Fu Xiu didn't expect the result to come so quickly, as if he had just decided to confess ten minutes ago.
Before he even had the time to add anything else, Sheng Qianye on the other side had already begun to plan the process after the rejection.
Of course the man's pride couldn't stand it, and he frowned and asked, "Why do you refuse?"
Sheng Qianye was stunned for a moment: "Does this require a reason?"
Fu Xiu: “…”
"Wait a minute," she raised her hand and stopped, lowering her eyes and biting her lip, "Let me think about it."
After thinking for a few seconds, she stated the truth more frankly: "What else could it be? I don't have any feelings for you."
After living for twenty-seven years, Fu Xiu thought that this was the biggest Waterloo he had ever encountered in his life.
How did she stay calm and not hesitate to refuse
He hesitated for a moment, "What if you are with me and your pay for this drama is doubled?"
At this moment, Sheng Qianye's gaze was a bit like he was watching a awards show for confusing behavior.
She shook her head: "I'm not short of money."
"Didn't you just ask me about my salary?"
"I have to take what's mine," she said, taking a sip of mineral water. "I'm not interested in what's not mine."
Besides, if he gave her money and she dated him, what would that mean to her? Could she be worthy of the fans who treated her like their sweetheart every day
Fu Xiu was completely speechless.
Sheng Qianye thought that after saying so much, it was time to end it. He paused as he pulled out the script from behind, and saw that his boss maintained a fixed posture and did not move for a long time.
So she pretended to be concerned: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." The man said stiffly.
Fu·It·is·Xiu squeezed the water in his hand, making it crackle, as if to vent his anger.
He thought Sheng Qianye would at least continue to offer his condolences, but Sheng Qianye nodded, flipped through the script, and answered readily, "That's good."
"… "
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The boss has recently fallen in love with holding meetings again.
He, who normally wouldn't have had close interactions with artists for five hundred years, suddenly started having small interactions every three days and big interactions every seven days.
Sheng Qianye has given up on himself and no longer pretends to be a nice young man in front of his boss. He pushes away everything he can and also pushes away things he cannot. If he is absent from work for too long, he will just go to the company for the sake of showing his respect.
She had someone record the content of the meeting and had originally planned to watch it on the set, but that bastard Fu Xiu told her that she should either write an 800-word review after watching it on the set to represent that she had watched it, or watch it in the end at the company.
Sheng Qianye then rushed back to the company with a smile on his face but a bad heart.
She randomly picked an empty meeting room with a sofa, lay down comfortably on the sofa with her legs crossed, and turned on the projector.
She felt sleepy after watching for a while. Looking at Fu Xiu's face, her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
The assistant saw her start to daydream, then looked at the handsome and wealthy boss on the screen and asked, "Did the boss confess to you?"
"Confession? Who told you?"
"I was outside the door last time and heard it."
"It's not a confession, it's just... maybe you want to see if you can have sex with me." Sheng Qianye said.
The assistant was confused for a moment: "What do you mean?"
She rationally explained: "Let's do it on the bed."
She has seen many such capitalists in the entertainment industry. Most of them are not reliable. They just want to flirt with young and beautiful girls. Some of them are unscrupulous and make appointments with girls in the name of love, and then shake them off when they are tired of sleeping. The woman is an artist, and for the sake of her own future, she will not expose or fight to the death, so she can only let it go.
Since her debut, she has received such overt and covert signals many times and has developed her own way of distinguishing them.
Sure enough, the assistant asked, "Are you saying that the boss wants to have sex with you? Why do you say that?"
"How could it be so sudden? He suddenly showed up at the crew and suddenly said he wanted to be my boyfriend. He didn't even chase her—"
"Can this be a serious relationship?"
"When you're in a relationship, you need to pursue and show your affection," Sheng Qianye turned his head, "Have you ever seen someone suddenly fall in love without even pursuing the process?"
The assistant shook his head, not quite understanding.
She snapped her fingers: "That's it."
If someone doesn’t want to be with you, it probably means they have other intentions.
On the other side, Fu Xiu, who was in the conference room cubicle, listened to the entire conversation and was silent for a long time again.
