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At the shooting site the next day, Wen Zhao treated me very reverentially.
He kept chasing behind my ass, asking, “Brother Shuyao, were you really the one who cut the video last night?”
“Brother Shuyao, where did you learn this from? Can you teach me?”
“Brother Shuyao, don’t you think that you’re really artsy and talented?”
I was beyond harrowed by him. I never knew that the feeling of being worshipped was so annoying.
Again, he pulled hold of my elbow. “Brother Shuyao, can you…”
I secretly rolled my eyes. I was just contemplating how I should tell him off when a chilly voice spoke from behind me.
“No.”
Before I could turn my head, a bandaged hand had reached across, extricating me from Wen Zhao’s giant pig trotter.
Jiang Ran unhesitantly pressed me towards him.
“Mo Shuyao is mine…”
WTF??
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I whipped my head over to glare at him in abject horror, desperately wishing to break free from his arms.
I knew it. This supergay was getting more and more audacious.
Then he raised his pig trotter to hold my shoulder, taking his time to finish his words, “…he’s my exclusive editor.”
“……”
Jiang Ran, will it kill you to frigging just say things in one breath??
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Wen Zhao looked at Jiang Ran’s imposing manner, scratched his head, then bolted.
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But in all honesty, I hope Wen Zhao can man up a bit. With him by my side, Jiang Ran wouldn’t dare to act so audaciously.
The evil forces of gay, just look at how you’ve frightened us pitiful honest folks.
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After, we were brought to put on makeup. The martial arts instructor and I had a long discussion.
I was going to partake in a fight scene today, and it was in a fight against Jiang Ran.
Because the core of the character that he was acting as was corrupted in a moment of carelessness, he now wanted to wipe out our entire party.
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“Will you be alright?” Jiang Ran actually wandered over to my side before filming began. “You’re about to shoot a fight scene with me. I won’t go easy on you during the shoot.”
Me, in my head, ‘We’ll all big men, who the hell needs you to go easy!’
So I thumped my chest. “Relax. You can just go all out.”
Psh. Although laozi hasn’t practised Taekwondo, Muay Thai, kickboxing, or whatnot, I still had two years of otaku dancing under my belt in university; picking up playfighting-fu would be a piece of cake.
Still, he came over and pinched my waist. “You’ll really be alright?”
I almost used an air flare to prove my strength.
Don’t you know that men most detest being told that they can’t do it?
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When filming really went full sail, I then realised something.
Sorry. I can’t do it.
I only saw Jiang Ran fight others in the past. But when he really engaged me, I then found how sharp his fistfighting was.
No doubt, this guy had taken classes before.
Me, fear. To dodge his sharp meow meow punch, my body darted to one side, and my feet slipped under me…
If it weren’t for the suspension wires, I would probably be ass on the ground, four limbs pointing skyward now.
Seeing this, Jiang Ran moved to support me. “Are you okay?”
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Curse this. I massaged my upper arm that had started to ache from being pummelled by him, feeling massively aggrieved.
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I looked at the crown of Jiang Ran’s head like there was a flashing little red status above it.
I suspect that he is the demonic sword Onikiri, knocked into a confused state by a Temptress in a PvP Onmyoji match; with his passive skill to break straight through defensive shields, he slashed across both teams, turning it into a 1v11 indiscriminate rampage.
Hur hur, check it out. This is the style of our venerable Demon King Jiang!
Minamoto no Yorimitsu, come out and get pummelled!
You cheater!
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After resting for a while, the director called us to start the next scene.
This scene was even worse. Laozi needs to catch hold of a white blade with my bare hands, during which I even have to say lovey-dovey stuff to Jiang Ran.
Frankly, what I originally wrote was that the shou directly offered up his first kiss here.
…In other words, the crispy duck BL that I’m acting now, is the product of water that had entered my brain those years ago.
[your father is weeping.jpg]
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The action quickly sped by. Soon, Jiang Ran was charging over with the blade. I shoved Wen Zhao aside and was viciously slashed across the back.
I feigned pain, my eyes rolling up. I heroically turned over, catching hold of the blade that was stabbing straight towards my heart.
In a split second, hot friction seared across my palms.
“Ah—” I involuntarily yelped in pain. I glanced out of my peripheral vision and found that the blade was already stained with blood.
I gasped for breath, choking back the tears pricking my eyes.
What on earth, didn’t they say it was a plastic knife? How did it break skin just from this?!
