I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

Chapter 102 Mimi in Black Stockings, Shishi Visits the Set, and the Wrap-up of Filming in Changsha

Tangren Film & Television.

Cai Yinong glared at the girl standing in front of him and had been cursing for twenty minutes.

"—Shut down! Missing! All work postponed! Do you know that the filming of the 'Red Dust Inn' music video was delayed by three days because of you? Three days! You think you can just change Jay Chou's schedule like that?"

"You're Tang Ren's artist now, not that popular celebrity's neighbor!"

"Can't you live without a man?"

Nazha stood with his head down, his hands folded in front of him, his posture as obedient as a primary school student, looking as if he were listening attentively to a lecture.

What I was thinking was a completely different matter.

Has Jiang Chen filmed a music video?

Maybe not.

Jay Chou has already filmed this, but the senior's singing is much better than his. Why isn't he afraid of being filmed?

I wish I could cast her as the female lead.

Standing next to her senior, wearing a pretty dress, her hair fluttering in the wind, he turned his head to look at her, his eyes as gentle as water.

"Nazha!!!"

"what?"

"Are you even listening?"

"I'm listening, Mr. Cai." Na Zha gave a docile smile. "You said work is the most important thing, and men are all just passing clouds."

Cai Yinong stared at her for a few seconds, then finally waved his hand helplessly.

"Get lost."

"Yes, Mr. Cai!" Nazha turned around, her steps light and quick.

The moment she opened the door, she unconsciously started humming a song.

"I was once overwhelmed by the vastness of the world, and also indulged in its delusions—"

Cai Yinong, holding his teacup, paused for a moment.

"This song—"

Why does that sound so familiar?

The assistant pushed open the door and came in, holding a document in his hand.

"Mr. Cai, this is the schedule for next week—"

"Put it on the table." Cai Yinong waved his hand, his voice weary. "What's wrong with the artists in our company? They're all obsessed with love. Will they die if they don't date? Can't they live without a man?"

The assistant didn't dare to reply and kept her head down organizing the documents.

Isn't all of this something I learned from you?

Cai Yinong leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and muttered to himself, "Only Shishi is truly remarkable. When we were filming 'Scarlet Heart,' I saw the look in that girl's eyes and thought she was about to be fooled by that old man, Wu Qilong. Thankfully, she's been keeping her distance lately, cutting ties as soon as filming wrapped, clean and efficient. Very good."

She picked up her teacup, and her mood improved slightly.

"Shishi is the kind of person who truly represents Tangren. Clear-headed, independent, and doesn't get involved in any of that messy stuff—"

The assistant stood by the table, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

Cai Yinong glanced at her and frowned: "Just say what you have to say."

The assistant swallowed hard. "Um—Mr. Cai, isn't Sister Shi filming 'The Legend of the Wind' in Hengdian?"

"yes."

She took the afternoon off.

"Taking leave? What's she going to do?"

"I went to visit the set."

"Visiting the set?" Cai Yinong put down his teacup. "Whose set?"

"Jiang Chen".

? ? ? ? ?

Cai Yinong was a little confused.

What the heck?

When did they meet?

Jiang Chen is a damn bastard. He didn't just harm Nazha, he even went after Shishi.

I only said a few bad things about you online, and you—

Hengdian, the city of the Republic of China era.

Jiang Chen slumped in the chair, in the classic Ge You pose.

Yang Zi plopped down next to him. "Xiao Chenzi, can I take a nap in your RV?"

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids: "No."

Why?

"You snore when you sleep."

"I won't fight!"

Jiang Chen sat up, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and took a sip.

"Go ahead and hit me. Last time I lent you my mattress, it was covered in spit. It's an Hstens mattress, worth 120,000, and it's worth 6,000 after you slept on it once."

Yang Zi's face flushed red: "That's sweat! It's hot in the summer, you sweat!"

"Sweat can run from the pillow to the foot of the bed?" Jiang Chen glanced at her sideways. "Is that sweat or the Yellow River?"

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"Jiang Chen! Do you have any conscience? She gave you her first kiss, and you're not going to take responsibility?"

Jiang Chen spat out a mouthful of water.

He's already been made a scapegoat and suffered a work injury, yet they still want him to take responsibility?

Is there no law anymore?

"Get out of here, go find Zhang Yisan."

Yang Zi spat, "Heartless man! Scumbag!"

"Yes, scumbag." Jiang Chen nodded. "The scumbag is going to take a nap, you should avoid him."

"Avoid my foot!" Yang Zi stood up, kicking a small pebble at her feet. "Pah! Scumbag!"

She left, cursing and swearing. Jiang Chen shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Teacher Jiang."

