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They began filming.
The scene was set in a bar where Xia Siyu had arranged to et the female lead to settle accounts. Later, the male lead discovered that the female lead was keeping the appointnt and followed her there.
Shang Feifei entered the shot first; her appearance was delicate and pretty, dressed in a plain long dress. The few steps she walked clearly involved a bit of design – nervous, expectant, and determined.
The journalists had a favorable impression of her and, thinking about how she would be bullied by the vicious supporting actress later, felt a degree of empathy.
The female lead arrived first, pushing open the door of the bar where Xia Siyu was at the counter.
A light shone down from above Xia Siyu’s head.
With her back to the door, she leaned lazily, clad in a figure-hugging red dress paired with red high heels. Her wavy, curled hair cascaded casually over her shoulders. Her nails were also painted red; one hand propped up her head, the other held a wine glass.
Without a single word or even showing her face, her re presence crisply outlined the character’s personality.
But when she turned around, that mont of cold, disdainful, and angry eyes instantly pulled people into the scene.
Shang Feifei, with years of experience and an award for best actress from a film academy, was considered to possess significant acting talent. Xia Siyu was different; she didn’t finish college and never studied formally at a film school, sticking to playing simple, sweet, and naive characters in films for many years.
Yet she had an air about her, a grace; she stood there with such an imposing deanor as if it wasn’t a portrayal but rather sothing naturally destined to be.
Although ten out of ten journalists who ca to report weren’t fond of Xia
Siyu, they were still captivated by this scene.
The shooting continued.
Xia Siyu, full of arrogance, turned around in her high heels, leading to a dispute between the two won, followed by a physical altercation.
In the end, Xia Siyu swung her hand forcefully, “smack,” delivering a resounding slap across Shang Feifei’s face, causing her to stumble back several steps. The impact made Feifei’s head ring with a “buzz,” dazing her. Her cheek visibly swelled, with the imprint of five fingers slowly surfacing. No acting was needed as tears “whooshed” down.
The instant she got hit, she began to regret: Why the hell did I change the script? Asking for a beating?
But filming was still ongoing, Bo Yan quickly moved into position, first helping Shang Feifei up, then stepping in front of her, shielding her with his body, “Why do you have to do this?”
Xia Siyu, having just hit soone, maintained a calm deanor as she wiped her palms, as if the act of hitting soone had dirtied her hands.
“We’ve already broken up, if you have any grievances, feel free to co at .
I’m the one who wronged you; it has nothing to do with others.”
Bo Yan’s words she could ignore, but when she saw the two of them holding hands, she beca furious, “Let go of !”
Of course, Bo Yan did not heed her, so the second round of conflict ensued. Xia Siyu, following the movie’s script, engaged in a clash with them, then forcefully slapped him.
Bo Yan’s face turned with the slap and his fringe flew to one side. Even when getting hit, his jet-black hair and jade-like face maintained a perfect profile.
The filming paused for a mont, leaving a space for what was to co next Bo Yan with a shaking voice spoke softly. Turning his head, his eyes deep and faint, “What exactly do I have to do for you to let go? When will you finally grow up?”
This line was not in the original script; Wang Ju quickly flipped through the script upon hearing it.
“When will you finally grow up?”
Xia Siyu’s tears fell in that very mont..
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