Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

Liu Yuehua also raised his glass and offered a toast.

Sigh, it's another case of getting something for nothing, using someone else's strength against them; it's become a path dependency.

When will I be able to choose whoever I want to act in?

Using Chen Kaige's past romantic entanglements, they forcibly turned a pretty face who only wanted to ride the wave of popularity into a willing second female lead, without even asking for a salary.

Given Chen Hong's competitive nature, there's still a lot of room for her to negotiate a lower price.

"Since Sister Hong has this kind of courage."

Liu Yuehua smiled and drank the wine in one gulp.

"I'll personally deliver this contract to your home tomorrow. With your face on camera, it'll be hard for this movie not to be a hit."

……

Noon the next day.

This is the private residence of Chen Kaige and Chen Hong in a high-end villa area in Shunyi.

In the morning, Chen Kaige and his assistant went to get the relevant documents approved for "The Promise," leaving Chen Hong alone at home.

At 11:30, Liu Yuehua rang the doorbell, carrying two bags of fruit.

Chen Hong opened the door herself. She was at home today without makeup, wearing casual clothes and her hair was casually tied up, shedding the aggressive female producer persona she had shown in the hotel last night.

At this moment, she was a beautiful woman who was pampered and comfortable, yet felt slightly tired in the deep courtyard.

Now she's a bit like Fanyi from "Thunderstorm".

"Yuehua, you're right on time. Come in."

"Kai isn't here; he went to handle some paperwork."

Chen Hong turned to the side and took the fruit, casually greeting him.

"Producer Chen is decisive and efficient, so I naturally dare not be negligent."

Liu Yuehua changed into slippers and followed them into the living room. He then took out the contract that had been hastily produced overnight, as well as a complete script for "Flying Man" with camera positions and movement markings from his bag.

The two sat down on the sofa, with a coffee table between them.

The contract terms went smoothly, and Chen Hong even took the initiative to suggest lowering the fee to one dollar.

"Yuehua, Kai and Lao Tian have been friends for decades."

"Speaking of which, we're practically family. You're our junior apprentice. I'm happy you're willing to sign me to the crew. One dollar is enough for the fee."

Chen Hong is not short of money, and money is not what she wants.

What she wanted was to steal Xu Qing's place in this drama, and to generate buzz through publicity.

Liu Yuehua nodded in understanding and made concessions, giving her the full recognition of the leading actress in terms of billing order and press releases.

After the documents were signed, the process moved into the business discussion stage.

"Sister Chen, let's take a look at the script."

"The movement in a one-shot sequence is quite complex. The character of Fanyi has several moments of suppressed emotional outburst, which must be perfectly timed with the camera's movement."

Chen Hong took the script, flipped through two pages, and frowned slightly.

Having not acted for so long, she seemed a little overwhelmed by the script, which was densely covered with red lines indicating directions, focus, and movement.

"Page 40, the scene of blocking the door on a stormy night..."

Seeing this, Liu Yuehua stood up, walked around the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa next to Chen Hong, instantly closing the distance between them.

To facilitate script guidance, Liu Yuehua rested his arm on the back of the sofa behind Chen Hong, while his other hand turned to page 40 of the script in front of her.

This is a slightly aggressive, yet perfectly acceptable, pose.

Liu Yuehua had already taken off his coat as soon as he entered the room, and was now only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt.

At under 20 years old, male hormones and metabolism are at their peak.

The young body, having reached the pinnacle of body refinement and surpassing the peak of human potential, radiated a scorching heat.

The heat penetrated Chen Hong's thin loungewear without any hindrance.

Chen Hong's body stiffened slightly.

She had long been used to Chen Kaige's arrogant, old-fashioned, and even somewhat senile intellectual air.

At that moment, the raw, wild heat emanating from the young man beside her was incredibly impactful for a woman in her thirties who had been experiencing marital fatigue for years.

In that instant, she began to understand Fanyi from "Thunderstorm".

"With this movement, you must quickly close in and grab his wrist the moment Zhou Ping draws his gun."

Liu Yuehua seemed completely unaware of this unusual situation.

He kept his head down, drawing lines on the script with his fingers, speaking in a very professional tone.

"At this moment, Fanyi's feeling is not fear, but possession."

"She wants to destroy. Your gaze must not waver, and your breathing must be rapid."

As he spoke, Liu Yuehua, in order to demonstrate the action, naturally reached out with his left hand and grabbed Chen Hong's wrist, which was resting on her knee.

"Like this."

The moment their skin touched, Liu Yuehua's palms were burning hot.

Long, slender fingers and broad palms.

This absolute sense of control caused Chen Hong's heart to skip a beat without warning.

She subconsciously turned her head and met Liu Yuehua's lowered gaze.

The two were very close, and in Liu Yuehua's eyes there was no cowardice or timidity of respecting his teacher's aunt, but only an aggressive scrutiny.

The way he looked at her was different from how he looked at a female producer yesterday. Instead, he was looking beyond her appearance at a repressed, lonely woman hiding her desires.

Chen Hong hadn't seen that look in a man's eyes for many years.

When Chen Kai looks at her now, he sees her more as a manager who can help him handle interpersonal relationships and various miscellaneous tasks on and off the set.

Out of respect for her being the wife of a famous director, the others dared not show any admiration in their eyes.

The atmosphere in the living room froze, and an ambiguous feeling quietly emerged.

Chen Hong's breathing became erratic involuntarily.

She seemed to have forgotten to pull her hand back, and a hint of panic and excitement, which she herself was unaware of, flashed in those charming glasses.

Liu Yuehua's senses are very sensitive; he had already sensed Chen Hong's psychological changes by observing her emotional state.

In that brief moment, Tang Yan caught a glimpse of the excitement and panic in Chen Hong's eyes.

He knew all too well what a woman's physiological response in this particular situation meant.

But he did not go any further.

His style has always been to only lay the bait and never actively reel in the catch.

For a woman like Chen Hong, who holds a high position and is very concerned about her image, if you were to take the initiative to pounce on her now, it would only bring her to her senses instantly and make her feel offended.

He might even get killed in the industry.

Only by stopping there, burying that young, passionate, and dangerous seed in her heart, letting her ferment and savor it in countless lonely nights.

This is the kind of long-term investment that maximizes profits.

"That's roughly the rhythm. When the time comes, Teacher Jiang will lead you through it a couple more times on stage."

Liu Yuehua released Chen Hong's wrist naturally, his tone indifferent, as if the offside situation of those few seconds had never existed.

Chen Hong suddenly felt a little resentful. Am I really that unattractive?