Shen Wanwan brushed her hair back. “See that nanny van over there? During the lunch break, come straight to me inside.”
Su Junmo nodded obediently.
Shen Wanwan was satisfied and turned back to touch up her makeup.
Watching her retreating figure, Su Junmo let out a soft laugh.
Handled perfectly.
She really could not say anything nice.
No matter what he did, Shen Wanwan always compared him to that Song Yuan.
Song Yuan had already gone abroad for so long, yet Shen Wanwan still could not forget him.
That was good.
When the time came for them to part, she would not cling to him.
Even if she used that beloved figure to belittle him, it did not matter.
He did not care about love. He cared about money.
He priced his emotions and his value clearly.
Whoever wanted them could pay and take them.
Su Junmo pressed a hand lightly against his chest.
As long as he could survive, he was willing to sell whatever others wanted to buy from him.
That entire morning, Su Junmo stayed on set observing the actors.
He learned quite a lot.
For example, how to use one’s gaze.
If you wanted to show that you cared deeply about someone, you first fixed your eyes on theirs, then looked away. That created a shy feeling of love-induced avoidance.
If you truly hated someone, your pupils had to stay locked onto them, flickering from top to bottom, as if you wanted to scrape a layer of flesh off their body.
If you were annoyed by someone, it was simple. Just roll your eyes.
As for eye-rolling, Su Junmo saw it 800 times a day at school.
Out of those, 799 were done by Shen Yun alone.
Su Junmo crouched at the filming site with a notebook, taking notes seriously.
Shen Wanwan kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Seeing him like this made her feel satisfied.
Was he really that concerned about her?
He did not even want to blink.
Why did seeing him like this make her a little happy?
Shen Wanwan’s mind wandered for a second and she was immediately stopped by the director. “Cut, cut, cut! That look just now wasn’t right, Shen Wanwan. Pay attention. Let’s do it again.”
Director Li also noticed Su Junmo’s diligence. Thinking about the second male lead, Li Changcun, who had just come to complain, he could not help but shake his head.
The difference in quality was obvious.
A newcomer could observe so seriously and study acting.
Yet a seasoned actor was jealous and even ran to the director to speak ill of someone.
The contrast was clear.
Su Junmo’s legs were numb from squatting. Just as he was about to stand and stretch, he heard Song Qianqian’s voice behind him. “Director Li, I’m here.”
Song Qianqian held a document envelope. She wore a white shirt on top and light blue jeans below, paired with white canvas shoes.
Her black hair was braided and draped over her chest. Her delicate face was bare of makeup, and she wore large black-framed glasses.
An artistic aura surrounded her.
She looked completely different from her usual extreme self.
“Xiao Song, you’re here. The young actor you recommended is promising. He studies very seriously. I just don’t know how he performs on camera yet. You direct his first scene. I’ll sit back and watch, hahaha.”
The two were clearly very familiar. Director Li directly gave up his seat, letting Song Qianqian take over. The trust was obvious.
A faint smile flashed across Song Qianqian’s cold, restrained face. Her eyes locked onto Su Junmo until beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Only then did she look away.
“Fine. Junmo, get ready. The next scene is yours. Relax.”
That single word, relax, made Su Junmo even more tense.
In that video stored in Song Qianqian’s Leica camera, the first thing she had said while appearing in the frame was directed at a mannequin. “Relax.”
Hearing those words now, goosebumps rose across Su Junmo’s skin.
“Okay, okay.” Su Junmo did not dare raise his head. He repeatedly reviewed his lines.
The character he was about to play was a deeply tragic villain.
Su Yan was born in a poor mountain village. His mother ran away with another man when he was young.
His father gambled and drank constantly. He would go out gambling, lose money, buy alcohol, and after getting drunk, vent his frustration on his two children.
He beat and scolded them.
Su Yan, played by Su Junmo, was the older brother. To protect his younger sister Su Yue, he always rushed forward first to take the beating.
Later, one day after school, he was cornered and bullied in the restroom by classmates. When he returned home late, he discovered that his sister had been beaten blind by their father.
In a surge of rage, he felt his way to the kitchen knife at midnight and killed his father.
Under cover of darkness, he chopped up the body and buried it beneath a tree in the courtyard.
After cleaning up, he fled to the city with his sister.
In the city, lacking any skills, Su Yan could only rely on his physical strength and his good looks to survive by doing gigolo.
During his work, he met the female lead, who had come to the city for university. They met by accident. Su Yan fell in love with this client who had only visited once.
Later, he was beaten into disability by the female lead’s man. Eventually, his past crime of patricide was discovered. He was imprisoned and later beaten to death in jail.
Reading this ending, Su Junmo was speechless.
Look at this. This was the consequence of not doing your job properly and falling in love with a patron.
This was what happened when you mixed emotions into work.
Let history be your warning.
After finishing the script, Su Junmo could not help muttering, “Who wrote this script? It’s really a bit…”
Idiotic.
A gigolo boy would not fall in love with a pure and beautiful senior.
A gigolo boy only loved the wallet in the senior’s hand.
Always loyal. Always devoted.
“I wrote it. What do you think?”
Song Qianqian stood beside him, her black-and-white eyes fixed on him with clear inquiry.
She cared about his evaluation. This role suited him perfectly.
There was something indescribable about Su Junmo. It made people want to break him, reshape him, and then possess him.
“It’s truly brilliant.”
Su Junmo turned toward her with starry, admiring eyes. “This role has incredible tension. Senior, are you really letting me play it? It feels like such an important character. You treat me too well. I will definitely act well to repay you. I won’t disappoint you.”
His gaze was full of admiration, and his smile was utterly sincere.
A customer had to feel their money was well spent.
Even if things ended, they had to end properly.
Before that, he would provide excellent service.
Su Junmo knew that answering this way would give Song Qianqian a sense of nurturing joy, like watching a seedling grow.
Powerful people often enjoyed seeing someone they cultivated gradually improve.
Song Qianqian likely had the same psychology.
Every time he said such words, the corners of her eyes curved slightly.
For someone with such a stoic face, that was already a strong emotional reaction.
Song Qianqian nodded calmly, her face still expressionless. But anyone who knew her well would understand that she was in an excellent mood.