The director saw her: “Ah Chan, you’re here. Let’s do a run-through first.”
“Okay.”
Ying Chan had already looked over the script while getting her makeup done. It was just a short scene—nothing for a professional actress like her.
She sat naturally in front of the vanity, pretending to remove her makeup, when the male NPC staggered in, pretending to be drunk.
The moment he came over, his hand draped over her shoulder and his head leaned toward her neck.
Jin Si had found himself an unnoticed corner, his gaze locked on Ying Chan like a surveillance camera, so he saw this clearly. His eyes narrowed.
This? This was what she called the “emotional scene” that was essential for actors?
“Ling’er, Ling’er, you’re my money tree! Did you see that just now? Those rich merchants and warlords in the audience were completely enchanted by you—flower baskets coming in like they were free.”
The male NPC’s acting was greasy as hell. “I’m enchanted by you too.”
With that, he moved to kiss Ying Chan’s face.
Ying Chan turned nimbly, dodging him and stepping aside, saying with a smile: “That’s because Boss is willing to promote Ling’er. Without you, Boss, Ah Ling wouldn’t know where she’d be right now.”
The male NPC chuckled greasily: “Good that you know. Ling’er, I really do like you. If you were with me, you wouldn’t have to sing so hard anymore.”
Ying Chan grabbed her handbag in a fluster and headed out: “Boss, I still have someone to meet, I’ll be going now…”
The male NPC suddenly pounced, pressing Ying Chan directly onto the vanity table.
Ying Chan struggled desperately, grabbing a prop pair of scissors in the chaos, ready to stab the male NPC in the chest to complete the crime scene reenactment.
But the male NPC, for some reason, suddenly broke character and laughed.
“…Sorry, sorry, sorry Director, sorry Sister Ah Chan, I couldn’t hold it in. Can we do another take?”
Ying Chan looked at him, a sharp glint flashing through her eyes.
Then she gave a magnanimous, no-problem smile: “Then let’s do another take. Director, I’m going to the restroom.”
The director gave an OK sign.
Ying Chan walked out of the filming set, and Jin Si chewed his gum as he came up beside her, his face full of displeasure: “People with acting skills like that can make money in your circle?”
All that hugging and touching, groping and pressing for ages—and then he breaks character?? And they have to do another take?
What the hell.
Ying Chan was unusually expressionless, saying only: “Follow me.”
Jin Si didn’t understand but followed her a long way, then hid behind a deserted building.
Before long, that male NPC swaggered over and went straight into the men’s restroom nearby, starting to relieve himself.
Jin Si frowned: “What are we doing?”
But Ying Chan raised her hand back, pressing a finger to his lips.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, carrying an unknown fragrance. Jin Si paused for a moment.
Then he heard the male NPC inside the restroom sending voice messages to his friend.
“Bro, holy shit, you can’t imagine who I just touched! I touched Ying Chan!”
“Yeah! That Ying Chan! Holy shit! Her waist is so thin, and she smells amazing!”
“The scene is me playing her boss who harasses her. The script only says to pretend to press her onto the vanity and assault her so she can grab scissors and ‘stab’ me to death, but I deliberately rubbed against her chest! Damn! That moment was fucking amazing!”
Jin Si’s expression instantly turned cold. A blaze of fire exploded in his chest, and he was about to charge in immediately!
But Ying Chan stopped him.
The male NPC was still talking: “We’re shooting another take in a bit, and I’m going to rub against her again… What’s there to be afraid of? Physical contact during scenes is completely normal. If she makes a fuss about it, I’ll post black threads about her online. She has so many rivals—someone will definitely side with me and call her out for making things hard on working people.”
Whoosh—the sound of the toilet flushing.
The male NPC walked out as he talked: “Heh heh, let me tell you, don’t let her slim figure fool you, her chest is really—”
But the moment he stepped out of the restroom, a foot in high heels shot out and kicked him square in the abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground!
His phone slammed onto the floor, screen shattered.
The male NPC looked up in shock—
Ying Chan lowered her leg and gave him a slight smile: “Go ahead and describe to your friend too—what it feels like to be kicked flying by Ying Chan.”
The male NPC never imagined she’d heard everything he said!
Just like a pervert who secretly films under women’s skirts on the subway—bold as hell when doing it, but the moment they’re caught, they turn into cowards one after another. In short, they’re rats in the gutter, afraid of the light!
The male NPC scrambled to his feet, forcing a fawning smile: “Ah—Sister Ah Chan, I was just talking nonsense, just running my mouth, I didn’t actually—”
Before he could finish, a dark shadow shot out from behind Ying Chan. Jin Si had long since run out of patience—he grabbed the man’s neck and slammed him hard against the wall!
The male NPC choked! His eyes bulged in terror: “Who—who are you? What—what are you doing?”
Even with only his eyes exposed, Jin Si’s sinister aura was enough to make one’s heart race with fear. He didn’t waste words with him—he grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall!
Bang!
Blood streamed down the male NPC’s forehead, and he immediately opened his mouth to scream for help—
Jin Si didn’t give him the chance. He tore off his jacket, stuffed it into his mouth, and then kicked him into the restroom.
Amid the sound of flesh-pounding blows came his fierce interrogation:
“Using your job as an excuse to sexually harass women, is that it?”
“Smugly sharing it with your friends, is that it?”
“Not a shred of remorse, is that it?”
“Will you dare do it again?!”
Ying Chan stood outside, listening to the commotion inside. For a brief moment, she felt a strange sense of daze—though she herself didn’t know why. It was as if, in those few seconds, a gentle breeze had swept across a river’s surface, stirring ripples.
She had witnessed Jin Si’s skills before. He truly hit hard.
She called out: “Jin Si, show some restraint.”
Her single sentence was like slipping a collar onto a wolfhound—the violent man instantly calmed down.
The male NPC’s face was covered in blood. Jin Si grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up: “From now on, don’t let me see you again. Otherwise, I’ll take your life.”
His tone wasn’t heavy, but the murderous aura radiating from him was something no actor, no matter how skilled, could replicate—that was something only those who had truly seen blood possessed.
Even without knowing Jin Si’s identity, the male NPC dared not refuse to nod under the threat of death.
Jin Si tossed him aside like garbage.
Ying Chan spoke from outside the restroom: “You’re half in this industry, so you know who’s behind me. If the person behind me finds out what you did today, you know what will happen.”
“So, you slipped and fell in the restroom—accidentally—and couldn’t continue the shoot. Understood?”
The male NPC was barely breathing, gasping out again and again: “Understood… understood…”
Jin Si turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
He even took a moment to glance coldly at the male NPC, shook his hands dry, and walked out of the restroom. Ying Chan tilted her head toward him, and the two walked back to the set together.
Only after they had walked several meters away did Jin Si pull down his mask. His expression was still grim, and he skipped his usual banter, asking only: “How did you know he did it on purpose?”
How could she not know?
Almost every woman carries an innate sensitivity to sexual harassment etched into her bones—that visceral discomfort and disgust is a physiological self-defense mechanism.
The moment that male NPC pressed his body against hers, Ying Chan knew—he had definitely, absolutely done it on purpose.