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

Chapter 120 Mimi, why have you shrunk?

The wrap party for "My Love from the Star" was held in the banquet hall of a five-star hotel near the Huairou Film and Television Base.

The film crew booked the entire second floor. A huge autograph board stood at the entrance, covered with the names of the actors and staff. In the corner, there were several unopened bouquets of flowers, which were given by fans when the last scene was filmed that afternoon.

The banquet hall was filled with about twenty tables, and the atmosphere was lively.

The staff were already drinking at their tables, the crew members were going around toasting people with beer glasses, the lighting technicians and photographers were playing drinking games together, and the props team girls were taking selfies.

The most lively table was the one with the actors.

Chen Zhixi sat in the main seat, next to Lin Yufen, and then next to Jiang Chen.

The main cast, including Lin Gengxin, Mao Xiaotong, Zu Feng, Wu Sanshi, and Wang Yaoqing, lined up in order.

Jing Tian wasn't there.

She didn't even have time to attend the banquet after filming wrapped up, and flew to Shenzhen that afternoon.

The production team for "Special Identity" is in a rush; she had action scenes on her very first day on set, and the crew was waiting for her to try on costumes.

Jing Tian's film resources have been plentiful lately, with "From Vegas to Macau" scheduled for release soon.

The most powerful resource expert, truly deserving of the title.

Chen Zhixi stood up, raised his glass, and looked around: "Come on, fill it up. I'd like to toast everyone. Two months of hard work, thank you all."

Everyone stood up, and their glasses clinked together.

Lin Gengxin downed his drink in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Sister Chen, this wine is pretty good. What brand is it?"

"You don't care what brand it is, as long as it tastes good."

"No, I have to write it down. I'll bring two bottles for Brother Cong next time."

Mao Xiaotong whispered from the side, "Are you sure Wang Sicong hasn't drunk anything better?"

Lin Gengxin opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Jiang Chen smiled and took a sip of his drink, not joining in the fun.

He turned to look at Lin Yufen beside him and lowered his voice.

"Fenfen".

Lin Yufen turned her head speechlessly, "Can't you add 'sister'?"

"Wouldn't that make you sound old?"

Lin Yufen rolled her eyes, but a smile remained on her lips.

She finds this guy pleasing to the eye no matter how she looks at him now.

He has good acting skills, is dedicated to filming, doesn't like to put on airs, and gets along well with everyone.

He can be a bit silly at times, which often makes the actresses on set very happy.

"Alright, speak now, what is it?"

"Fenfen, I have a movie here. Can you come and help me film it? Let's work together again."

"What play?"

"The Journey of Flower".

Jiang Chen briefly explained it to her.

A fantasy romance, featuring a master-disciple relationship filled with heartbreak, and a female lead's journey from a naive and innocent girl to a demon goddess, while the male lead is a cold and aloof lord.

Lin Yufen listened more and more intently, "Has the lead actor been decided?"

"I'm the lead actor."

Lin Yufen glanced at him, but didn't rush to express her opinion. Her gaze swept over the people not far away who were clinking glasses with Chen Zhixi.

"Where's the producer? Is his name still Chen Zhixi?"

"No," Jiang Chen picked up his glass and took a sip, "I want to try it myself."

Lin Yufen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Are you getting a little anxious seeing your sweetheart become a producer? Want to give it a try too?"

Jiang Chen didn't reply. Lin Yufen shook his head, picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Jiang Chen's: "You're a natural-born producer. Okay, show me the script later."

It's a deal.

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, Lin Yufen was right.

Jiang Chen's two most important dramas to date, "Swords of Legends" and "My Love from the Star," involve a lot of the work that producers do.

He was involved in everything from casting and scriptwriting to attracting investment and business development.

They were even more attentive than the nominal producers.

His only deficiency was his lack of connections in the entertainment industry, which is why he hadn't used that name before.

It's not that I lack the ability, it's that I haven't reached that level yet.

But once "My Love from the Star" becomes a hit, Jiang Chen's subsequent dramas will be a different story.

He didn't need to actively seek out various channels; the other party would come to him.

His career plan is also very simple.

Screenwriter, director, singer, and producer.

As for the director?

He doesn't have the talent, nor does he want to spend the time figuring it out.

Although he could also do what Guo Jingming did, have eight assistant directors sit behind the monitor, and just yell "cut" and "cut" himself.

But why bother?

Why make yourself so tired?

He was reborn intending to enjoy a life of luxury.

I'm in the early stages of my career, so I have no choice but to film more dramas and make more money.

