The filming of "My Demon Roommates" began. Four big CEOs... no, add Qin Miaomiao herself and that makes five. They all sat in a row at Meng Yan’s seaside villa, which Qin Miaomiao had commandeered as the shooting location.
Hua Tiantian crouched beside Qin Miaomiao, holding a script in her hands. She had memorized the lines to perfection, but she’d never acted before. Whether she could pull it off or not, she wasn’t confident. She had no clue what her idol was thinking—why sign her with such ease, and so casually assign her the lead role?
Especially with her acting opposite those four CEOs. Even without Google, she knew who these four were!
They were all big shots...
But right now, these big shots had their heads hung low. Yeah, President Qin had transformed into a tyrant, criticizing each one in turn!
"Yan Lv, you didn’t even memorize your lines! Where’s your brain? I sent the script to you three days ago—don’t you feel bad for not learning it by now?"
Yan Lv: "Well, I just... forgot to look at it. I’ll memorize it right now."
"If you don’t memorize it properly, you won’t be eating any meals!"
Yan Lv: ..... *sob sob sob* Sister-in-law is so scary. Brother Lu, save me!
Jin Jing let out a schadenfreude laugh, but Qin Miaomiao shot him a glance and said coldly:
"And you dare to laugh? The character I assigned you is a Peacock Demon—a narcissist to the bone, relentlessly conceited, obsessive about cleanliness, and unmistakably aloof. What about you? Does your performance remotely resemble aloofness? You’re acting like a clown!"
Jin Jing: "Aloofness... I don’t know how to do that. Plus, the outfit you picked for me—it’s way too garish! It totally clashes with my aesthetics."
"On my set, I call the shots! Go practice in front of a mirror. Remember this: look at people with a sideways 45-degree glance. Be venomous! Memorize all the lines with a tone of innate arrogance—the kind that makes others want to punch you in the face. Got it?"
Jin Jing: ..... Can I just choose death?
"Meng Er! You’re a Flower Demon, specifically the most regal Peony. So you need to exude elegance and dominate the room. You are the most dignified one here—understand?"
Meng Yan froze awkwardly. After a moment’s silence, he muttered darkly, "Can I pick another flower? Holding onto this Peony as a big guy feels... kind of damaging to my image."
Qin Miaomiao sneered coldly: "That flower is your true form! It’s also your lifeblood. Are you saying you don’t even want your lifeblood?"
Lifeblood and all, Sister-in-law, are you serious?
Having criticized the three of them, it was finally Song Li’s turn.
The other three looked at Song Li, waiting gleefully for her to be harshly scolded. After all, they were all berated thoroughly—but Song Li’s role was the Wolf King, arguably the most badass setup. Yet Song Li appeared utterly laid-back, curled up comfortably on the couch.
"Song San, you have a scene to rehearse shortly. Prepare yourself—don’t be nervous. Just treat it as fun. Your character setting is very similar to your real self, so just play naturally. Don’t stress, alright?" The most update n0vels are published on NoveIＦire.net
Jin Jing, Yan Lv, and Meng Yan: .....
*WTF! This is total favoritism! Disapproval! Absolute disapproval!*
"Sister-in-law, this is blatant favoritism! Why do we get chewed out while he gets treated so warmly?"
"Exactly! Sister-in-law, that’s not fair. What’s so great about Song San? His face isn’t better than Yan Wu’s, and his physique can’t compare to Meng Yan’s. I’m going to complain to Brother Lu!"
Qin Miaomiao squinted her eyes and let out a cold laugh:
"Because he’s my idol. I’m playing favorites—is there a problem with that?"