Lin Muzi chatted with Yang Weiyang for a bit before bidding farewell to sleep. Filming was exhausting, depleting her physical strength to the extreme.
That night, while Lin Muzi slept, paparazzi released behind-the-scenes photos from the film shoot in the late hours. Despite the blurry image quality, Lin Muzi and Ling Qianhe could be clearly seen standing very close to each other.
Anti-fans, staying up late, erupted in furious outrage, spewing profanity.
【Lin Muzi, this green tea bitch, didn't she always claim to respect Ling Qianhe and have no involvement with him?】
【She actually tried to seduce Qianhe’s brother! Shameless liar! You’re deceiving our feelings!】
Someone immediately defended Lin Muzi.
【To the person above, who is seducing whom is still uncertain, wouldn't you say?】
【And it was just a coincidence.】
Fans were infuriated and resorted to curses.
【A coincidence, my foot!】
【She’s helped him out several times during public performances, and they’re still filming together. It’s clearly this shameless little slut seducing Qianhe!】
However, there were also rational fans.
【You know, now that you mention it, I’m starting to think it looks more like Qianhe is the one actively approaching her.】
【She’s just a newcomer, she can’t possibly hold a knife to Qianhe’s throat and force him to cooperate with her. It really seems like Qianhe is the one making the advances.】
Someone retorted, their face flushing red.
【What utter nonsense! How could Qianhe be interested in her? What’s so attractive about her? This girl is hideous!】
【Forget about her, I never even liked Qianhe’s previous assistant. She just knows how to play the drums, so why is she always by Qianhe’s side? Don’t try to stop me, I’m officially becoming a Lin Muzi anti-fan! Her name alone feels unlucky!】
This was the fervent protection of a mother hen guarding her chick.
Other fans, unable to persuade them, could only sigh.
【We have to support Qianhe’s drama, right? Let’s just watch it. What if the final product is surprisingly good?】
The anti-fan sneered.
【Impossible! Lin Muzi is a newcomer, how could she possibly film a good movie? If I shed even a single tear while watching the movie, I’ll livestream myself washing my hair upside down!】
【I’ll drink toilet water!】
【I’ll run ten laps around the pigsty and then shout, ‘I have blind eyes!’】
When Lin Muzi arrived at the film set, Ling Qianhe was already there. He was looking down at the comments, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
Then he put away his phone.
Today was another crucial scene.
Every scene in this movie was a memorable moment.
The scene to be filmed today was of Ling Qianhe, in agony, carrying her corpse and walking blankly through the snow.
The director and Zhao Lan were discussing whether to find a body double for the young girl. It was freezing cold, and she would be suffering in a thin outfit, held by Ling Qianhe.
Lin Muzi felt it was unnecessary.
She volunteered.
They could film it as is.
Finding a suitable body double was difficult, and she felt uneasy about letting someone else endure the suffering in her place.
Zhao Lan quietly advised her.
“Rub against Qianhe more, don’t be shy. He’s young and a boy, practically a little furnace. If you get close to him, you won’t get sick. Rub against him a few more times, don’t be afraid.”
Lin Muzi coughed, nearly spitting out the water she was drinking.
What a terrible suggestion.
Was Sister Lan mistaking her and Ling Qianhe for a real couple?
But then, what corpse would rub against someone? And that wasn't the worst of it.
What if she accidentally aroused Ling Qianhe?
How would they handle that situation?
Ling Qianhe had already walked over. He looked at Lin Muzi. The young man was wearing only a thin military uniform, but he didn’t seem to be suffering from the cold at all.
Lin Muzi remembered his continuously dropping life values and asked the system.
“Is his body okay? I don’t want him to be so weak that he stumbles while carrying me. I’ll be so embarrassed in front of everyone!”
Hearing Lin Muzi’s words, the system responded gleefully.
“His health has risen to fifty percent. He hasn’t self-harmed recently, and the wounds on his wrist have completely healed. Although I don’t know why, his condition is quite good now. He could probably hold you for three days and three nights without any problem.”