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But the director didn’t call to stop. I could only keep acting with a frown.
“Shen Linhe, look carefully. It’s me!” I screamed while holding the blade, reciting my lines amidst both pain and shame. “Didn’t you say that I’m your only fetter to this world; that as long as I call your name, no matter how arduous, you’ll traverse hell and high water to get to me? Have you forgotten this?”
Jiang Ran’s eyes jolted. The arm strength he exerted let up significantly.
Trembling, I reached out to touch him. “Therefore, Shen…”
“What happened to your hand!”
He abruptly interrupted my line in a loud voice.
The plastic blade clattered to the floor.
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He grabbed my bloody hands, his eyes wide in his disbelief.
“Isn’t it a plastic blade?”
“…That, that’s what I wanted to ask too!”
Could it be that my skin was too thin and delicate?
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At this, the director hurried forward.
Jiang Ran spoke loudly, “Quickly call the paramedics, this has to be treated immediately!”
After speaking, he supported me up.
Perhaps too dazed from the pain, my legs caved and I fell into his arms.
Jiang Ran’s brows knit. He softly asked me, “Is it really that bad?”
I nodded, in too much pain to speak.
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Jiang Ran was silent for a few seconds. He spoke quietly by my ears. “I’m sorry.”
In my head, I said, ‘It isn’t your fault.’ Unfortunately, the pain had zapped any strength to talk out of me.
Blood was splattered across the floor. It was a tragic sight.
I heard him tell his agent, “Stop the bleeding and disinfect it first, then take us to the hospital for stitches.”
And his agent shouted, “President Jiang, how can you personally handle something like this…”
But Jiang Ran interrupted him. “I caused the injury, so I must take responsibility for it.”
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The paramedics were frantically scrambling to and fro my side.
I eyed the five-ish centimetres of the wound across both hands. Small blood vessels were possibly ruptured as well, or it would have been impossible that the bleeding hadn’t stopped in the past five or so minutes.
This… this is my precious paw for cutting videos.
I twitched, my heart aching.
Jiang Ran touched my shoulder. “Shuyao, are you okay?”
Agonised, I shook my head.
I looked at the roll of blood-stained bandages on the ground, reckoning that my face was probably frighteningly pale now.
Hard. Life is so hard.
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An unknown amount of time passed. My consciousness seemed to be drifting slightly.
Jiang Ran draped a shirt over me, then carried me up and stuffed me into the van.
“Are you doing okay?”
“Mm.” I listlessly responded in assent.
Jiang Ran shifted my shoulders, letting me lean against him.
This time, I really didn’t have any strength to struggle.
Hmph, bastard. You’re actually taking advantage of me when I’m downed again.
…Although, I do need someone to lean on right now.
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After being sent to the hospital, I don’t know what strings Jiang Ran pulled. But in any case, Jiang Ran had arranged a ward for me. The doctor put me under anesthesia, preparing me to be stitched.
Jiang Ran asked, “Can I stay to accompany him?”
Want to gay me again??
Immediately, I used what little strength I had left to shout, “No way, have him go out.”
“……” The ward was suddenly silent.
The doctor murmured to me, “Isn’t that Film Emperor Jiang? Who are you to him, how can you not show any appreciation when he’s treating you so well.”
The hell, why is everyone helping Jiang Ran to stir things up these days?
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Nevertheless, the pain slowly faded after the anesthesia was administered. I slumped in the bed, gradually coming back to my senses.
All of a sudden, someone called me. The initially silent ward was suddenly filled with the pink bubbly glow of Love Circulation.
“Uh…” I opened my eyes and shifted my upper body, using my eyes to signal to Jiang Ran to bring my phone over for me.
And then I saw the caller ID.
Mom.
It was a dry, crisp word, but it pressed down like a thousand pounds on my heart.
I gnashed my molars together. “Take it away, don’t pick it up!”
“But it’s your mother. She must have seen your injury on the news and got worried about you.”
With that, he helped me swipe to answer, placing the phone by my ear.
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A shrill female voice came over the line all high and mighty. “Shuyao! You’ve made it, you’re the pride of the family! Why didn’t you tell your mom that you’re a star? I only found out today after watching the news! That’s great, how much do you make in a month now? Does it reach ten million? Can you buy your mom a seaview villa and a world tour?”
“……” Why is it that when you see my injury on the news, the first thing you thought to care about is how much money I make?!
Why!
