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Returning to the Garden filming base.
Jin Zhuxuan was washing vegetables by the pond.
Yes.
Washing vegetables.
Originally this task was assigned to Yin Dailan, but she pushed it onto Jin Zhuxuan and instead took over the job of cutting vegetables.
Because of a previous lesson learned, this ti Jin Zhuxuan paid extra attention.
Under the focus of nurous caras, she washed a basket of vegetables and returned to the yard.
“Ah, Zhuxuan, it looks like you haven’t washed them clean, there’s still mud.”
While cutting vegetables, Yin Dailan’s voice was not too loud yet not too soft, with a joking tone, “Do you guys in Goryeo also have that saying, ‘A bit of dirt won’t hurt’?”
The other guests were all amused to laughter.
Jin Zhuxuan smiled awkwardly, unsure whether to explain that she had actually washed very carefully.
Yin Dailan threw away so of the vegetables but ended up cutting her finger while chopping, probably because she wasn’t accustod to such rough work.
She cried out in pain at once.
“What’s wrong?”
Everyone rushed over concerned.
“Quick, call the dical staff.”
The program crew was also nervous, and a staff mber imdiately ran over with a dical kit.
The scene was in chaos.
Fortunately, it wasn’t serious; just a small cut on the index finger.
In any ordinary household kitchen, such minor injuries happened often and could be solved with just a Band-Aid.
“Dailan, do you want to go to the hospital?”
Jin Zhuxuan felt a bit dazed on the periphery of the crowd.
Variety shows in Shenzhou mostly followed the example of Goryeo.
Having accidents during shows was common for the pioneers from Goryeo, including serious injuries.
Thus, Jin Zhuxuan was accustod to these situations and had also frequently suffered accidents during rehearsals in Goryeo.
However, as long as it wasn’t too severe, she would persist.
After all, in Goryeo, whether inside or outside the industry, the demands on artists were quite strict.
If an artist seed too “delicate,” they could be criticized to the point of doubting their own life.
Seeing everyone so frantic, Jin Zhuxuan thought the injury must be severe, so she approached with concern and tiptoed to get a view of Yin Dailan, who was wrapped up in the crowd.
But what she saw was that, before the dical staff even had a chance to open their kit, the bleeding from Yin Dailan’s finger had already stopped.
“…”
Jin Zhuxuan felt both relief and embarrassnt for the other party.
Even though the injury was minor, perhaps because of the connection of the finger to the heart, Yin Dailan’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, seemingly in great pain, but she still put on a brave smile and said it was nothing.
“Sister Dailan, you should still go to the hospital and have it checked.
The bleeding looked terrifying.”
The newcor “fresh at” to this episode showed a scared expression, his face contorted as he watched Yin Dailan’s finger being carefully bandaged by the dical staff.
“We haven’t finished recording today’s program yet, I can’t go to the hospital.”
True to form as a regular female guest, Yin Dailan was very responsible.
“You’re injured, why continue recording?
Director, I think it’s best to send Dailan back to the hotel to rest.”
One of the lead male guests in the program said.
The director felt helpless inside, but had no other choice but to nod, “Take Dailan back to the hotel.”
Jin Zhuxuan watched helplessly as the slightly injured Yin Dailan was revered and escorted into the car.
“Dailan, your phone.”
In the car, her assistant handed over a phone.
Yin Dailan, frowning, imdiately chastised, “Can’t you see I’m injured?
What phone calls?”
The assistant, who seed used to taking suffering with his als, ekly and carefully said, “It’s Brother Huang calling.”
Hearing this, Yin Dailan’s facial expression suddenly changed, and her tone shifted dramatically, “Give it to .”
Prosperity may co from calamity; calamity may arise from prosperity.
“Zhongshuo!”
She cooed, her voice tinged with a perfect touch of aggrievent.
“Are you on the mountain?”
Yin Dailan was so imrsed in complaining to her boyfriend, she didn’t notice his unusual tone.
“Mm, I just accidentally cut my finger while chopping vegetables.”
Her boyfriend not only had a high status in the circle but had also truly pampered her into a little lady.
After getting together, his care for her was ticulous.
But today, his reaction surprised Yin Dailan.
She didn’t receive the concern she had expected; her boyfriend didn’t even inquire further, “I’m at the hotel at the foot of the mountain, have you finished recording?”
Yin Dailan felt at a loss and instinctively asked after a pause, “You ca to Xiao Shan?”
“When will you finish recording?”
He asked again, his tone much colder than usual, and quite indifferent.
Yin Dailan didn’t know what to make of it but still answered, “I’m on the way down the mountain in the car.”
“I will wait for you in the room.”
Having said that, Master Huang, known as Huang Zhongshuo, hung up the phone.
Yin Dailan was perplexed and slowly put down the phone.
Arriving at the hotel at the foot of the mountain.
Yin Dailan got out of the car and, in the hotel parking lot, saw her boyfriend’s yellow Lamborghini.
With a confused heart, she entered the hotel, went upstairs, entered the room, and saw her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, silently smoking.
“Zhongshuo, why did you suddenly co to Xiao Shan?
Why didn’t you tell in advance?”
