“Eunuch Pang , please have mercy on this servant.”
As Jiang Xingxing spoke, she crawled toward Shang Jie, who was sitting on the bed.
“Eunuch Pang , I beg you… Please don’t kill this servant. I’ll do whatever you want.” Jiang Xingxing leaned against Shang Jie’s chest, her collar slipping open to reveal a bare shoulder, her face stained with tears, looking pitiful and delicate.
Shang Jie’s gaze deepened as he stared at her, captivated, until Jiang Xingxing interrupted him: “Um, Mr. Shang, you’re supposed to say your line.”
“Oh.” Shang Jie snapped out of it, glancing at the script in his hand and reading: “What a sweet little thing you are. Stay with me, and I guarantee you’ll live in endless glory and wealth.”
After finishing the line, he shuddered. “Ugh, what disgusting dialogue.”
Jiang Xingxing closed her eyes and leaned against Shang Jie’s chest, her voice trembling. “This servant will… will obey you.”
Shang Jie looked down, seeing her long lashes quivering. The fear and helplessness in her expression were portrayed so vividly that it seemed like every inch of her skin was acting, completely immersed in the character.
Instinctively, Shang Jie wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
The moment he touched her, her sensitive body trembled in response.
Shang Jie glanced at the script again and cleared his throat. “Since you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. There’s no joy in forcing things. I have no interest in taking someone by force… Damn, what kind of sleazy third-rate film is this?”
Jiang Xingxing wasn’t thrown off by Shang Jie’s complaints. She remained absorbed in her character, continuing in a soft voice, “Eunuch Pang, this servant… this servant has never done this before. I have no experience, but I am willing.”
With that, Jiang Xingxing began to unbutton her collar, one button at a time, until her shirt slipped down to reveal her chest and stomach.
She was still wearing a small, tight camisole underneath, wrapping her curves firmly.
Jiang Xingxing’s professionalism as an actress shone through, even as Shang Jie lifted her onto his lap, she maintained her composure, fully focused on the scene.
“Eunuch Pang, what would you have this servant do?”
“Keep undressing.”
Of course, that was the line in the script, but it also conveniently matched Shang Jie’s true feelings. So Jiang Xingxing pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. In the script, she should have been wearing an inner garment, but in reality, she was in a strapless camisole.
Alright, now she had to go all out to seduce the eunuch.
Jiang Xingxing leaned down and gently kissed Shang Jie’s Adam’s apple, slowly moving upward along his well-defined neck, until she reached the sharp contours of his handsome face.
Suddenly, Shang Jie grabbed her chin, flipped her over, and pressed her beneath him, holding her hand tightly in his large palm.
The script was thrown aside as his breathing grew heavy. His dark, deep eyes flickered with an animalistic intensity.
He was no eunuch.
Jiang Xingxing, still immersed in her role, softly called out, “Eunuch Pang.”
Shang Jie reached out, gripping her slender, pale neck. He bent down to kiss her, but she quickly turned her head away. That was when she realized something was off about his body.
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“Mr. Shang?”
It was like he suddenly snapped out of a dream. He released her, his face stern, and silently went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.
Jiang Xingxing was dazed for a moment before returning to the script, focusing on her lines and movements without overthinking the situation.
When it came to acting, Jiang Xingxing was always serious, completely absorbed in her work.
Shang Jie returned after a cold shower, his expression even more icy and gloomy. He climbed into bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and turned his back to her, sulking for reasons unknown.
Jiang Xingxing continued practicing on her own for a while, yawning as the night grew late.
It was only then that she noticed Shang Jie had remained silent the entire time since earlier.
What’s going on?
She nudged him with her elbow. “Mr. Shang, what’s wrong?”
Shang Jie opened his eyes but still ignored her, acting like a sulky child.
Jiang Xingxing thought for a moment and assumed he was angry because she hadn’t thanked him. So she quickly said, “Thank you for rehearsing with me. You acted really well, honestly.”
Her words were sincere.
Shang Jie still didn’t respond and closed his eyes. “I’m going to sleep.”
