Three days later, Ye Fu arrived at the set.

That night, everyone simply had a casual dinner to get acquainted, and it was over.

The Best Actor arrived very late, wearing a casual white shirt paired with slacks, looking clean and elegant.

His hair seemed to be cut shorter than before; his features looked sharper than last time. After drinking a few glasses with the director and others, he found a seat.

Seeing that he was finally free, Ye Fu quickly went over and toasted him, thanking him once again.

Off-camera, Cen Luan was always calm and indifferent. He lifted his glass slightly toward her.
“It wasn’t me who chose you. It was the director.”

Those words made Ye Fu feel suddenly energized.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. After the toast, she even asked for his autograph.

“For someone else?” Cen Luan asked, raising an eyebrow after signing.

Ye Fu shook her head, biting her lip slightly, a rare hint of shyness appearing.
“No… I’m keeping it for myself.”

Cen Luan didn’t say anything more, but the curve of his lips deepened slightly.

Since filming would officially start the next day, the dinner ended early and everyone dispersed.

Ye Fu didn’t have a private car and originally planned to take a taxi home, but the director noticed and called her into the car.

Only after she got in did she realize that Cen Luan was also in the back seat.

His eyes looked slightly hazy—he had clearly drunk quite a bit and seemed uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” Ye Fu asked with concern.

Director Xu glanced back. “He’s fine. He’s always like this after drinking. He’ll be fine after sleeping it off.”

Ye Fu nodded.

Cen Luan pressed his fingers against his brow. Seeing how properly she sat beside him—back straight, hands neatly placed—he couldn’t help but laugh.

Ye Fu turned to look at him. Seeing that he was still smiling, she asked the director hesitantly,
“Is he… smiling while drunk? Is he really okay?”

“Smiling while drunk?” Director Xu turned around, confused. “I’ve only heard of drunken shrimp.”

Ye Fu: “…”

Cen Luan spoke, his voice roughened by alcohol.
“Old Xu, when did you get so mean?”

“I won’t show favoritism,” Director Xu replied. “Tomorrow you better bring your full performance. Otherwise, don’t expect me to be nice.”

The car stopped.

Director Xu got out.

Ye Fu looked at the director, then at Cen Luan, and asked carefully,
“Um… Best Actor, where is your assistant?”

“He went to buy medicine. You go ahead,” Cen Luan said, still pressing his brow. His nose and lips looked especially striking in the dim car light.

Leaning back slightly, his collar had two buttons undone, revealing his Adam’s apple as it moved subtly—an understated, masculine allure.

“Okay. Good night.” Ye Fu didn’t dare look any longer and quickly left.

She actually wanted to ask—what medicine?

For a headache? For sobering up?

But… they weren’t close enough for that yet.

Probably, after this film, they would be a bit closer.

Probably.

She wasn’t sure.

But she really hoped so.

Ye Fu had no assistant and had to do everything herself. By the time she finished packing it was already eleven at night. She thought she would receive the script that night, but until midnight, there was no message from the director.

Only when filming began the next morning did she receive a single page of script.

Director Xu’s style was completely different from other directors. The script she got only covered that day’s scene—she had no idea what would be filmed tomorrow.

Worried she would be too slow to get into character, she cautiously asked for the next day’s script.

Director Xu rejected her in one sentence:

“Ask tomorrow.”

Helpless, Ye Fu could only go change clothes and prepare for the upcoming scene.

Cen Luan had already changed. He was wearing a tiger mask, casually playing with a very realistic-looking handgun.

Seeing her look over, he pointed the gun at her playfully.

Ye Fu instinctively raised her hands.

Cen Luan seemed to laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Ye Fu thought to herself—the Best Actor is so childish.

And she herself… was so embarrassing.

The extras were already in place.

Director Xu checked the camera and gave instructions:

“Don’t look into the camera. Show fear. Trembling. You can lower your head, or cautiously lift it, but anyone who wants to show their face must show fear. Understood?”

“Understood!”

Everyone got into position. Ye Fu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The clapperboard sounded.

“Stockholm, Scene 1, Shot 1—Action!”

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