He seriously asked her if she wanted to be in a relationship, but she thought he just wanted to sleep with her?
…
Sheng Qianye didn't know why, but after he returned to the company, Fu Xiu never held a meeting again.
However, her crew started to have some strange things.
For things like afternoon tea, desserts, fruits, and coffee, she always had one more portion than others. At first she thought it was organized by her forum fan club, but it turned out to be happening for so many days in a row, which was not like what fans should do.
So she randomly picked a lucky staff member and asked, "Who sent these things?"
The staff member said: "Fu Xiu."
Sheng Qianye, who was eating blueberries, stopped.
Back in the lounge, she looked at her box of blueberries and wondered how likely it was that Fu Xiu had put a chronic poison in it.
The assistant adjusted the air-conditioning speed for her, then walked over and said, "The boss has been very nice to you lately."
"Isn't he very nice to the entire crew?"
"But you're the only one with more stuff than others," the assistant boldly guessed, "Maybe they gave it to everyone in the crew just to give it to you?"
Sheng Qianye was so embarrassed that he trembled: "It's impossible, Fu Xiu would not do such a thing, don't guess."
Assistant: "So what do you think it is?"
"Does he want to ask me something?"
The assistant waited for her to speak: "For example?"
Sheng Qianye licked his lips: "For example, if you want to keep me in Huayan without raising the price."
The answer to the matter was soon revealed one afternoon.
That afternoon, Fu Xiu showed up on the set and treated everyone to fresh coconut water. When everyone was almost won over by him, Sheng Qianye couldn't hold back any longer and dragged out three coconuts from his room to ask him -
"You've been sending so many things lately, what on earth are you doing?"
The man raised his head and answered simply, "I'm chasing you."
She lost control of the coconut with one hand and it fell to the ground with a bang, rolling twice.
She was not the only one on the set. All the staff around her looked at her in disbelief. Even the director who was drinking coconut water was choked and started coughing behind the monitor, covering his lips.
That week, Sheng Qianye was asked almost five thousand times, "Are you going to be the boss lady of Huayan?" Suddenly, rumors spread in the crew that she brought money into the crew and the capital behind her was her own boss.
Even her partners looked at her with a hint of shock and admiration.
She actually hoped to bring money into the crew, but unfortunately there was only one person in the crew who brought money, and she was the second female lead of the crew.
The second female lead, He Cheng, comes from a family of performing arts. Her grandfather was a prominent businessman. Her parents gave birth to her in their forties after having three sons. It goes without saying that they cherish their child very much, especially since she is their youngest daughter.
The youngest daughter was born with a pair of tearful eyes and was spoiled by her family since she was a child. The first time she filmed outside, she burst into tears when she got a little bump. Once she had a sore throat after filming and broke down in tears on the spot.
Although the audience felt that He Cheng was being pretentious, it was obvious that the girl grew up in love, so she could not tolerate any grievance.
That kind of ability... Sheng Qianye lost it when he was fourteen years old.
Being sensible comes at a price, just like every piece of jade has to go through countless polishing before it takes shape. It is the pain of the process that creates a relatively perfect result, and the long nights of crying that are not worth mentioning have to be endured by oneself.
The reason why you can't grow up is because there are people who pamper you and support you, so there is no need to flatter or please them.
That day, they were filming a scene where someone fell and got injured in the theater. There were exposed steel bars and formwork on the edge of the steps. After the director called cut, Sheng Qianye and He Cheng both had scratches of varying degrees.
Hers was more serious than He Cheng's, but unfortunately He Cheng was good at expressing himself, and after sobbing for a few times, most of the staff gathered around him again.
Sheng Qianye looked at the wound on the palm of his hand where the skin was rubbed off, and red blood was oozing out.
She was actually quite afraid of pain, probably because she was used to enduring it, and the part of the pain that would be relieved by talking was held back, so she had to divert it elsewhere.
Fortunately, she had asked her assistant to prepare a medicine box for her.
Sheng Qianye waited there for a while, but the assistant did not arrive unexpectedly. She turned around and found that Fu Xiu had arrived at some point.
He took the medicine box from the assistant and walked over to her.
"Take your hands out." He said as he opened the cotton swab bag.