Stagehand Xiao Li ran over, holding a walkie-talkie, with a strange expression.

"Someone came to visit the set."

Jiang Chen didn't open his eyes: "Teacher Yang, right? Okay, tell her to wait a bit, I'll lie down for a while before I go—"

"no----

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"Um?

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"Teacher Yang is here, but there's another one—Teacher Liu Shishi is here too."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Liu Shishi?"

"Yes, Teacher Jiang, are you acquainted with her? My boyfriend is a huge fan of hers; he's watched 'Scarlet Heart' several times. Could you—get me her autograph?"

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

What is she here for?

At the other end, next to the monitor shed.

Two beautiful women are chatting with the director.

Liu Shishi wore a white cotton and linen long dress with a thin woven belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender waist.

She stood very straight, with her shoulders naturally open, her neck long and slender, and her chin slightly raised, like an elegant swan.

This kind of demeanor is something ingrained in one's bones from learning ballet from a young age; every gesture carries an effortless grace that most people can't truly emulate.

Yang Mi next to her is a completely different story.

She wore a black spaghetti strap bodycon dress with a thin denim jacket over it, the zipper undone and the jacket left open.

The neckline of the dress wasn't low, but her figure was so solid that the fabric was stretched into an exaggerated curve.

She leaned against a pillar outside the tent, her sunglasses pushed up to her head, fanning herself with one hand, muttering, "This awful weather in Hengdian is unbearably hot."

Jiang Chen walked over and nodded in greeting: "Director. Mimi, Senior Sister."

Yang Mi glanced at him, not teasing him as usual, and said, "You look quite smart in your military uniform."

Liu Shishi nodded slightly from the side.

Kong Sheng patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder: "Go and get ready, it's your scene next."

"it is good."

Jiang Chen didn't talk much and turned back to the film set.

With so many people on set, it was already quite conspicuous that Yang Mi and Liu Shishi both came to visit the set at the same time; it wasn't appropriate to exchange too many pleasantries.

The afternoon's filming went smoothly, and we wrapped up at 6:30.

Jiang Chen changed back into casual clothes, and Yang Mi's car was parked in the parking lot. After the three of them met, Yang Mi said to the driver, "Go to Nanjiang No. 1."

Most of the houses bought by celebrities in Hengdian are concentrated in two residential areas.

Nanjiang No.1 and Fengjing Jiayuan.

Nanjiang No. 1 is close to the film and television city, has good security, and offers high privacy. Many actors who film in Hengdian for a long time have bought property there.

Two years ago, when Liu Shishi was filming "Scarlet Heart", she bought a small apartment with two bedrooms and a living room. Occasionally, when she finished work early, she would cook a meal for herself and stay there.

The car was parked in the underground garage, and the three of them took the elevator upstairs.

Change your shoes upon entering.

Liu Shishi's apartment was very clean and tidy, with a gray and white color scheme. The living room was small but cozy, with two cushions on the sofa and several potted plants on the balcony.

But they're all dead now.

Several bags of groceries, delivered in advance by the assistant, were already placed in the kitchen.

"Senior sister can cook?" Jiang Chen leaned against the kitchen doorway, somewhat surprised.

Liu Shishi tied on her apron without turning her head: "I know a little. You sit down, it'll be ready soon."

Yang Mi was already sprawled on the sofa, hugging a cushion in her arms, and beckoned Jiang Chen with her finger.

Jiang Chen walked over and sat down.

"What? You like people who can cook?"

"It was just a bit of a surprise."

"She really enjoys tinkering with these things," Yang Mi said, pursing her lips, "but she's just not very good at it."

Jiang Chen: "————"

"By the way, why did she come with you too?"

Yang Mi's expression suddenly turned strange, and she stammered for a long time: "Um—she—she wants to ask you for a favor."

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"What kind of help?"

"She wants you to help her by playing her boyfriend, and she's rejecting Nicky Wu."

Is there such a good thing?

"No way," Jiang Chen said righteously. "How can I just agree to something like this?"

"What do you take me for?"

Yang Mi: "This—this isn't—she suddenly came to Qingdao to find me that day, and I didn't react in time before I was grabbed."

"Honey, I'm so disappointed in you!"

"We're not doing anything special, it's just a meal—"

"That won't do! I'm a person of principle."

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"younger brother----"

"Nothing you say will change your mind!"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him. "You like to pretend, don't you?"

She leaned close to Jiang Chen's ear: "Little brother, I brought several pairs of stockings today. What color do you like?"

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then picked up the water glass on the coffee table and slowly took a sip.

"Actually, I'm not such an unfeeling person. Since you're my friend, I'll help you out."

He immediately added, "It has nothing to do with stockings."

