I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

Cheng Sheng looked ahead, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Rules are for ordinary people; strength is the greatest privilege."

Since entering the film and television industry, he has never relied on compromise to gain opportunities, but rather on a series of blockbuster works and precise control to break through circles and limitations with his strength.

This is true both domestically and in Hollywood.

"Next, we can focus on preparing for the start of filming," Cheng Sheng said softly. "Let the world see just how strong the storytelling skills of Chinese directors really are."

Scarlett nodded emphatically, reached out and firmly grasped Cheng Sheng's palm, her voice gentle yet resolute: "I'll be with you, and we'll win the Oscar together."

The car drove back to the villa area, and once back at Scarlett's villa, Cheng Sheng immediately went into the kitchen.

He had promised Scarlett that he would personally cook her an authentic Chinese home-style meal.

After working for more than an hour, the three hot dishes and a bowl of fresh soup were finally ready, their aroma filling the entire villa.

Scarlett couldn't wait to take a bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The sweet and sour taste was perfect, and the aroma was rich and fresh. Her eyes were full of amazement. She looked at Cheng Sheng and praised him sincerely: "Cheng, this is so delicious! I think you don't need to be a director at all. You can totally be my personal chef."

Cheng Sheng smiled, took off his apron, and sat down at the table. "Thank you for the compliment. Maybe when I retire from directing, I will consider your suggestion."

After saying that, he poured Scarlett a glass of red wine, raised his hand to the glass, and smiled in his eyes: "Darling, to us, wishing you all the best and great success for your new work."

"To our success!" Scarlett immediately raised her glass in response.

Two wine glasses clinked gently together, and the two men tilted their heads back and drank the red wine in their glasses in one gulp.

Cheng Sheng put down his wine glass and earnestly instructed, "Darling, you are the core and soul of 'Juno.' Before the official start of filming, you must thoroughly understand the script and figure out the character. Don't worry, I will accompany you throughout this period, helping you study the script and rehearse the scenes repeatedly, to help you completely grasp the core of Juno's character and emotional state."

"I will definitely study the role carefully and will not let you down." Scarlett's eyes were firm and her tone was full of seriousness.

“After dinner, I’ll help you work through the script. If there’s anything you don’t understand or are unsure about, I’ll explain it to you one by one,” Cheng Sheng said gently.

Scarlett felt a warmth in her heart, stood up and hugged Cheng Sheng tightly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, her eyes crinkling with joy: "Thank you, darling."

The two worked together seamlessly and quickly finished their dinner, then divided the tasks of cleaning up the dishes.

They then nestled side by side on the soft sofa and immersed themselves in studying the script of "Juno".

Scarlett leaned lazily against Cheng Sheng, obediently flipping through the script. Cheng Sheng gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his fingertips pressing lightly, slowly relaxing and massaging her. The atmosphere was gentle and tender.

After studying it for a moment, Scarlett suddenly turned her head, pointed to a line in the script with her slender finger, and asked softly, "Cheng, I don't quite understand this part. Could you explain it to me?"

“The plot here is the key stage of Juno’s inner struggle…” Cheng Sheng leaned down and patiently and meticulously dissected the character’s psychology, plot logic and emotional layers.

Scarlett listened quietly, her eyes filled with admiration and love.

As soon as Cheng Sheng finished speaking, she tilted her head back and kissed his lips gently yet passionately.

Warmth permeated the air, lingering and lingering.

After a moment, Cheng Sheng stepped back slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you still want to look at the script?"

Scarlett's eyes were misty with tears, her slender hand gently resting on Cheng Sheng's chest. Her voice was soft and alluring, with a hint of mischief: "Darling, you're such a mood killer, but it's okay, from now on, it'll be my turn to keep you company..."

As she finished speaking, her body slowly lowered. Cheng Sheng's heart trembled slightly, and he secretly sighed, realizing that Western women were masters of manipulating people's hearts and stirring emotions with their straightforward enthusiasm.

As night deepened, the two began a unique "script reading" in the most intimate way.

To accurately portray Juno, a teenage girl with an unplanned pregnancy, Scarlett Johansson diligently consulted with the character's mindset and plot details, carefully inquiring about the emotional changes and physiological logic behind the girl's unexpected pregnancy.

As the director, Cheng Sheng was solely focused on ensuring that the female lead perfectly embodied the character. He patiently explained everything without any distractions, meticulously analyzing everything from the character's background and emotional state to the details of the process, all to help Scarlett thoroughly understand the role and deliver a vivid performance.

However, by the time he got to the second half, the woman in his arms was no longer listening to any of the explanations and was completely immersed in the role-playing experience.

In the stillness of the night, after a tender moment, Scarlett fell into a deep sleep, her face serene.

Cheng Sheng looked at the sleeping person in his arms and chuckled helplessly. Tonight's script reading was ultimately put on hold.

He gently pulled the thin blanket over Scarlett and covered her with it tenderly, then picked up his phone from the side.

While he was focused on spending time with Scarlett, his phone vibrated several times, but he had no time to pay attention to it. Now he was finally able to check the message.

Three unread messages lay quietly in the chat interface, all sent by Chen Hong.

Cheng Sheng, I miss you. Xu Fan and I are flying to Los Angeles today.

[I'm landing at 7 AM tomorrow. Are you free to pick me up from the airport?]

If you're busy, we'll find a hotel ourselves after we land and wait for you nearby.

Cheng Sheng was filled with surprise, never expecting that Chen Hong and Xu Fan would suddenly travel to Los Angeles.

He had previously planned to reunite with the two of them after returning to China, but he never expected that they would miss him so much that they would travel thousands of miles to see him.

He immediately edited a message to reply: "Sister Hong, I'll pick you up from the airport on time tomorrow."

After the message was sent, the interface did not respond for a long time, presumably because the two had already boarded the plane and were in flight, and could not be viewed at the moment.

Once they land tomorrow, they will see their reply.

Taking advantage of the late hour and having nothing to do, Cheng Sheng sent messages to Zeng Li, Li Xiaoran, Zhang Meng, and Da Tiantian, chatting and interacting with them across time zones.

The day and night are reversed in China and the US. It's late at night in Los Angeles, but it's noon in China. Several people are online and chatted with him for a long time.

Seeing that it was getting late, Cheng Sheng finally ended the chat, put down his phone, lay back down on the bed, gently embraced Scarlett, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Cheng Sheng found a reasonable excuse to go out alone. Scarlett did not suspect anything and stayed at home to study the script and polish her character.

Cheng Sheng arrived at Los Angeles Airport ahead of time by car and waited quietly at the exit.

Just before seven o'clock, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Chen Hong informing me that the two of them had landed and cleared customs and were heading towards the exit.

Cheng Sheng replied to their messages, telling them he was waiting at the exit. He then put away his phone, looked up at the bustling exit, and waited quietly. (End of Chapter)