Huayu 16: I Became the Dream-Fulfilling Master for Young Actresses

Chapter 102 My three mouths are all waiting for dessert!

Bai Mengyan looked up and saw the two figures walking one after the other. She paused for a moment, then continued moving things.

Zhou Ye also noticed the two leaving and leaned close to Bai Mengyan, lowering his voice to say, "Sister Lu, have you noticed that Senior Sister has been acting a little strange these past two days?"

Bai Mengyan turned to look at her, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Of course, she couldn't possibly have failed to notice that this usually lively person had suddenly become taciturn.

Don't you find it strange? Are you curious about what happened?

"Xiao Ye, what happened?"

Zhou Ye scratched his head: "Yesterday and today, my senior's makeup artist told me that she saw that my senior's eyes were particularly red when she arrived at the dressing room this morning."

"You cried? When did that happen?"

"This only happened in the last couple of days."

Zhou Ye lowered his voice even further, "The makeup artist said that when my senior came into the dressing room, she was wearing sunglasses. When she took them off, her eyes were swollen like walnuts. It took several layers of concealer to barely cover them up."

"She didn't dare ask any more questions, and the senior only said that she hadn't slept well."

"That's what the makeup artist told me anyway, so she probably wouldn't dare lie to me."

Bai Mengyan lowered her eyes, her thoughts wandering.

Zhou Ye pursed his lips. "Sister Lu, I don't think it's a work-related matter."

Bai Mengyan nodded in agreement.

It wasn't work-related; did you have a fight with Xingzhou?

Obviously not. If they had argued, Meng Ziyi would most likely not cry, and most importantly, he wouldn't be like this.

There's only one possibility: it's something Meng Ziyi dared not say, something extremely serious.

What is it that Meng Ziyi dares not say?

Did Xingzhou force her?

Bai Mengyan shuddered and quickly shook her head.

Meng Ziyi could easily tell what was going on in Chen Xingzhou's eyes.

But she couldn't say anything; she couldn't very well prevent others from liking Chen Xingzhou, could she?

Moreover, if Chen Xingzhou had forced Meng Ziyi, Meng Ziyi would probably have been happy. How could this be?

However, Bai Mengyan couldn't figure out why either, so she could only rub Zhou Ye's head and comfort him, "It's okay, Xingzhou will handle it."

"Yes, I believe in my senior too!"

At the film crew's hotel, Chen Xingzhou's room door slowly closed. He walked ahead, with Meng Ziyi mechanically following behind.

Entering the room, Chen Xingzhou pulled up two chairs, pushed one in front of Meng Ziyi, then sat down and said in a deep voice, "Speak, what's wrong? Don't lie."

"It's nothing, I don't have much to say. Today is also the day the crew wraps up filming, everyone should be happy, I don't want to spoil the mood, especially yours."

Meng Ziyi lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

Chen Xingzhou raised an eyebrow. "But looking at you like this, I'm not happy at all. My woman has been wronged, but she won't tell me."

"I told you I have nothing to say!!" Meng Ziyi shouted at him, her voice drowning out the hum of the air conditioner.

Chen Xingzhou was stunned for two seconds, a little dazed.

Meng Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot, and her body was trembling violently. After shouting, she covered her mouth and lowered her head, seemingly not expecting such a strong reaction from herself.

Chen Xingzhou paused, his brows furrowing slightly. He didn't speak, but simply looked at her quietly, waiting for her to continue.

After a few seconds of silence, Meng Ziyi choked back sobs, tears streaming down his face and falling onto the floor.

"What can I say? Ah Zhou—what do you think I can say?! Am I supposed to tell you: Ah Zhou, did you commit incest with your own sister?"

"Is this the question you wanted me to ask you?!"

"I—I squatted outside your room for more than ten minutes that night, I heard every word you said, I remember every single one of them. Do you know what I was thinking back then?!"

"I was thinking—it's over, it's over, my A-Zhou is finished—the man I, Meng Ziyi, loved most in my life, he wasn't just fickle, he didn't even care about human ethics."

"Do you think I dare to say it? Do you think I dare to tell you?! Huh?! Say something! ————"

Meng Ziyi's hair was disheveled. She looked up at him, her lips bitten and bleeding slightly.

Looking at her like this and listening to the things she imagined, Chen Xingzhou felt both amused and heartbroken.

Unexpectedly, Tian Xiwei's prank actually caused a big disaster, but fortunately, it was easy to resolve.

He felt that Meng Ziyi was being treated too poorly.

First, "Grade One: Graduation Season" was criticized, and now it's being ruined by this kind of thing.

To be honest, if he were in Meng Ziyi's shoes and found out about what happened the night before last, he might not have been able to hold out for so long.

He breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and walked to Meng Ziyi.

Her shoulders were trembling, and tears were dripping from her chin onto the floor, where they had already formed a small puddle.

He reached out and pinched her chin, wiping away her tears, and emphasized, "First of all, Tian Xiwei is not my biological sister."

Meng Ziyi's body stiffened, his pupils widened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but he was choked by tears.

"She's my childhood sweetheart. Do you remember the first time we met? You asked me if she was my sister. I said, 'Sort of.' I didn't expect you to treat her like my sister right away."