"————"

Liu Shishi was quite efficient in the kitchen, and the dishes were served in no time.

Stir-fried locust flowers with eggs: the golden egg liquid coats the tender white petals, and the aroma is irresistible.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, with their vibrant red and yellow hues, look so appetizing.

Jiang Chen just didn't understand why she wanted to fry two eggs.

Steamed sea bass, and a side of shredded carrot.

Jiang Chen picked up a piece of locust flower and egg with his chopsticks, chewed it, and his eyes lit up: "Delicious."

She picked up another piece of sea bass: "This fish is steamed just right, it's so tender."

She then picked up a shredded carrot: "Your knife skills are impressive, Senior Sister. These shreds are thinner than my hair."

Liu Shishi smiled and said, "That's an exaggeration."

"No exaggeration," Jiang Chen picked up another bite with his chopsticks, "It's really delicious, better than restaurants outside."

Yang Mi stomped on his foot hard under the table.

Jiang Chen remained unfazed and continued to praise, "With your skills, Senior Sister, whoever marries you will be very lucky."

Yang Mi's face turned black with anger.

What does that mean?

The actor's sense of conviction is so strong?

You've already automatically switched into character so quickly?

As they ate and chatted, the topic naturally turned to the recent hottest topic in the entertainment industry: the split of the Zhang brothers.

The two collaborated for sixteen years, creating one box office phenomenon after another with films like "Hero," "House of Flying Daggers," and "Curse of the Golden Flower."

However, the North American release of "The Flowers of War" was a failure, resulting in losses, and the two broke up.

Yang Mi: "Zhang Weiping and Zhang Yimou have been fighting for a whole year, and they have finally broken off relations. Zhang Weiping sent a lawyer's letter to take back control of twelve artists, including Zhou Dongyu and Ni Ni, and also said that Zhang Yimou's studio is a shell company."

"Was it Zhang Weiping who also revealed Zhang Yimou's secret marriage and child?" Liu Shishi asked.

"That's what people say," Yang Mi nodded, "Brothers of over ten years can turn on each other in an instant. The older generation is much more ruthless than us."

"So, in this industry, there are no eternal brothers, only eternal interests. Today you're arm in arm, tomorrow you're in court; it's commonplace."

"Little brother, if you become famous in the future, don't follow their example."

"Then who should I learn from?"

"Learn from me: value relationships and loyalty, and remain faithful to one's vows."

Liu Shishi, standing to the side, coughed softly.

Yang Mi blushed. "—I meant friends."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Chen got up to say goodbye.

Liu Shishi saw him to the door, and Yang Mi remained slumped on the sofa without moving, waving goodbye as a gesture of farewell.

The door closed, and the apartment fell silent.

Liu Shishi went back to the living room and began to clear the dishes.

"He agreed?"

"Okay." Yang Mi picked up her phone from the coffee table and sent Jiang Chen her room number. "Let's talk about it after filming wraps up. I'm busy right now."

Liu Shishi carried the plate into the kitchen, and the tap ran for a while.

Yang Mi swayed over, leaned against the kitchen door frame, and suddenly said, "Shishi."

"Um?"

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"You're not going to take this too seriously, are you?"

Liu Shishi turned around, wiped her wet hands on her apron, and looked at Yang Mi.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips: "Guess—"

11 p.m., a hotel room.

Jiang Chen glanced warily at both sides of the corridor, and after confirming that no one was there, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack from the inside, and Yang Mi leaned out halfway and pulled him inside.

She had clearly just taken a shower; her hair wasn't completely dry and was hanging wetly on her shoulders.

She was wrapped in a white bathrobe, the belt loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of her full figure at the neckline. Water droplets slid down her neck and disappeared into the depths of the canyon.

"Where?" Jiang Chen looked around.

"Where is it?"

"Stockings".

"What's the rush?"

"Weren't you putting on quite a show just now?" Yang Mi slowly walked over, hooking her fingers around the drawstring of his hoodie, wrapping it around and around, "righteous and awe-inspiring."

Jiang Chen looked down at her.

"Don't pretend with me." She loosened her hat drawstring, took a step back, sat on the edge of the bed, and crossed her legs.

The hem of the bathrobe slipped open, revealing a section of thigh with black lace trim, and the stockings gleamed delicately under the light.

"Come here, little brother—"

Jiang Chen walked over, bent down, and supported himself on one side of her.

Yang Mi looked up at him, her lips slightly parted.

He didn't kiss her; his gaze traveled down her neck and finally landed on the thin black stockings.

It feels smooth and slightly cool to the touch.

My fingertips traced her ankle, pushing upwards little by little, the texture of the stockings becoming thinner and more transparent in my palm.