Yin Dailan seed to forget the pain in her finger as she walked over with a tender smile, sitting close to him.
Had it been any other ti, her boyfriend would have surely wrapped his arm around her in an affectionate gesture, but this ti he sat unresponsive, continuing to smoke.
“Haven’t I told you to smoke less?”
She made a motion to take her boyfriend’s cigarette away, but he snatched it back instead.
Yin Dailan finally realized sothing was wrong and hesitated, “…What’s wrong?”
“Those things you told about before, are you sure you’ve told everything, without holding anything back?”
The controversial Huang Zhongshuo held the cigarette, speaking in a deep voice.
Although he couldn’t compete with the younger idols in age, his appearance was still resilient.
He turned to Yin Dailan’s profile, revealing a perfect jawline.
At his words, Yin Dailan inexplicably felt her heart flutter with panic, but as an actress, she managed to feign composure and nodded slightly, “Mhm, how could I possibly hide anything from you?
Why are you suddenly bringing this up?”
“I’m asking you one more ti, you really haven’t hidden anything from ?”
Huang Zhongshuo turned his head.
Yin Dailan’s acting was indeed subpar; she avoided looking at Huang Zhongshuo, and instead asked with a forced smile, “What… happened?”
Master Huang, who rewarded himself with a domineering CEO drama for every good work he starred in, didn’t respond.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette and then flicked the butt onto the ground, crushing it with his pointed-toe leather shoe.
After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he took out his phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons.
He remained silent throughout, just tossing the phone to his girlfriend.
Yin Dailan received it and slowly looked down.
Then,
Her face drained of color!
“No!
This is fake!”
Her complexion changing drastically, Yin Dailan quickly lifted her head and grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, pleading in a rush, “Zhongshuo, listen to , this must be soone framing !
I’ve never done such things!”
Huang Zhongshuo didn’t utter a word, just took his phone back from her hand, and pressed it again.
“Take another look.”
Yin Dailan took the phone again with stiff movents and awkwardly lowered her head.
“There’s more, do I need to find it all for you?”
Yin Dailan was pale, her voice losing the usual softness, now tinged with a sharp edge.
“It’s all fake!
Zhongshuo, you believe , these are all fake!
Soone must be purposely targeting !”
Huang Zhongshuo didn’t say anything, just lit another cigarette.
“Zhongshuo, I don’t care what others think of , but you have to believe .”
Yin Dailan tightly held her boyfriend’s arm, her tone turning soft and weak, igniting pity.
Excellence in acting leads to directing.
Excellence in learning leads to governnt service.
Many successful actors eventually beco part of the capital.
Huang Zhongshuo was one of them.
This man, who rose to the top of the entertainnt industry amidst controversy, smoked his cigarette without committing to an answer, his tone dispassionate as he spoke, “I’ve already made contact.
They said they could pull the news, but only if I provide evidence that these stories are fabricated.”
Average entertainnt tabloids and gossip platforms, a legal notice would be enough to intimidate them.
But this ti, the explosive revelations ca from multiple sources, none of which were insignificant.
Platforms like Shenzhou’s Wave and Starry Sky, so of the top ones in the country, were all involved.
Although he was revered as Sect Hierarch, he was not omnipotent.
“If you’re sure these things are all false, you can sue; I’ll help you.”
Having struggled in the entertainnt circle for decades, Huang Zhongshuo had weathered many storms and was of course sophisticated.
He looked at his girlfriend, hoping she would decisively nod in agreent, but was disappointed.
Yin Dailan, who vociferously claid she had been frad, mumbled with her red lips and, at this critical mont, fell silent.
Huang Zhongshuo averted his gaze.
As a veteran in the industry, he was well aware of its corruption, so he was exceedingly tolerant of his girlfriend’s history.
After all, he had a past himself.
Plastic surgery, hosting drinks…
she had told him all this, and he could forgive and forget, but these recent revelations encompassed much more.
Tracing back from her early days as a young model to her current success, the detailed tiline astonished even him.
Of course.
There was also fury.
He could overlook the past, but his tolerance had limits.
He had even seen recent photos of his girlfriend and an industry big shot cozying up together in a parking lot, apparently up to no good.
“You said these were all fake, didn’t you.”
Huang Zhongshuo said softly.
Compared to Yin Dailan, his acting was leagues better.
“So, so are fake…”
Yin Dailan, unsure of how to defend herself and realizing she couldn’t, stopped making excuses.
With a fluster, she got up and knelt at her boyfriend’s feet, clutching his legs and looking up with a face that commanded millions per film.
“Zhongshuo, I was wrong, I know I was wrong.”
She spoke tearfully, heartbreakingly, with actual tears sliding down her cheeks, no longer needing eye drops like during her tearful scenes in the past.
Huang Zhongshuo looked at her expressionlessly.
“Zhongshuo, things aren’t what you think, you know, how hard it’s been for to co this far…”
“Slap!”
The dull sound of a slap echoed.
Yin Dailan collapsed onto the floor, finally unable to hold back, trembling as she sobbed quietly.
The room fell silent.
Huang Zhongshuo, who had dealt the slap, continued to smoke.
After a long while,
He discarded the cigarette butt.
“Think about how you’ll solve this.”
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