Once we've established ourselves, we'll build several proper teams.

As for the serious dramas, he had Kong's team and sent them to film them.

In the realm of idol dramas, we've managed to tie Lin Yufen to the project; her historical and modern idol dramas are the pinnacle of their genre.

For the film, we need to find two more reliable directors.

Live together.

At that time, he would be responsible for copying scripts, investing money, and occasionally making cameo appearances.

The rest of the time, I'll drink tea, travel, and spend time with friends.

Anyway, all he wants in this life is to live in the best house, enjoy the best life, and play with the most beautiful women!

Inside the banquet hall, Chen Zhixi was still toasting at each table.

Lin Gengxin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Jiang Chen's arm, and pulled him over.

"Brother Chen, come on, let's have a drink! We're in a good mood today, let's have a couple of drinks."

After saying that, he started pouring wine for Jiang Chen.

Mao Xiaotong happened to be nearby and quickly stopped her, saying, "That's enough, that's enough. Why are you pouring so much?"

Lin Gengxin glared at her: "What's wrong? He's not your man, why are you so worried?"

Mao Xiaotong blushed: "Who—who feels sorry for me! I am—"

"What do you mean?" Lin Gengxin grinned mischievously, "You've got your eye on her?"

"Lin Gengxin!"

Mao Xiaotong stomped her feet in anger.

Jiang Chen pulled Mao Xiaotong's hand away. "Mao Mao, don't worry about it. Let Lin Gou handle it. I'll show him what a Shandong man's drinking capacity is like today."

Lin Gengxin was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "What? You dare to drink with a guy from Northeast China like me?"

Jiang Chen sneered and rolled up his sleeves: "In Shandong, someone like you who comes to eat can only sit at the children's table."

The two began a fierce battle that lasted three hundred rounds.

In the end, Lin Gou was no match for him and tried to escape.

Jiang Chen naturally refused; in Shandong, escaping drinking was harder than passing the civil service exam.

"Brother Chen, I can't take it anymore, my face is turning red."

"Blushing? That means your metabolism is fast? That's good, keep drinking."

"Brother Chen, I can't take it anymore, my face is all white from drinking!"

"Pale face? Does that mean you can drink without batting an eye? You can drink even more now, come on."

"Brother Chen, no, I'm going to throw up—ugh—"

Lin Gengxin bent down and pretended to gag twice.

Jiang Chen reacted quickly, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up: "Perfect, Lin Gou, let's start from scratch and continue."

Lin Gengxin's eyes widened, his face filled with terror: "—Starting from scratch?"

"I've finished vomiting, my stomach is empty, time to start practicing again."

'

Lin Gengxin looked at the glass of wine, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Brother Chen, I've stopped throwing up."

"Not throwing up? If you don't throw up, you can drink even more. You haven't reached your limit yet."

Lin Gengxin was completely dumbfounded.

He had been a regular in the drinking scene for many years and had never seen this kind of play before.

He was a master at escaping drinking—faking drunkenness, illness, and even death—but he had never seen anyone like Jiang Chen, who used vomiting as a warm-up and blushing as encouragement.

"Brother Chen," he tried to make a last-ditch effort, "I can't, I just happen to have that—toothache, yes, toothache."

"Toothache? That's perfect, I'll just drink too much and fall down, then it won't hurt anymore."

? ? ? ? ?

Holy crap, Jiang Chen, have some decency!

When Chen Zhixi came over to offer a toast, everyone was stunned.

Jiang Chen's face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he was sitting there grinning foolishly.

Lin Gengxin—he's already on the ground, clutching a bowl of soup and vomiting violently—

"How much did they drink?"

Mao Xiaotong: "It should be almost 3 pounds by now ————"

"They're just young people, they're really reckless. Xiaotong, could you go and call his assistant to take him back to his room?"

"Okay, Sister Chen."

Mao Xiaotong turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

She glanced back at Jiang Chen and bit her lip.

"Sister Chen, they—they don't seem to be here. Should I—take him home?"

Chen Zhixi glanced at her, then at Jiang Chen, her eyes carrying a meaningful look: "—Fine, can you even lift it?"

"They can be helped up."

"Let's go then, the room is upstairs anyway."

"good!"

Mao Xiaotong walked over, bent down, and put Jiang Chen's arm on her shoulder.

"—Hmm?" Jiang Chen opened his eyes groggily. "Mao Mao?"

"It's me," she said softly. "I'll take you back to your room."

"----oh."

He leaned his whole body against her, pressing his weight down on her.