"The main problem is that the girl lied to you too. I was also at fault. Although I didn't admit that she was my sister, I didn't tell you that she wasn't my sister either."

As he spoke, Chen Xingzhou pulled Meng Ziyi into his arms.

Meng Ziyi leaned against him, her body trembling, her head resting on his collarbone, her body bobbing up and down.

After a while, she raised her hand and punched his chest, but in the end she only touched it lightly.

"She said she was your sister—I asked her and she said yes."

"I asked you, and you said it's okay, you said it's okay! What does 'okay' mean? Don't you know? Chen Xingzhou!!"

Mencius spoke haltingly, occasionally letting out a burp.

"Cough cough—it's my fault."

"Hehe," Meng Ziyi looked up at him, his eyes were so swollen they were barely slits, and his nose was as red as Santa's reindeer, making him look much bigger than usual.

"So what were you doing in the room that day?!"

"She's sewing clothes for me."

Mencius thought: "————"

"She said it was the first time she had done that, meaning it was the first time she had sewn a stitch into the clothes I was wearing. She couldn't quite get it right; it was just that my body was swaying a little."

"She used saliva to wet the needle because the eye of the needle was small, and she needed to use saliva to stick the thread together. As for her body being hot, it was because she put her hand inside my sleeve."

Mencius stared at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Chen Xingzhou chuckled and pinched her cheek. "I told you to be more serious, but you're still being naughty. You little rascal, you can't help but think dirty thoughts when you hear these things."

"You!" Meng Ziyi bit his finger, exhaled and blew on the hair that fell in front of her eyes.

After a moment, she lowered her head and said, "I'm so stupid, A-Zhou, am I a clown?"

"have no idea."

"Hehe—you know what? I even checked Baidu, and Baidu said it's a sister fetish. I even went to see a psychologist, but they said there's no department for sister fetishes."

Chen Xingzhou: "————"

Meng Ziyi punched his chest. "Anyway, I don't care. You have to make it up to me. I've been fooled for so long! You have to make it up to me first."

"As for Tian Xiwei!" Meng Ziyi clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, "She just wait!! I'm going to make fun of her too!"

"Whatever you want, just don't get tricked again." Chen Xingzhou said helplessly.

"You're not allowed to tell on me! Or else I'll—!"

Meng Ziyi opened his mouth, bit his lower teeth with his upper teeth, pointed with his finger, and gave a threatening look.

"Are you serious?" Chen Xingzhou felt a chill run down his spine. "Don't you know I might tell on you?"

Meng Ziyi chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. "Just kidding, why would I do that? I'm waiting for dessert."

Chen Xingzhou was speechless, his face full of black lines.

"Hehe!" Meng Ziyi covered her mouth and chuckled twice, then continued, "Let me tell you what compensation I want first: I want a song! You have to write me a new song, not the kind you wrote this time, but a standalone one!"

Are you sure?

"Mind your own business. If I sing badly, I sing badly, but I'm going to sing anyway," Meng Ziyi muttered.

"Okay, I'll write it for you after I finish handling the follow-up publicity for 'Dearest'."

"Really?! You agreed?" Meng Ziyi's eyes sparkled.

"Um.

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"Yay!!"

Meng Ziyi climbed out of his arms, his eyes still red and swollen, but the smile on his lips had switched to the one he was familiar with.

"I'm going to wash my face first! I want to sit next to you at the wrap party! And I want to sleep with you tonight!"

Before Chen Xingzhou could reply, she tilted her head back and took a big, deep breath from his lips, then quickly ran towards the door.

"A-Zhou! I love you!"

Watching her open the door and then close it again, Chen Xingzhou touched his lips and couldn't help but smile.

Is she that easy to coax?

He even felt that all he needed to do was explain his and Tian Xiwei's identities.

He seems to owe Meng Ziyi quite a bit; it looks like he needs to think about what kind of leading role she'll be filming every three years.

Three days after filming wrapped, Tian Xiwei's artist status was already registered.

She looked at the "Individual Actor Registration Certificate" in her hand, then tilted her head back and grinned at Chen Xingzhou.

"Brother Xingzhou, is that all?"

"Okay, that's fine." Chen Xingzhou nodded.

For someone like Tian Xiwei, who was admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy, registering as an artist only requires a student ID; nothing else matters.

"Then let's sign the contract quickly!"

As she spoke, Tian Xiwei ran towards his office, drawing sidelong glances from the employees.

Chen Xingzhou watched her retreating figure helplessly and quickly followed.

Once the two had entered the office, the employees began to whisper among themselves.

"Who is this?"

"You haven't seen her before? I guess so. You're from the marketing department, you didn't go to the film set. She's Tian Xiwei, President Chen's childhood sweetheart."

.

"Really? Holy crap, I'm only finding out now."

"What's this? Let me tell you—"

"Has everyone finished their work?" Zhou Ye stood up, looking at everyone with a sour face. "Don't discuss the boss's personal matters in the studio."

Several interns shrank back, lowered their heads, and apologized: "Assistant Zhou, we know we were wrong."

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