At first, I still had just that little sliver of hope. Now I just find it laughable. My heart instantly hardened, splintering into fragments.
The tears that I had been holding back came spurting out at once.
“Jiang Ran! Hang it up for me right now!” I used all my strength to shout. Due to the intensity of my movements, my head knocked against the guardrail.
But I didn’t feel any pain at all.
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To tell the truth, I am my mother’s cash cow.
I was born in a rural village in Hebei. Back then, my family was still rather affluent; the government repurposing of land had given us a flat and 80,000 yuan in compensation.
It was also with this money that my parents had sent me to Beijing to study the arts.
At that time, I was very excited too. I kept feeling that I would make it rich overnight the moment I stepped into Beijing.
But afterwards, my family collapsed.
My father smoked and drank, losing his job and growing addicted to gambling. Finally after owing hundreds of thousands to loan sharks, he committed suicide.
It happened right when I lost my job due to my stubbornness. Then, I worked hard to write novels and make money, sending all of it back to repay my father’s debt.
When my mom saw how I readily paid off this astronomical debt, she thought that I made a fortune in Beijing and started asking me for large sums of money.
In those three years that I was unemployed, each day passed like a nightmare.
If I hadn’t used making videos to vent my emotions…
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At the thought of this, my tears came rolling down in giant globs. I was gasping for breath, I could barely breathe.
Seeing this, Jiang Ran hurriedly shooed the doctor out.
“What’s wrong? What did your mother say to you?”
I lifted the hands that had yet to be stitched, wanting to rub my tears away.
Despicable! If I wasn’t injured, I’d be upside down right now.
Because, because someone famous once said… do a handstand when you want to cry, and the tears won’t flow out.
I’m a grown man. How can I cry so hideously?
Where’s my pride?
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Jiang Ran agilely caught my hands. “Mo Shuyao, calm down. Your hands are still injured.”
I couldn’t calm down. I’d bash my head in and write off my life now if I could.
Jiang Ran seemed to notice that I had lost control of my emotions; he directly pressed down tight against my shoulders and held me down to the bed.
“Calm down. I’ll help you wipe your tears, don’t cry.”
Then he patted my shoulder. “Listen to me, alright? Don’t move. I’ll get you tissues.”
I blinked, watching the man come closer, bit by bit.
“If you feel upset, you can slowly talk to me about it. I can definitely help you out.”
He leaned down and softly blew at the corners of my eyes. A tissue soaked up the moisture wetting the rims of my eyes, while his other hand rested on my shoulder, gently massaging it.
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AHHH Jiang Ran, hurry up and move your salted pig trotter away!
I madly scolded him in my head. His hooded eyes met my gaze. And all of a sudden, like I was injected with adrenaline, my heart started thumping like crazy.
!!!
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Are, are you kidding me?
Right away, my brain short-circuited.
Aww poor Mo Shuyao, what a heartless family
thanks for the chapter ♡ T^T
man, shuyao’s family sucks
ALSO THE ENDING – KISS KISS KISS
Wow 😯, I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect Teacher Mo to have such junk parents. I thought he’d be a well loved son for some reason. Jiang Ran should’ve listened to Teacher Mo when he said not to answer it! 😠
You are in love.
His mom just entered my hated-character-list.
Thank you for the chapter~🤍
Ugh. If he said don’t answer- he should have listened.
Thanks for the chapter <3
But seriously tho, if there was someone being harassed in front of these people, they wouldn’t bat an eye.
I know that this is hyperfictioned but every time I see people booting off Mo Shuyao’s discomfort, I can feel my anxieties flaring~
Seriously, I am unaffected by the mum being a douche reveal because all of my fight or flight flags are raising because no one is respecting his boundaries.
I was wondering why my mouth was stuck on an eternal frown while reading this. Like somethings are funny but… how can they respect him so little? Like bitch he is bleeding. (Director, the patient has the right to decide who stays in the room ( doctor) and is not your phone (ML)
I have completely forgot about this novel, but I still remember my extreme aversion towards this.
Imagine subtly telling someone of your discomfort, but they dismiss you and push you further to the perpetrator.
Then after you get depressed and/or die, they’d be like “I knew that something was wrong early on.” or “I was shocked, they were really close!”
I tried rereading it and voila, the first scene is his assistant, I think, was bugging him into telling info that may not be comfortable for him to talk about.
You just know that this is either written by an introvert who didn’t know how to socialize or by an extrovert who didn’t know about boundaries.