My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 297: The Relationship Between the Two, Indeed Requires Further Reflection

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: The Relationship Between the Two, Indeed Requires Further Reflection

Bo Yan’s face briefly flashed with irritation at being called by his name by someone insignificant. Jiang Yan confirmed that this made her special — everyone called him "Great Movie Emperor Bo," but she alone called him Bo Yan.

Xie Cheng felt like he was going insane because of her. Couldn’t she sense that others detested her?

He stepped forward to stop Jiang Yan, who was trying to approach Bo Yan. "Miss Jiang, you speak too much. If you really want to shoot the OL advertisement, we can let you have it, can’t we?"

Upon hearing this, the director panicked and came over immediately. "Manager Xie, no, no, that’s not possible. This was already arranged by the higher-ups. The Great Movie Emperor Bo can start shooting now, and with his speed, he could finish it today."

Xie Cheng snorted, "I had thought that the entire OL team was here to serve Miss Jiang."

The director’s forehead was sweating profusely, and he kept signaling to Jiang Yan with his eyes to stop causing trouble. Jiang Yan pursed her lips, not daring to block Bo Yan anymore. Although her father treated her like a treasure, OL was not solely owned by her father.

She only had a third of the authority.

Stomping her foot in frustration, she glared at Xie Cheng and then turned to leave. Xie Cheng’s brow furrowed, and he followed Bo Yan towards the backdrop that had been set up by the sea.

...

Bo Yan was having all sorts of troubles, and Yuran was not faring much better. In her scenes with the female lead played by Qu Dongdong, the crisis at Tongguan was imminent. Xie Qingcheng, played by Yuran, volunteered personally and needed to report to the emperor in the palace. Outside the grand hall, she encountered the hurriedly arriving Queen, who was played by Qu Dongdong. According to Director Lin, she lacked a certain charisma.

She played it like a delicate little Baihua.

Xie Qingcheng, portrayed by Yuran in a military uniform, stood a meter away from the female lead played by Qu Dongdong and exchanged glances. Xie Qingcheng saluted with a complex look in her eyes. This shot, given to Yuran by Lin Zhan, was a close-up.

He captured the nuances of her gaze with exquisite exactness, always sincerely finding Yuran outstanding whenever he shot Xie Qingcheng, for her eyes had a profound depth.

The current Xie Qingcheng still loved the emperor but faced the woman the emperor loved. Part of her was heartbroken, another part harbored unrequited love, and yet another part was self-aware, knowing she would never reach that person in this lifetime.

Lin Zhan dared not shoot a close-up of Qu Dongdong. He planned to shoot all of Qu Dongdong’s close-ups in batches and then edit them in post-production.

When the two met, the female lead was bothered by Xie Qingcheng’s closeness with the emperor. Xie Qingcheng knew this well, but she still politely saluted and stated her purpose. The female lead asked her maid to inform others while she walked with Xie Qingcheng to a pavilion.

The scene was shot following the rule of thirds, a specialty of Lin Zhan’s. The monitor displayed an exceedingly perfect image.

But he tugged at the assistant director beside him, "What if we get criticized by the audience when this film is released?"

The assistant director was baffled. "Why would the audience criticize us?"

Director Lin said, "Because Xie Qingcheng dies, even though she’s clearly a better match for the emperor."

The assistant director said, "There’s nothing we can do about that. It’s how the author wrote it, and that’s how the script is arranged."

Lin Zhan felt his partner was so dull. How had he endured him for so many years? He waved his hand dismissively, a look of disgust on his face, "Enough, enough, stop talking. Listening to you makes me feel suffocated."

The assistant director was left speechless. "Working with you, I haven’t even started feeling suffocated, yet you’re the one complaining?"

In the monitor, the female lead offered tea to Xie Qingcheng with a gentle voice, "General, are you preparing to campaign in Tongguan?"

Xie Qingcheng sat upright, her demeanor bold and succinct, and even her tea-drinking posture carried a hint of carefree elegance. "Yes."

The female lead asked, "I heard you grew up with the emperor. Why not marry His Majesty?"

In the original work, the female lead genuinely asked this question, but as performed by Qu Dongdong, it just seemed like an act of an innocent lotus flower.

Lin Zhan massaged his forehead.

Clutching a loudspeaker, he snapped, "Stop, stop, stop, Qu Dongdong, I asked for grace, not affectation, I wanted a gentle lady, not jealousy and stench. Have you even read the script at home?"

Qu Dongdong had been scolded frequently lately and couldn’t save face, hastily explaining, "Director Lin, I, I was just misled by Yuran."

What?

Yuran couldn’t believe her ears, staring in disbelief at the blatant liar, she didn’t argue but got up and walked towards Annan, who handed her a bottle of mineral water without interjecting, "You’re blaming her after ruining your performance, does she have no shame?"

She had no classes today and had come specifically to take care of Yuran, never expecting to witness such a scene; it was certainly an eye-opener for her.

When people are shameless, they are invincible.

Director Lin was livid, angrily saying, "That’s nonsense, come here and look at yourself on the monitor, your so-called unique, unparalleled acting skills, and you have the nerve to blame someone else?"

Qu Dongdong walked over, still trying to shift the blame to Yuran, while Lan Yi, who was reading her script, saw Yuran sit down beside her and said with a smile, "Don’t mind it."

Yuran smiled at Lan Yi, "Senior, I really don’t mind."

Lan Yi gave her a few more glances; since they had started working together, Yuran had been non-competitive and diligent, densely annotating her script and acting as though she wasn’t a rookie.

She was polite in dealing with people and in comparison to Qu Dongdong, Lan Yi liked Yuran more.

No, everyone in the crew liked her.

For example, now.

During lunchtime, Yuran had ordered milk tea for everyone in the crew, which included over a hundred people, giving each a cup of milk tea, indeed costing a considerable sum of money. She was well integrated with the people in the crew, and nobody really blamed her for Qu Dongdong’s accusations.

When the milk teas arrived, everyone eagerly gathered around.

"Ranran, your family owns a mine, right?"

"You’ve treated us to milk tea for several days in a row, does your family own a milk tea shop?"

"Wow, today there are desserts from Fuyunfang. How did you manage that? Does Fuyunfang deliver? That place where you supposedly have to queue even for a meal."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples.

Yuran was baffled, quickly looking towards Annan, who, coming to her senses belatedly, whispered into Yuran’s ear, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Just now, Bo Yan, the great movie star, called to check on your shooting progress and meal status. I casually mentioned you were treating everyone to milk tea, then he said he’d treat everyone to desserts."

Yuran massaged her forehead, caught between laughter and tears. She had originally wanted to send Bo Yan a message to express her longing and show a bit of affection, but ended up being surrounded by praises from everyone, missing the opportunity.

She could only play along with a laugh.

Lan Yi was a very sharp person; she sensed something special between Yuran and Bo Yan. Although she hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, her ears were sharp, and she caught a few words, among them "Bo Yan, the great movie star" very clearly.

She accepted a cake Yuran handed to her, smiling, "Thank you."

The relationship between the two indeed warranted further thought.