Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

I mentally reviewed today's schedule.

His scenes were scheduled for the afternoon, so it wouldn't be a problem if he arrived a little late.

In "Chinese Paladin 3", he was a supporting character after all, and his screen time was not as heavy as that of Hu Ge and the main characters.

Even knowing all this, the first thing I do every morning is still check my phone.

Because the production team often adjusts the shooting schedule on the fly based on the weather, location, and actors' schedules.

If you miss the notification, getting scolded is the least of your worries.

He put down his phone and noticed a note on the coffee table in front of him.

It was left behind by Yang Mi.

The content is short, only a few lines.

After reading it, Su Wei frowned.

He read it again from the beginning.

Then he slammed the note onto the coffee table, making a crisp "smack" sound with his palm.

The note reads:

[You scoundrel, yesterday was just an accident, don't take it seriously.]

Also, since you did a good job last night, there's a tip on the table for you, consider it a reward for your hard work!

whee!!!】

There's a smiley face drawn behind the hehe.

There were indeed banknotes on the coffee table.

Not just a few.

It's a bunch.

Su Wei stared at the pile of money for a long time, and the corners of her mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

It was really just a bunch of loose change.

Zero as zero as it can get.

Fifty yuan, ten yuan, five yuan...

He began counting them one by one.

Damn it, it's exactly two hundred and fifty yuan.

no more, no less.

He held the few crumpled banknotes in his hand and sat in the chair for a long time without moving.

The morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the edge of the coffee table and onto the pile of loose change.

This situation is truly absurd.

Yang Mi, that vixen, is truly despicable; she acts as if he were merely a gigolo she's chosen.

That's fine.

It could be two hundred, or it could be three hundred.

But he's just a complete idiot.

This number was like a carefully calculated slap, neither too hard nor too light, landing perfectly on his face.

Not only did they take the picture, they also used those crumpled coins to tell you:

See, I'm really going all out to humiliate you.

Yang Mi did it on purpose.

I wonder where she got so much change?

He clutched the few banknotes and cursed under his breath.

In his eighteen years of life, this was the first time someone had ever thrown money at his face.

It's one thing to throw money around, but it's a bunch of loose change that's just plain stupid.

This drove him even crazier than receiving a whole bill of 250.

It's truly a case of "the uncle can tolerate it, but the aunt cannot."

He immediately picked up his phone, found Yang Mi's number, and dialed it.

A dial tone came from the receiver.

It beeped once, then twice.

Then the call was disconnected.

Su Wei took a deep breath and dialed it again.

This time, the call wasn't disconnected; the other end simply turned off their phone.

Su Wei took the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen for several seconds.

Then he actually laughed out of anger.

He took a deep breath, opened his phone, turned on the messaging app, and started typing furiously.

"You bitch, you're dead!!!"

The three exclamation marks in a row show just how angry he was.

He stood up, picked up his coat from the chair and shook it; the collar still smelled of alcohol.

I put on my coat, tidied up the room, and prepared to leave.

As I approached the entrance, my hand was already on the doorknob, but I paused for a moment.

He turned around and looked at the pile of crumpled coins on the coffee table.

The money was still there, glaringly bright in the morning light.

He stood at the door, his expression changing several times.

His brows furrowed and then relaxed, and then, as if possessed, he walked back.

Put all the money in your pocket.

He didn't know why he wanted to take the money.

All he knew was that he didn't want to leave them in this room.

As for that note—he glanced at it and found it utterly displeasing.

He grabbed it, tore it into pieces in a few quick movements, and threw it into the toilet.

More than half an hour later, he arrived at the film set.

He saw Yang Mi from a great distance at the entrance.

She was standing outside the dressing room, chatting with Tang Yan and Liu Shishi, laughing without any restraint, her shoulders shaking.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the eaves, falling on her face and making the corners of her eyes curve.

The woman who had planned all morning and then escaped while he was asleep looked to be in a very good mood.

Su Wei stood in the shadows at the entrance of the film set, watching her smiling face.

He silently counted to three in his mind, suppressing the nameless anger that had been simmering in his chest all the way.

Then he took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and roared out.

"Yang Mi—!"

That shout was so loud that everyone on the set could hear it.

The crew members all looked over curiously.

Yang Mi's smile came to an abrupt end.

She turned her head and saw Su Wei standing at the entrance of the film set.

Su Wei strode towards her, his eyes burning with fire, while a faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips.

Yang Mi watched him walk towards her, his eyes, still filled with anger, fixed on her.

Her eyes crinkled, and she almost burst out laughing.

She quickly picked up the water glass and held it to her mouth, concealing the smile on her face, revealing only her bright, sparkling eyes.

Liu Shishi, standing nearby, glanced back and forth between Su Wei and Yang Mi, then blinked thoughtfully.

Tang Yan hadn't yet realized what was happening. She looked at Su Wei, then at Yang Mi, and muttered to herself:

"Why is Xiao Su so angry today...?"

Su Wei's expression was neither clearly angry nor aggrieved.

In short, it was a complex emotion they had never seen before since they met Su Wei.

Before Su Wei even reached Yang Mi, Liu Shishi's gaze fell on his clothes.

She looked at it for two seconds, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

This jacket, these pants, these shoes—they're exactly the same as what I wore to dinner last night.

Su Wei is not the type of person who doesn't change her clothes.

Moreover, having drunk alcohol last night, a normal person wouldn't wear the same clothes again the next day.

Then, considering Yang Mi's performance just now.

An idea began to take shape in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and her mouth unconsciously opened slightly.

Although Su Wei was preoccupied with settling scores with Yang Mi, she did not lose her rationality.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Liu Shishi staring at his clothes.

His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't stop walking; he had already begun to explain:

"Hey, well, I've already washed all my clothes."

The weather in Hengdian is terrible; it hasn't dried properly for days, so I'll have to make do with yesterday's outfit.

After he finished speaking, he himself felt that his reason was quite plausible.

It's been really humid in Hengdian these past few days, so it's quite normal for clothes not to dry completely.

However, his explanation only made people more suspicious.

It's almost like admitting guilt without being asked.

Liu Shishi glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

But that look clearly said, "Do you think I believe you?"