Lin Muzi cut off his last remark, silencing him.
Lin Muzi looked at Ling Qianhe opposite her, feigning composure.
“Shall we begin?”
Ling Qianhe didn’t meet her gaze. He simply picked her up with ease.
He did radiate warmth.
During the many nights when the automaton was resurrected, he would press against her body, radiating heat like this.
Lin Muzi’s eyelashes trembled, her heart in turmoil.
However, under the public gaze, Ling Qianhe was impeccably polite. He held her in his arms, then gestured to the surrounding cameramen, indicating that they could begin filming.
This scene was a significant test of “Qianhe’s brother’s” stamina.
In the princess carry pose, if the person being carried could wrap their arms around the carrier’s neck, it would save them a lot of effort.
But fatefully, Lin Muzi was currently a corpse.
She couldn’t wrap her arms around his neck.
Her makeup depicted bruises and contusions all over her body, her wrists hanging limply. In such a state, for Ling Qianhe to still want to hold her, and do so in a very dignified manner, truly tested his arm strength.
But he held her steady.
“Little rascal, lifting barbells in the gym wasn’t for nothing,” Lin Muzi commented internally, while outwardly maintaining the perfect facade of a corpse.
Artificial snow swirled across the film base.
In the story, he carried her for a hundred miles.
In reality, the little rascal carried her for ten meters.
The director called for Ling Qianhe to put her down. Lin Muzi finally managed to catch her breath, swiftly escaping from his embrace.
“Can you still carry me?”
Ling Qianhe let out a cold snort.
“You doubt my stamina?”
Lin Muzi startled and quickly explained.
“I didn’t doubt your stamina!”
Her voice faltered slightly.
“I…”
Ling Qianhe grunted and then questioned her coldly.
“No doubt?”
The director seized the opportunity.
“Oh, Qianhe can still carry her. Let’s film a couple more takes.”
After several more carries, despite his good stamina, he was starting to breathe heavily in the frigid weather. Lin Muzi noticed sweat on his forehead and hesitated for a long time before offering him a tissue.
A crew assistant stepped forward.
“Qianhe, wipe your sweat…”
The girl looked very anxious. Ling Qianhe frowned slightly, then took the tissue from her palm.
Lin Muzi felt a pang of discontent and complained to the system in her mind.
“Qianhe, he’s accepting tissues from other girls.”
The system replied, sounding troubled.
“Host, you can also offer him tissues.”
Lin Muzi initially wanted to refuse.
But after a moment of prideful defiance, she pulled out a tissue.
Her tone was brusque.
“Here. Wipe your face.”
The system couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Everyone else acted like delicate little flowers, but the host was so rough, just saying “here” and being done with it?
Unexpectedly, Ling Qianhe chuckled.
His clear, cool eyes gazed deeply at Lin Muzi.
“Wipe my face?”
Lin Muzi nodded. Ling Qianhe didn’t take her tissue. He said,
“Your face looks like a cat’s. Do you think you can wipe someone else’s face?”
Lin Muzi’s face was indeed smudged with a lot of dust. The artificial snow was accompanied by a great deal of dust. The distant shots were beautiful, but up close, it was suffering. Moreover, her makeup of bruises and contusions looked rather tragic, resembling a zombie reawakening.
Lin Muzi, angered, turned and ran.
“If you don’t want it, then fine!”
Her good intentions were treated like a donkey’s liver and lungs.
If she cared about Ling Qianhe any more, she’d change her surname to his!
The director called out again.
“All departments prepare! Lin Muzi’s corpse, prepare! Has Qianhe recovered his stamina? Let’s do another ten rounds!”
Lin Muzi found the remark strangely familiar.
Ling Qianhe watched her, then picked her up. He leaned close to her ear and whispered,
“Let’s film with all our might. This scene is very heartbreaking. You need to make the audience cry.”
Lin Muzi nodded, a hint of confusion in her voice.
“Why make the audience cry?”
Ling Qianhe smiled.
“I want to see the anti-fans washing their hair upside down live. Wouldn’t that be an interesting sight?”