Lin Muzi’s scenes were finished, and she could watch Ling Qianhe continue filming with a clear conscience.
His final scene depicted him being utterly brutalized.
On the winter city wall, amidst the freezing cold, Ling Qianhe stood atop it. His adjutant, bloodied, stood beside him. The young man’s lips were pressed tightly together, his army-green overcoat stained with blood.
Amidst the chaos of war and the billowing smoke, he had defended the city for ten days and ten nights, waiting until the last civilian was evacuated.
The roar of artillery fire.
His gaze began to blur.
Was this… the final end?
He thought of so many things. Snowflakes fell onto his military cap. He pursed his thin lips. In the distance, continuous explosions sounded, and the city wall was breached.
The ruthless enemy finally broke through!
As he looked into the distance, he fired a bullet into himself.
Amidst the artillery fire.
The young marshal, a single bullet piercing his heart.
Shattered to pieces!
...
The film crew’s eyes were stinging. Some of the younger, more sensitive girls even began to weep softly. It took a while for the assistant to hurry over and help Ling Qianhe up.
For his last scene, he had insisted on pursuing realism and had not used any wire rigging, falling directly from the city wall.
Although safety measures were in place below, it still made people’s hearts race.
Assistants draped a black down jacket over him.
Ling Qianhe stood there, his eyes filled with cold indifference and defiance, taking a long moment to emerge from the intense emotions.
Watching him film so desperately, Lin Muzi heard Zhao Lan sigh beside her.
“Qianhe is truly a dedicated actor. I remember when he first debuted; he was still considered a newcomer.”
“I collaborated with him on a martial arts film, and my impression was incredibly deep because he gave me the feeling of someone who simply didn’t care about his own life!”
“He dared to attempt actions that others wouldn’t, which is how he secured the opportunities for his subsequent roles.”
“It was the same when he went to Hollywood; Qianhe worked harder than anyone. Such a dedicated young man, everyone would naturally feel for him.”
Ling Qianhe had already walked over from the filming set.
With his stern brows and cold eyes, he glanced at the young girl sitting on the small stool.
He let out a soft snort.
“Everyone would feel for him?”
“I think some people don’t.”
“Indeed, how could someone who is born without a heart ever feel for me?”
Zhao Lan was a little confused by his words.
What was wrong with Qianhe?
Was he being passive-aggressive?
And who was he being passive-aggressive towards?
Lin Muzi, however, felt a little guilty. She cleared her throat, a thought of escape crossing her mind.
But Zhao Lan held her back.
“Xiao Ci, don’t run off. There’s a celebration banquet tonight. After you and Qianhe finish this scene, our film crew will be pretty much done shooting. I’ll host a celebration banquet for you both.”
“This is Xiao Ci’s first film, after all. Honestly, your performance was exceptional, not at all like a newcomer.”
Zhao Lan found this point quite surprising as well.
Generally, when newcomers first entered this industry, they would inevitably feel constrained and unsure of themselves.
But Lin Muzi seemed to be in her element, as if she had acted in many films before. She naturally knew how to position herself, how to face the camera, and how to present her best self.
The emotions in every scene were also perfectly conveyed.
She rarely made mistakes.
Instead, Ling Qianhe sometimes lacked precision in his emotions, and when facing her, he would have to reshoot!
Zhao Lan even harbored doubts in her heart.
Could this young girl have been a child star?
Lin Muzi had certainly not been a child star, but she did possess an "acting space."
She thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Sister Lan had helped her a lot during filming, and it wouldn't be right to refuse Sister Lan’s request.
Zhao Lan then smiled and patted her shoulder.
“Qianhe, you should join us too.”
...
This was also Lin Muzi’s first time attending an industry banquet.
While Zhao Lan was chatting with the director at the hotel next to the filming base, Ling Qianhe, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes never left her.
Lin Muzi coughed and stood up to get a small cake.
Ling Qianhe watched her retreating figure. The young girl was wearing a small black dress with a white jacket over it, a blend of purity and subtle sexiness. He snorted.
Who was she trying to seduce now?
Just then, a supporting actress came over to toast Ling Qianhe. He downed the red wine in one gulp.
Lin Muzi, holding her small cake, turned around and saw this scene.
She was slightly taken aback.
Was this how Ling Qianhe flirted with the female celebrities in the industry when he was outside?
After finishing the red wine, Ling Qianhe walked towards Lin Muzi.
Seeing her holding the small cake, her lips pressed together in silence, Ling Qianhe smiled. Then, he leaned close to her lips and asked in her ear.
“Jealous?”
Lin Muzi shook her head.
“Who am I to be jealous of Tutor Ling? After the wrap-up party is over, I believe I won’t be seeing Tutor Ling for a long time!”
After all, the entertainment industry was vast.
She might not necessarily encounter him.
The system in her mind chuckled slyly.
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Ling Qianhe looked at the small cake on her plate. The young girl was lost in thought, but Ling Qianhe asked her.
“Has no one told you about the group stage performance?”
Lin Muzi vaguely remembered something about that.
This show didn’t just end after debuting; they also provided a batch of resources afterward, including various music stages, variety shows, and so on.
She, Yang Weiyang, and Lu Keke, being the top three popular contestants, had already received offers for TV dramas in the later stages of the show.
She had joined Sister Lan’s crew and filmed with Ling Qianhe.
Yang Weiyang went into a TV drama; her first acting role was as the female lead in a low-budget historical comedy.
She played a cute little chef who was constantly bullied. By chance, she found a tall, handsome, amnesiac cook, who turned out to be a great general who had been injured in battle, leading to his amnesia. They eventually became a bickering couple who found true love.
In her previous life, she had acted in this very drama, “The Delicious Little Chef and Her Amnesiac Loyal Big General.”
It propelled her to stardom. Despite being a low-budget production, it became a dark horse in the TV drama market.
Its performance was excellent.
She herself also became a popular film and television actress.
As for Lu Keke, she partnered with the now very popular male celebrity Yin Haiyang and took on the role of the infatuated junior disciple in the Xianxia drama that Lin Muzi had previously rejected.
Regarding this outcome, Lin Muzi could only sigh for her.
Because Yin Haiyang was soon to be involved in scandal and declared a disgraced artist. Not only would he struggle to film, but even appearing in public would be difficult. His dramas were also shelved.
It could be said that Lu Keke’s hard work in filming was in vain.
However, Lin Muzi actually missed Yang Weiyang a little. She should have joined a crew by now. She wondered when she would have time to visit her!
While Lin Muzi was contemplating everyone’s future, she heard Ling Qianhe let out a displeased snort.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Thinking about that classmate of yours, that big傻大个 (silly giant)?”
“Or that old man, Feng Yuting?”
“Or perhaps your psychologist, that sinister man?”
“You always manage to attract all sorts of men.”
His jealousy could be smelled from eight hundred miles away.
Lin Muzi looked up, her eyes sparkling brightly.
“It has nothing to do with you.”
“Aren’t you also flirting with other minor celebrities?”
Qianhe’s gaze was fixed intently on her cheeks. He snorted softly.
“I did that to make you…”
Lin Muzi let out a hum, raising an eyebrow to look at him.
“Make me what?”
Make you jealous!
Ling Qianhe merely stared at her. After a moment, he said, “Come upstairs with me later.”
Lin Muzi became even more defiant.
“Why should I listen to you?”
Ling Qianhe narrowed his eyes. He smiled, and a hint of confident determination appeared on his handsome young face.
“Forgot about that pink diamond?”
Lin Muzi: “Damn it!”
Damn that Ling Qianhe, he was actually threatening her?