Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 92 The Tacit Little Finger Agreement

December 6th.

3:15 pm.

"The final shot of 'The Heirs', filming complete!"

As director Fu Shengzhe's voice spread throughout the set through the loudspeaker, the entire crew instantly became excited.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"Happy filming!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

All the fatigue and pressure of the past three months were released at this moment. The staff hugged each other and the actors high-fived to celebrate.

Several guys from the props team even threw their hats into the air excitedly.

Lee Min Ho and Park Shin Hye were pushed to the center and accepted congratulations from the entire crew as the male and female protagonists.

"Come on, the main actors, come and take a photo!"

The photographer called out.

Krystal Jung walked quickly through the noisy set, and the moment Kang Jae-hoon stopped, she quietly moved to his right side.

The gap between camera debugging.

She suddenly reached out and held Jiang Zaixun's arm.

Jiang Zaixun's body stiffened and he turned to look at her——

Krystal Jung just stared at the camera with a sweet smile on her lips, as if nothing had happened.

"Click——"

The picture freezes.

In the photo, Kang Jae-hoon's expression looks a little dull, while Krystal Jung is smiling brightly.

Kim Ji-won, who was standing next to them, happened to look at the position of their arms and smiled mischievously.

"Another one! Look here!"

The photographer gestured, and Kang Jae-hoon instinctively straightened his back. He could clearly feel the warmth of Krystal's palm through the fabric of her clothes, and even smell the faint scent of strawberries in her hair.

(Today she...)
(Wearing perfume?)

As soon as this thought came to mind, Jiang Zaixun heard a very light voice in his ear:

"Pabhu."

He turned his head and met Krystal's stealthy gaze.

The moment their eyes met, she quickly turned away.

"Perfect!"

The photographer made an OK gesture:
"Finally, here's a group photo with all the staff in it!"

The crowd began to surge, and the stagehands, lighting technicians, and makeup artists all squeezed into the frame. Jiang Zaixun felt Zheng Xiujing's hand slip down quietly, but the next second, something soft gently hooked his pinky finger.

Her little finger.

Like a test, but also like an agreement.

Jiang Jae-hoon held his breath and carefully hooked the slender finger back.

Amid the cheers of nearly a hundred people, this small, unnoticed action became the first unspoken secret between them.

The photo shoot is over.

Director Fu Shengzhe clapped his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet:

"The wrap party is scheduled for December 12th, the night the final episode airs! We've booked La Seine restaurant in Gangnam, and we'll all eat together while watching the finale!"

The scene erupted in cheers again.

But soon, the atmosphere began to become a little sentimental.

Several actresses and female staff members had tears in their eyes.

Kim Ji-won even hugged Krystal Jung exaggeratedly and refused to let go.

"As for it?"

Park Hyung-sik grumbled, "It's like they'll be seeing each other for the last time. We can still get together at the awards ceremony at the end of the year."

The voice just fell.

He received cold stares from all sides.

"Ah! Park Hyung-sik!"

Kim Ji-won let go of Zheng Xiujing and pretended to hit him:
"You've ruined the atmosphere!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

Krystal was amused by them and was about to turn around to talk to Kang Jae-hoon, but found that he had been pulled away by his agent Kim Dae-won.

"Do you remember Chenghao Fried Chicken?"

Jin Dayuan rarely showed an embarrassed expression.

Jiang Jae-hoon nodded: "Of course, what's wrong?"

"He won the fried chicken ad spot in 'My Love from the Star' and wants you to guest star as a fried chicken delivery man."

"No problem, when?"

Jiang Jae-hoon agreed without hesitation.

"next week."

"My Love from the Star..."

Jiang Zaixun suddenly thought of something: "Is it the one starring Jun Ji-hyun?"

"Yes, and—"

Jin Dayuan took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and flipped through them quickly:

"Besides the fried chicken restaurant, there are a few more endorsement offers that need your confirmation."

Jiang Zaixun took the document and his eyes widened:

"So many?" "Actually, we've already gone through a round of screening. The remaining ones are those that fit your current position."

He pointed to the top one:
"First, we have the winter collection of the sports brand FILA. We'd like to invite you and Krystal Jung to endorse a couple's down jacket."

Jiang Zaixun took the document and paused:
"This……"

"What, is there a problem?"

"No, I just didn't expect there would be a couple endorsement."

"Chanrong and Bona are now the national couple, and the brand is not stupid. And this——"

Jin Dayuan rolled his eyes and handed over another one:
"Korea Nonghyup's apple juice commercial, endorsed by a single person."

"Apple juice?"

"Yes, the image of 'fresh and healthy' is very consistent with your current positioning."

Jiang Zaixun nodded and continued to flip through the pages, becoming more and more surprised.

"Why are there so many suddenly..."

"Most of them came to us after the ratings exceeded 20%."

Jin Dayuan explained: "I thought we'd concentrate on it after you finished filming, so as to avoid being too tired during the filming process."

Jiang Zaixun looked down at the endorsement list in his hand and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

Half a year ago, he was still a new actor whose name was unknown.

And now...

"So... I'm considered 'hot' now?"

"Little Fire."

Jin Dayuan corrected:

"You're still a long way from being truly famous. I've arranged all your schedule updates for next week. You've been working hard lately, so take a good rest for a few days."

"Ah."

Jin Dayuan suddenly nudged Jiang Zaixun with his elbow:
"Hey, someone over there has been watching you for a long time."

Jiang Zaixun followed his gaze and looked——

Krystal Jung stood under the ginkgo tree at the edge of the set, her hands behind her back, her toes crunching a fallen leaf, but her eyes were looking straight at him.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her.

Jiang Zaixun walked towards her unconsciously.

The distance between the two people gradually shortened.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps.

Finally, they stood face to face in the quietest corner of the studio.

Krystal's eyelashes glowed with a light golden halo in the sunlight, and the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold. She looked up at Kang Jae-hoon, her eyes filled with emotions that Kang Jae-hoon couldn't understand.

Silence spread between the two.

In the end, it was Jiang Zaixun who spoke first:
"Did you get the news that we're going to shoot couple's down jackets?"

"I just heard it from you."

"Oh……"

There was another moment of silence.

The sound of staff packing up equipment came from afar, making this corner seem especially quiet.

Zheng Xiujing lowered her head and kicked the small leaves at her feet:
"What are your plans after filming is finished?"

"Handling an endorsement shoot, and then... starting pole dancing."

Zheng Xiujing burst out laughing:

"real or fake?"

"real."

Jiang Jae-hoon nodded seriously.

Jin Dayuan's voice came from the distance: "Jaehoon, it's time to go!"

Jiang Zaixun turned around and responded, then turned back to look at Zheng Xiujing:
"That……"

"Ok?"

"See you at the wrap-up party?"

Krystal nodded and said, "See you at the wrap party."

Jiang Zaixun turned to leave, but suddenly stopped: "By the way..."

"what?"

"You today..."

Jiang Zaixun pointed at his hair:
"Have you changed to a new shampoo? It smells nice."

Zheng Xiujing's face flushed instantly:

"Pabhu! Go away!"

Jiang Jae-hoon smiled and turned to leave, the sunlight stretching his back very long.

Krystal stood there, watching his back gradually moving away, her fingers gently stroking the ends of her hair.

The sun is just right.

The wind is also gentle.

This afternoon of wrap-up day, it felt like the slow-motion button had been pressed—

Every frame is worth cherishing.

(End of this chapter)