Yang Mi's breathing became noticeably heavier, and she placed her hand on his chest.

"It's a shame to tear it up."

"Then don't tear it." Yang Mi's voice was already a little tense.

Jiang Chen smiled, his fingertips tightening as he pinched the edge of the stockings.

hiss----

A very soft sound.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and kissed the small piece of torn skin.

Yang Mi's toes suddenly curled up.

Seven pairs of stockings were ruined that night.

Filming for the Battle of Changsha continues.

Hengdian was sweltering in late September, like a sauna. It gradually cooled down in October, then the north wind blew in November, and winter arrived in December. The film crews began—

Some people were wearing down jackets while waiting for their turn.

Jiang Chen's role also increases. Gu Qingming goes from the Battle of Changsha to the Battle of Hengyang. His military uniform changes from dark green to gray-white, his face becomes dirtier and his eyes become more and more somber.

Yang Zi, on the other hand, has become increasingly plump. The crew's food is so good that she eats three boxed meals a day plus a late-night snack, causing her face to become noticeably rounder. Kong Sheng pointed at her and scolded, "Hu Xiangxiang is supposed to starve herself to lose weight later! If you get any fatter, the shots won't be able to keep up!"

On December 10th, Hengdian was hit by a sudden heavy snowfall.

It wasn't just a few perfunctory snowflakes falling; it was a real, heavy snowfall that blanketed the entire film studio in white overnight.

The blue bricks and gray tiles of the Republican-era city were covered with thick cotton blankets, the trenches were filled with knee-deep snow, and icicles hung from the prop machine guns.

The snow kept falling, forcing a postponement of the original plan to wrap up filming in early December.

Sheng made a quick decision and notified the entire crew to move to the Nanjing Shiqiu Film and Television Base to reshoot the last two days of scenes.

The indoor studios at Shiqiu are in good condition and are not affected by the weather, so we can rush to film a few indoor scenes first.

The convoy made a last-minute change of location and drove for more than three hours on the snow-covered highway. Everyone was wrapped in military overcoats and huddled in the car, looking like a carload of refugees fleeing a disaster.

On December 12th, the last scene was filmed.

Behind the monitor, Kong Sheng watched the last shot and put down the walkie-talkie.

The room fell silent; everyone was waiting for him to speak.

He stood up, expressionless, and simply said, "That's a wrap. 'Battle of Changsha,' filming is finished."

Applause and cheers erupted.

Jiang Chen squinted at the bustling crowd in front of him.

The stagehands were collecting reflectors, the lighting technicians were dismantling light rigs, and Kong Sheng was surrounded by a group of people taking photos with him, showing a rare smile.

Yang Zi emerged from the crowd, ran up to him, her eyes red-rimmed: "Brother Chen, we've wrapped up filming."

Jiang Chen looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What? Reluctant to part with her?"

"No way!" Yang Zi sniffed. "I just—it just feels a little unreal. It's been over three months, but it feels like I just joined the crew yesterday."

"Alright, stop getting sentimental." Jiang Chen patted her head. "Go back and get some rest. There's still the promotional period after the New Year."

Yang Zi nodded, turned and ran away, then turned back after a couple of steps and shouted, "Jiang Chen! You're not just a pop star, you're a good actor!"

Jiang Chen was stunned. Before he could reply, she had already run far away.

He turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Behind me, the lights of the film studio went out one by one, and the voices of the staff grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing into the wind and snow.

Filming for "Battle of Changsha" has wrapped.

On December 28, Jiang Chen Studio's official Weibo account released a joint announcement.

The accompanying image is a poster.

Black background with gold lettering, minimalist design.

Above: Jiang Chen Studio × Universal Music Center: "Morning Breeze" 2013 FansMeeting

Below: Jiang Chen in the BJ·Shanghai·Chengdu poster is wearing a black fitted suit with a slightly upturned collar and no tie.

His head was tilted slightly back, and his chin was raised at a sharp angle.

His eyes were fixed on the camera, without a smile or gentleness, only an almost sharp confidence.

On the right side of the poster, two lines of text are written vertically: "Youthful spirit, not limited to the wind."

Three cities. Three encounters. Thirty thousand seats. Dedicated to everyone who waited for me in the wind.

The moment the announcement was posted, Weibo briefly froze.

Then, the comments section exploded.

Jiang Chen's 2013 concert tour has officially begun!

(P.S.: I went to the hospital for a blood sugar check today. As regular readers know, I love drinking cola, milk tea, and coffee. I was diagnosed with diabetes last year.)

(Only one chapter of 5000 words today, I'll make up for the short one tomorrow or the day after, sorry!)

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