Mao Xiaotong was pressed down by him, causing her to sag and almost lose her balance.

She gritted her teeth, put one hand on his waist, and grabbed his arm that was draped over her shoulder with the other, lifting him up from the chair. Jiang Chen was a head taller and much heavier than her, so he hung on her, staggering and swaying every two steps.

Chen Zhixi, watching from the side, asked with concern, "Are you sure you can handle it? Should I get a staff member to come?"

"It's okay, Sister Chen, I can manage." Mao Xiaotong gritted her teeth, lifted Jiang Chen up a little more, and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

Jiang Chen rested his head on her shoulder, his breath reeking of alcohol, his warm breath tickling her neck and making her shrink back.

Stepping out of the elevator, the corridor was covered with thick carpets, so there was no sound when I walked on them.

Mao Xiaotong helped Jiang Chen to the door of the room, stopped, and took a breath.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and her wrists were so sore she could barely hold on.

What a pig.

"Ah Chen, where's your room key? Is it with you or with Xiao Bai?"

"pocket----"

Which pocket?

Mao Xiaotong turned to the side so that he could lean against her more steadily, and reached out to touch the pocket of his coat.

There is nothing on the left.

There wasn't one on the right either.

Jiang Chen's head slid down a little further, and his entire weight pressed down on her shoulders. She gritted her teeth and held on, feeling like her back was about to break.

"Pants — pants pocket —"

Mao Xiaotong's hand froze.

She glanced down and saw that Jiang Chen was wearing those black slim-fit trousers today.

The fabric was thin and clung to his legs, outlining their straight lines.

The pockets were shallow, clinging tightly to the outside of the thighs, bulging and full.

She looked away, her ears starting to burn.

How do I touch it?

Her hand hovered over his waistband, opened slightly, then withdrew.

I took a deep breath, stretched out my hand again, and then pulled it back in.

My heart was pounding wildly, and there were two voices fighting in my head.

One said, "Hurry up and take it, what's the fuss about? It's not like he's not wearing pants."

Another person said, "That's someone's thigh! What kind of talk is it for a girl like you to reach out and touch someone's thigh?"

"He's a drunk! Drunks don't know anything!"

"You don't know!"

Mao Xiaotong gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and decided to treat it as if she were touching herself!

She reached out and lightly touched the edge of his pocket with her fingertips.

Through the thin fabric, I could feel the warmth of his thighs.

Her fingers probed a little further inside, her fingertips brushing against the side of his leg, and she could feel the tautness of the muscles beneath the fabric.

Jiang Chen snorted, whether it was because she was tickled or because of an involuntary reaction, her fingers froze, and she didn't dare to breathe.

After a few seconds, he didn't move.

She continued to probe deeper, her knuckles brushing against the outside of his thigh, squeezing in little by little.

The pocket was shallow, and her fingers could almost feel the outline of his leg. The warm, firm, and elastic touch spread from her fingertips throughout her body, and her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Her little hand rummaged in Jiang Chen's pocket for a long time before finally touching something hard—

Room key!

"call----"

She let out a long breath; it hadn't been easy.

The main problem is that the room key is too big and difficult to carry.

After swiping the door open, Mao Xiaotong helped Jiang Chen into the room.

She didn't notice that her legs were going weak.

The room was dark, with only the city lights outside the window filtering in, shrouding everything in dim light.

Mao Xiaotong helped him onto the sofa, and Jiang Chen slumped down, tilting his head back.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around to boil water, added some mineral water to make the water temperature just right, and then squatted down in front of him: "Chen, have some water."

Jiang Chen did not respond.

She reached out and gently patted his face: "Chen? Have some water before you sleep."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his hazy gaze falling on her face.

Then he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"ah----"

Mao Xiaotong almost dropped the water glass in her hand. He held her tightly in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, and he mumbled, "Honey—?"

Mao Xiaotong froze.

She realized that this guy had mistaken her for Yang Mi.

"Jiang Chen!"

She struggled to get up, but his arm was wrapped around her waist, not too tightly, but she couldn't break free.

"—Honey?" Jiang Chen buried his face in her neck. "Why—are you here?"

"I told you it's not Yang Mi!" she cried, both ashamed and anxious. "Let go!"

"I won't let go—"

Jiang Chen tightened his arms around her waist, stroking it back and forth a few times as if checking its feel.

Then it moved forward again, sliding up her waist a bit, heading towards a high point, and even pinched it.

Mao Xiaotong froze.

"you----"

Jiang Chen was still muttering to himself, "Honey, how come you've shrunk?"