Jiang Xingxing was baffled. “Mr. Shang, could you please move the sofa inside and sleep on it?”
Shang Jie: …
He played dead.
Jiang Xingxing pushed him again, but he stayed completely still, wrapped up in the blanket like a mummy.
“Mr. Shang, you can’t do this.”
Wasn’t this just being unreasonable? Did he expect her to leave the bed?
She pushed his back again, her tone firm. “Shang Jie, get down!”
She wasn’t a pushover! Just because she didn’t show her temper, did he think she was easy to bully? If a tiger doesn’t show off his power, will she turn into a little rabbit!
Unexpectedly, Shang Jie suddenly sat up, his expression cold and stern, resembling the Shang Jie she’d seen on TV before.
Jiang Xingxing instantly deflated, her voice softening. “Well, um, you did say this is my house, so I set the rules. I sleep in the bed, and you sleep on the sofa. That’s the… the rule.”
Shang Jie said, “You’re not allowed to take that acting job anymore.”
Shang Jie picked up the script and glanced at it. “You’re acting in this kind of third-rate film. In the future, it will be a stain on your life. Think about it—when you become an award-winning actress one day, people will dig up these films and scrutinize your body, talking about you as the ‘queen of sleazy films.’ Would you like that?”
Of course she wouldn’t like that, but she had to survive. If she didn’t take these roles now, what would she do? Starve?
“Mr. Shang, it seems like…” She tried to keep her tone as gentle as possible. “It seems like you’re overstepping a bit.”
“You’re not going to work tomorrow,” he said, then moved a chair to the door. “I’ll guard the door. Don’t even think about leaving.”
Now Jiang Xingxing was truly furious. “What happens to me in the future is none of your business! I have to take care of myself now, and I’m also feeding you—a grown man who eats a lot! So of course, I have to work hard. And okay, the fact that you eat a lot isn’t the point. The point is, I love acting. Whether it’s a sleazy film or a dream lead role, as long as I can act, I’m willing!”
Shang Jie’s face darkened, and the veins at his temples throbbed. Just thinking about her doing what she had just done with him to another man made him feel like his heart was about to explode!
“Do you realize how cheap that was?” He looked at her and said each word slowly, “Acting seductive, stripping, and flirting? Those kinds of films are sold to trashy websites for countless men to watch. Do you still think you’re dignified?”
The word “cheap” hit Jiang Xingxing like a stab to the heart. She pulled the blanket tightly around herself, hugging her knees as she sat at the head of the bed, glaring at Shang Jie by the door.
“I’m acting. There’s no such thing as high or low in acting, only the difference between good and bad. I may not be dignified, but I earn my living with my skills, doing something I love. I am not cheap…”
There was a long silence. Then with a “click,” Shang Jie reached out and turned off the light.
In the darkness, Jiang Xingxing lay alone on the bed, her body trembling slightly. She knew it wasn’t a good film, but what else could she do? Acting was her dream.
A few minutes later, she felt the bed sink slightly, as if someone had sat down beside her.
Jiang Xingxing shifted her body, moving away from him.
A pair of warm, strong hands rested on her shoulders. She flinched but didn’t pull away.
Then she heard his voice: “Shang Jie has never bowed his head to a woman in his life…”
He took a deep breath, as if struggling internally. His voice became even lower, blending into the night—
“I hurt you with my words. I’m sorry.”
Jiang Xingxing was soft-hearted. She wasn’t really mad at him, knowing that he was only concerned for her and thinking about her future.
She was sulking, angry at herself and the helpless reality she faced.
She lay down, turning her back to him. “I’m still mad right now. I don’t feel like talking to you for the moment, but maybe I’ll be fine tomorrow. Just go to sleep. Goodnight.”
She still said goodnight to him, such a sweet, kind-hearted girl.
Shang Jie gently stroked her soft hair and continued, “I want to discuss something with you.”
“Go ahead,” she replied, her voice muffled, and she even sniffled a little.
“I feel for you. Be my woman, and I’ll give you everything.”
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