Du Ruoxin hugged her and chuckled, "Is it that serious?"
She saw Miranda's fiery temper pushing everyone to the brink of exhaustion, making them feel suffocated.
"Really, you have no idea how uncomfortable I am. Look, it's a mess here," Miranda pouted, complaining.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief as they saw their boss displaying such a girlish demeanor.
This—
In their impression, the boss had always been dynamic and decisive, a paragon of a super-duper superwoman. She could go four days and four nights without sleep, working continuously, her sheer determination making others feel utterly inadequate, only capable of awe.
Having grown accustomed to their boss's absolute authority, her forceful and dictatorial side, seeing her act so spoiled was…
Cough, cough, cough!
Heaven must have heard their prayers and sent an angel to save them from this torment!
Du Ruoxin glanced around. Everything looked fine.
In her opinion, life could be slower, the pace more coordinated.
It didn't have to be a chaotic, war-like existence.
How tiring would that be?
But her friend was in a bad mood, so Du Ruoxin feigned sympathy, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I came to you today to be at your beck and call."
Miranda: "Huh?" Hadn't they agreed to work together on their careers in a few days, after she finished her current tasks and her new movie started filming?
Miranda reached out and touched Du Ruoxin's belly, "I'm afraid you'll get tired."
With Sister Xin's help, she could certainly achieve twice the results with half the effort and resolve all these bothersome issues in two to three days.
But—
She worried the workload would be too much for a pregnant woman.
"It's fine, I can handle it," Du Ruoxin said.
Miranda's large, round eyes stared at her, trying to discern something from Du Ruoxin's face, "Mmm-hmm?"
Du Ruoxin's smiling face was flawless, "Rong Jingyang took Dou Dou to play, so I'm bored by myself."
Miranda let out a long "Oh," realizing Du Ruoxin was afraid of being bothered by Cristiano.
"Alright, I'll get you busy right away." She paused and said jokingly, "Will I be hunted down?"
Cristiano was a madman; when he went berserk, blood would splatter everywhere. She couldn't handle it.
No one could!
Du Ruoxin frowned, "How dare he!"
Miranda burst into laughter, "Sister Xin, I love your spirit, your aura, you're so cool!"
The thought of Cristiano wanting to "kill her but being unable to" was simply too satisfying.
Du Ruoxin chuckled, "You."
Miranda was rebellious, a troublemaker. It felt like her life had no vitality unless she was walking a tightrope.
The more dangerous it was, the more it ignited her competitive spirit.
Du Ruoxin shook her head helplessly.
Miranda beckoned, "You, you, come here."
The two staff members who were called stepped forward nervously.
Miranda: "Call her Sister Xin and familiarize her with the work in your hands."
The two repeatedly agreed, smiling outwardly but crying inwardly—had they been fired? Had the boss found someone to replace them?
Du Ruoxin extended her hand, noticing their displeased expressions, and said humbly, "Hello, my name is Du Ruoxin. I'm here to learn from you. Please guide me."
The two: "We wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
Du Ruoxin spent the entire afternoon with the art director, gaining a rough understanding of the film's shooting operations, processes, and the required workload.
The role of an art director, also known as an art supervisor, involved related film and television work before, during, and after filming.
They were responsible for supervising the costume, makeup, props, and set design departments in the production of film and television dramas.
It wasn't too difficult.
She could grasp it at a glance.
This was because Du Ruoxin had relevant filming experience, professional knowledge in art, and expertise in coordination. Coupled with an IQ of 150, she was exceptionally quick at absorbing, summarizing, and categorizing knowledge points.
In just a few short hours, she had a clear understanding of everything.
"Hiss—"
The consequence of working for several hours without rest was an uncomfortable, dull ache in her stomach, and a sore, swollen lower back.
It felt like something was… leaking.
Du Ruoxin clutched her stomach and walked into the restroom.
She needed to check.
It wasn't blood; it was vaginal discharge.
It seemed the baby was deeply rooted in her uterus, very stable, and wouldn't fall out no matter how she moved.
Sigh~~
She pulled up her pants.
As Du Ruoxin washed her hands, she unexpectedly encountered someone she never wished to see again in this lifetime.