Chapter 37.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
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Chapter 37.2
Scene 99, set in Gao Zhun's home, revolved around a conversation between Gao Zhun and Fang Chi about Justin. Although Zuo Linlin also appeared in this scene, Qin Xun-er was still away. Hence, apart from a single shot that would be completed with the use of a hand double, filming for the day would focus on the interaction between Zhang Zhun and Chen Hsin.
Zhang Zhun had changed into Gao Zhun's expensive nightwear; the luxurious champagne silk clung to his body, hugging every contour on his sculpted torso. Lifting his chin, the makeup artist applied his eyeliner with careful strokes, adding a touch of cat-like pride to his features. Chen Hsin could not take his eyes off the sight, could not take his eyes off the other man; his eyes remained glued to Zhang Zhun no matter how much he tried to look away.
”Are the two of you… eh?” Chen Cheng-Sen probed nosily in the midst of his half-hearted chat with Chen Hsin. No reply. ”You know,” the director pressed on in the next breath, ”that girl of yours isn't too bad. Quit messing around.”
This time, Chen Hsin muttered something in response, but it was lost in the noise of sudden exclamations from several female staffers checking their phones in a corner. Zhou Zheng yelled at them. Blus.h.i.+ng, one of the girls held up her phone for Chen Hsin and asked, ”Are you getting married, Chen-laos.h.i.+?”
Zhang Zhun was the first to react to her question. He snapped his head around at once, and the eyeliner went straight into his eye. The makeup artist cried out in alarm. When Chen Cheng-Sen and Zhou Zheng rushed over at the sound, Zhang Zhun had pressed both hands to his eye, evidently injured. Confusion ensued as the crew members that had gathered around him hurried to lift his head for a better look. They succeeded at last, and saw that his face was covered in tears.
”Get me some tissue!” Zhou Zheng pried away those hands after several fl.u.s.tered wipes. ”Zhang-laos.h.i.+, can you open your eye?”
It was unclear whether any of them noticed that Zhang Zhun's uninjured eye was just as wet. He wanted to see Chen Hsin; a look was all he wanted. But now, surrounded by so many bystanders, Zhang Zhun had no choice but to smile for them. ”It's nothing. Just feels a little sore.”
Chen Hsin did not dare to go over. He was stunned, and only a single thought remained in his mind - he had to make a call. In his trouser pocket was his phone. He wanted to reach for it, but was spooked instead when it started ringing out of the blue: Goodbye my almost… The call was answered in an instant. On the other side of the room, Zhang Zhun heard him holler into the phone, ”You!”
Feng Yunting's caller ID flashed on the screen. ”Have you checked Weibo?” she asked as soon as she opened her mouth. Chen Hsin gnashed his teeth, forcing down the impulse to shred her to pieces, but she continued without any sense of urgency, ”The problem doesn't lie with me.”
”It's my problem, then?” Chen Hsin returned, an odd inflection in his voice.
”My manager has already lodged a police report. Wait…”