Sheng Qianye looked at him suspiciously for a while, then extended his hand and said, "Just give me the box."
The man ignored her suggestion, forcibly pried open her hand, pressed down his fingers and lifted her palm, and tended to her wound.
He rolled a cotton swab dipped in alcohol around the wound and frowned as he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Sheng Qianye thought to himself, how dare you ask me the lines of such a domineering Mary Sue
"It doesn't hurt."
The cotton swab was pressed against the wound unexpectedly, and she hissed several times subconsciously in pain.
Sheng Qianye: “…”
“I didn’t push hard,” he said.
Sheng Qianye didn't reply.
Fu Xiu continued in a low voice: "It hurts, it hurts. There is nothing shameful about being in pain. There is no need to bear it all by yourself."
The warm yellow light of the theater poured down, and there was fine dust floating in the light column. His voice had a warm tone. That face also seemed a little more dignified and pleasing to the eye.
She licked her lips and said in a casual voice: "Are you here to be my life mentor?"
The air conditioner said nothing and put the square Band-Aid into her palm.
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The two met again at Sheng Xingyu's birthday party.
At that time, she was having a pleasant conversation with a male actor whom she hadn't seen for a long time. They talked about each other's debut works a few years ago, their future developments, market preferences, and analyzed what the audiences liked to watch recently.
Just when she was getting excited, her agent came to her and said that there was something going on at the company.
She followed her agent out doubtfully, and only after getting in the car did she realize that the person sitting next to her was Fu Xiu.
As soon as she saw Fu Xiu, she knew that the company issue was just an excuse. What could possibly happen in the company? It was obvious that this man was abusing his power for personal gain.
She expectedly asked, "What's the matter?"
"Where is the hotel?" He turned off the lights. "I'll take you back."
Sheng Qianye was confused: "Why are you sending me back? The birthday party isn't over yet."
"Go back and read the script. We have to shoot tomorrow."
The whole night was really confusing, and what he said was even more confusing—what did he have to do with her filming
As a qualified actor, she knows what to do and when to do it.
"I can take care of my own affairs," Sheng Qianye turned sideways to unlock the door, "If there's nothing else, I'll go down first."
Unexpectedly, he locked the car door before her. Sheng Qianye was extremely confused by this.
She turned around and looked at Fu Xiu, frowning: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"I don't want you to talk to that guy."
"… "
It was hard to imagine that these words actually came from Fu Xiu's mouth. Sheng Qianye sniffed and indeed smelled the smell of alcohol: "Have you been drinking?"
She knew it was hard to reason with a drunk man, so she tried to get straight to the point: "I have nothing to do with you, and it is my freedom to talk to anyone..."
Fu Xiu seemed to have heard something harsh: "Who are you saying has nothing to do with who?"
"You and I."
“We have no relationship…”
Sheng Qianye was only halfway through her words when someone pressed the car window behind her with his hand. The drunken man pressed his lips against hers, deepening the touch.
She stared for a few seconds, and when she came to her senses, she tried to push him away, but no matter how she struggled, he remained motionless.
When leaving, Fu Xiu asked her with dark eyes: "Does this count as a relationship now?"
Finally breaking free from the man's arms, Sheng Qianye felt that his lips were about to be swollen from being bitten by this man. Angrily, he threw his coat and the paper bag at the face of this impudent man, unlocked the door, and walked away with gritted teeth.
She wanted to kick him, but her legs were actually pinned down by his knee.
It was so embarrassing. How could Sheng Qianye lose in a close combat? And she was pinned against the car window without being able to move? And she was kissed so hard that she had no power to fight back?
She now wished she could go back and let Fu Xiu experience the feeling of being suppressed, but after weighing the pros and cons for a while, she felt that it was not worth it, so she had to turn back and curse a few more times in frustration.
The man's car stayed in the night for a long, long time.
Until the secretary heard the news and rushed over, looking at the new wound on the corner of his eye, hesitantly asked: "What happened to you...?"
"fine."
The man touched the corner of his eye and chuckled: "To be more specific... it's not a loss."
The author has something to say: Mr. Fu, you have a really good attitude [thumbs up]
I'll give out 200 to 300 red packets in this chapter.