Chapter 62: It’s none of my business.
In the room, when Sun Ling saw Shi Lan return, she playfully teased her, “So, how was Yan’s midnight snack?”
Shi Lan took a seat on the sofa and leisurely touched her stomach, “I finally had a few bites of decent food.”
“Yan is really good to you. By the way, tomorrow morning is your duel scene with Gu Chengyu, and in the afternoon you have a blast scene. Digest a bit and try to rest early, otherwise I’m afraid Gu Chengyu will drag the time on forever tomorrow.”
Shi Lan nodded. She planned to read the script and digest for a while when suddenly she received a strange message, “An Lan, I want to talk to you.”
Shi Lan glanced at it and ignored it directly. When on earth would phones have a feature that completely buries someone once they’re blocked, not just blocking their calls but also their messages? Isn’t it disgusting how they still occasionally come back to haunt you by trying to claw out of their grave?
Forty minutes later, Shi Lan climbed back into bed, hugging Yan’s body pillow and listening to a lullaby Yan had sent, feeling completely enveloped by a sense of security, and then she drifted off to sleep contentedly.
Meanwhile, Yan Shixiu, who had come down from the rooftop, washed up and was watching a drama of “King Lear” in his room.
From his room’s balcony, looking over to the side, one could tell that the next door was dark, indicating that Miss Shi had already fallen asleep.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.
The next morning, on the set of “Smoke”.
Shi Lan, having finished her makeup, sat in a chair backstage reading the script, while Gu Chengyu not far away occasionally cast questioning glances her way.
That was because the message Gu Chengyu sent last night was completely ignored.
“An Lan… don’t you feel, today Gu Chengyu’s looks at you have a certain indescribable quality?” Sun Ling, sitting behind Shi Lan, was holding a small fan early in the morning.
“None of my business,” Shi Lan responded while looking at the script.
Not far off, some of Gu Chengyu’s fans came to visit the set, occasionally letting out a few screams and pointing fingers at Shi Lan.
Shi Lan ignored them all, until it was time to start filming.
Perhaps having learned his lesson, Gu Chengyu was noticeably more humble, and although he still couldn’t keep up with Shi Lan’s pace during the morning shoot, he was trying his best to adjust.
After shooting two scenes, Shi Lan changed her outfit and sat down in a chair to wait. At that time, Gu Chengyu, holding a coffee bought by his assistant, approached Shi Lan again, “Want some?”
Shi Lan was looking at her phone and looked up to see Gu Chengyu, shaking her head, “No, thanks.”
Gu Chengyu didn’t insist and retracted his outstretched hand, then asked, “Why didn’t you reply to my message?”
Upon hearing this, Shi Lan put down her phone and laughed, “Why do you think I didn’t reply? I don’t want to be disturbed by you, I don’t want any private contact with you, I don’t want to waste my time with you. Which one do you prefer?”
Gu Chengyu, “Are you still mad at me?”
Shi Lan laughed off her annoyance and shook her head, “Please, if it’s not about shooting, don’t talk to me, it’s exhausting.”
With a refusal this clear, and with Sun Ling returning as well, Gu Chengyu could only walk away with his coffee.
This man was not only narcissistic but also incredibly clueless. Compared to dog-like men who, although secretly flirtatious, are empathetic—knowing what she likes and dislikes—Yan never steps on a landmine. Not long after Gu Chengyu left, his fans who came to visit the set today uploaded photos of the two with physical contact during shooting and Gu Chengyu offering Shi Lan coffee onto the internet.
“This woman, she still won’t let our brother go.”
“Green tea, get lost!”
“She said she turned black, but she still keeps WeiBo posts about our brother, I knew it was fake!”