
"Not a little girlfriend."
He paused for a moment, then stated with certainty.
"She's my little wife."
Those people laughed even harder.
"Alright, we'll give you face. Let's all drink to it."
He turned to look at Lin Muxi. The lights flickered, and his eyes seemed to be veiled with a layer of mist.
Despite drinking so much, his cheeks weren't as flushed as when he kissed her, but Lin Muxi couldn't bear it and held his wrist.
"Qianhe, that's enough, let's go."
Ling Qianhe said, word by word.
"It's not enough."
"Although I don't want you to enter this circle, if your mission is destined to shine in this world, to be an idol for millions, then I hope—"
Ling Qianhe took a deep breath, his voice deep and pleasant.
"I hope more and more people will see you. I can protect you, and I can help you soar, giving you all the best things."
He had always been like this.
Back in the orphanage, he would get his head bashed in during fights.
Working odd jobs every day.
Just to send her a bouquet of Valentine's Day roses.
He did his utmost, even enduring hardships himself,
Just to give her the best. He loved her, wishing he could give her his life.
As Lin Muxi helped him out of the banquet, she heard someone shouting loudly in the hallway.
"You're washed up!"
"Wu Minlong, do you think you're still the martial arts star you used to be? The entire martial arts film industry has declined. Stars like you who are past their prime can't bounce back. Don't expect anyone to help you; everyone is pursuing traffic..."
"So what if you can fight, so what if you've won martial arts championships?"
"No one watches in this era!"
Every word was piercing.
Lin Muxi frowned. She hadn't expected to encounter Brother Long being humiliated here.
Wu Minlong's body seemed to tremble. After a long while, he finally looked up.
"The times change, and I, Wu Minlong, won't stay like this forever."
"I dare to bet with you, I will make a comeback..."
The man opposite him, perhaps a director, sneered directly.
"Make a comeback? You're dreaming!"
"Your era is over! You're a man in his thirties, approaching forty, hoping to make a comeback. Who will give you another chance? Forget about being the lead, even a supporting role requires careful consideration!"
"I heard you mortgaged your house? Tsk tsk tsk, you're probably going to lose everything..."
"Do you think making sci-fi movies in our China is that easy? You're destined to fail!"
"That's something only a mature industrial system like Hollywood can produce. You're talking nonsense, like a frog in a well."
These words were sharp and cold!
Wu Minlong gritted his teeth, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. If he hadn't maintained his composure,
He might have thrown a punch and crippled the other party.
Lin Muxi also frowned.
The other party's words were indeed extremely sharp and unpleasant to hear.
Even she felt uncomfortable listening to them, let alone Wu Minlong.
He must have felt even more uncomfortable!
Wu Minlong's expression was grief-stricken, his face turning a purplish-red from extreme anger.
"Have you forgotten? When your film had no investors and you were almost bankrupt, I lowered my price, took no salary, and supported you with my brothers!"
"One of my stunt brothers became paralyzed because of inadequate safety measures in your film due to funding shortages, and I paid for his medical expenses! I covered the subsequent costs as well."
"And now Wu Pinde, you're saying this to me?"
"Are you even human?"
The director opposite had a smug look on his face.
"Things change. Now, Brother Long, you're like a phoenix with clipped wings, worse than a chicken. Of course, everyone will kick you while you're down."
"In our industry, luck is everything."
"Brother Long, you're so unlucky. What if your bad luck spreads to us?"
"We definitely need to stay far away from you."
"We always hang out with the most popular people. You washed-up star, I think you can retire now!"
Lin Muxi was furious.
What a shameless, despicable man!
Ling Qianhe glanced at Lin Muxi.
He walked over.
Then he looked at that Director Wu.
"Don't be so absolute with your words, be careful of being slapped in the face later."
Upon hearing Ling Qianhe's words, the director's demeanor changed instantly. He looked at Ling Qianhe and began to bow and scrape.
"It's Qianhe? Qianhe, you don't understand. Washed-up stars like this just like to act crazy... Don't listen to his ramblings. Qianhe, what do you think of the script I sent you? Do you want to be my male lead?"
These people were naturally multi-faced.
Ling Qianhe, however, frowned.
His expression was somewhat indifferent.
After a moment, Ling Qianhe said.
"Male lead?"
The director opposite nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, the male lead. Qianhe, would you consider it..."
Ling Qianhe's expression was indifferent.
"Compared to you, I admire Brother Long more. Brother Long is a senior in the industry, and I've always respected him."
He walked over to Wu Minlong.
"Brother Long, you don't need to pay attention to the buzzing of these blind fools."
"They are all short-sighted villains. Why bother getting angry at such shameless, opportunistic, insidious scoundrels?"
"It's not worth it."
"Brother Long, you have innate righteousness and are impeccable in your conduct. Your reputation is excellent in the industry."
"We juniors see it clearly."
"Why bother with him? He's a dog spewing foul words."
"I believe Brother Long will have great fortune in the future, and his films are destined to be explosive hits."
His words made Wu Minlong beam with joy.
Wu Minlong looked at Ling Qianhe, then excitedly grasped Ling Qianhe's hand. Wu Minlong said with great emotion.
"From now on, you are my brother!"
"I want to recognize Little Ci as my god-sister and you as my god-brother!"
Lin Muxi beside them almost burst out laughing.
Now Ling Qianhe would be unhappy, right?
He had shot himself in the foot.
How could he be content with a sibling relationship with her?
But Ling Qianhe's expression was subtle, yet he said "good."
Taking advantage of Wu Minlong's presence,
He leaned close to Lin Muxi and said earnestly.
"Doesn't Xiao Ci think this is more exciting?"
"I, however, quite like this."
"The more forbidden, the more captivating!"