That night, Lin Mushi couldn't sleep well again. In her dream, a doctor held a scalpel, its cold light flashing. She couldn't help but shudder, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.
She still had to go to the film set today.
Her head was about to explode.
Madam Lin Cui Ping draped a scarf around her neck and put on her hat. In her heart, she desperately told herself:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"It's just a few scumbags, can't I handle them?"
When she arrived at the film set, the moment Lin Mushi saw Ling Qianhe, she thought to herself, this one is really not easy to handle.
These men are all too fierce!
Chen Fei was also here today, talking to Qianhe.
Ling Qianhe's expression was blank, while Chen Fei was forcing herself to negotiate with him.
"In a few days, it's the Ling Corporation's shareholder meeting. If you don't attend, your eldest brother will snatch all the limelight."
Chen Fei had a good relationship with Ling Qianhe, so she knew a little about the boy's background. She was sincerely looking out for him.
She had rushed back from overseas specifically for Ling Qianhe.
"Your eldest brother was supposed to be a vegetative state for life. Madam Ling found a brilliant doctor, and he suddenly woke up. Qianhe, you're in a very passive position right now."
"This movie isn't that important."
"This role isn't the main plot of the movie either, it's just a subplot. I've discussed it with Sister Lan, and deleting the entire segment won't affect anything, or we can find someone to replace you."
"Qianhe, I think you can turn down this movie and focus your energy on the Ling family."
The astute and capable career woman's eyes were red as she spoke to him.
"Besides, you're not in good health. I'm really worried. You can't continue working at such a high intensity. You've done in five years what others can't do in several lifetimes, but it has had a long-term impact on your health. I'm really worried about your future. Can't you take a break and recuperate?"
"If you return to the Ling family, you'll still be at the top. You've received all the honors you deserve. Qianhe, you really can take a good rest."
Ling Qianhe listened to her expressionlessly.
The stylist adjusted his clothes. He lowered his head, looking at the buckle of his belt, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
"If I leave, what about Lin Mushi, who is acting opposite me?"
Chen Fei was stunned.
When she was trying to persuade Ling Qianhe, she hadn't considered Lin Mushi at all.
"She's just a newcomer to the industry. It doesn't matter who she acts with. She should be grateful for the opportunity to be in Zhao Lan's movie. Besides, Qianhe acting as her mentor wasn't without its help."
Chen Fei hadn't expected to hear the young girl's name from Ling Qianhe.
She let out a low sigh.
The director had already called him to run his lines. Ling Qianhe nodded and walked towards the film set.
Not the slightest
sign of giving up.
Today's scene was set in a small Western-style house. Ling Qianhe played a young master with innate noble bearing. He could play such roles with ease, with a hint of ferocity and bloodlust within his nobility.
Standing there, he made people believe that he commanded thousands of troops.
Lin Mushi stood next to the Western-style house. During the set design, a glass cabinet was installed inside, filled with medals, which was very elaborate.
Ling Qianhe walked up to her.
"Are these things beautiful? Pretty?"
"I traded my life for them."
His tone was as if he were joking.
But he wasn't.
"How dare you leak my secret information to those underground forces? Do you think I won't kill you?"
His palm suddenly clasped the girl's slender neck!
"Why do you think you're special in my eyes? Compared to these medals of mine, you are so insignificant that you're not even worth mentioning."
"I fought my way out of gunfire. A bullet piercing a person's skull is just a blink of an eye. Compared to this, what is love? Why do you think I, a young marshal who has seen such storms, would feel heartache for you? What are you? Even if you die tomorrow, I wouldn't feel a twinge of pain."
"Even if you fall before me, I won't even frown."
The young man's features were delicate and beautiful. He looked at the timid girl in front of him, released her neck, then reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze!
He scrutinized her cheeks, looked into her eyes, and let out a contemptuous sneer, as if she were truly just a humble and pitiful little thing.
"If you're going to be a vase, have the self-awareness of a vase. Stay at home and wait for me. Isn't it better to be a pampered canary? You're going to be an underground operative?"
"Girls with your looks, I can have as many as I want. Do you think I really care?"
Lin Mushi's eyes flared with anger. She looked up and met his gaze. His fingertips traced her jawline. She gritted her teeth.
"Who says you don't care!"
"Everyone has feelings!"
"Don't you?"
"If I give you my true heart, you'll be moved! I'm doing this for your own good! I know what's right and wrong. Those people who were tortured were all proud scholars. What wrong did they do? If you help your father kill them, you'll be unforgivable!"
But the young man still smiled coldly and mockingly. In a chaotic world, there was no room for the slightest softheartedness.
"True heart?"
"Have you seen someone whose heart has been taken out? That would be a dead person."
"Who can give their true heart to others? No one can. Qingling, I told you, I don't care."
"Even if you are killed today, right before my eyes, tomorrow there will be a hundred girls who are gentler, more beautiful, more learned, and even more adept at understanding a man's mind. You are so stubborn, unlikable from the inside out. Who can you beguile? I will never be softhearted for you."
Outside the film set, Zhao Lan watched, not daring to call cut. This scene was a confrontation between Qi Qingling, played by Lin Mushi, and the male lead, Shen Jin'an.
Shen Jin'an hadn't completely fallen in love with Qi Qingling yet.
So when he discovered she had leaked his secret information, he rushed to confront her, and speaking to her in the Western-style house, he could be so tough.
But the harder his mouth was now,
the more he would collapse uncontrollably and break down completely after Qi Qingling's death.
He went mad for Qi Qingling, broke ties with his father, carried Qi Qingling's body through a hundred miles of snow, and forbade anyone else from touching her.
He said people couldn't give their true hearts.
Finally, when the city fell, he led his guards to defend the city for five full days, and only after the last civilian evacuated, he shot himself in the heart.
He wanted to show her.
His heart.
Zhao Lan looked at the arrogant youth before him. He was like an fearless warlord marshal. With a mocking smile at the corner of his lips, he looked at the girl in front of him. Ling Qianhe acted so genuinely, he was that person.
But Lin Mushi caught his performance, accepted all his emotions, and embraced all his cold, sharp, and dark intensity. She looked up.
"I have never been one of the trophies you displayed in the glass cabinet for show."
"I am not a beautiful trinket, a vase for decoration. I know I did nothing wrong. What I did has never wronged you."
"Shen Jin'an."
"You will regret this."
"Just you wait, the 'chasing wife crematorium' is coming!"