Chapter 123: My Man Doesn’t Give a Damn About Y’All
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The corner of Yue Tingfeng’s lips curled up. “Whoever said so? I’m really picky, but it so happens that you suit my taste.”
Yan Qingsi turned around. “You heard him. My man doesn’t give a damn about y’all.”
The rest of those actresses immediately looked uncomfortable.
Yue Tingfeng’s smile became even bigger.
Yan Qingsi’s heart was cold—the more resplendent her smile, the colder her heart was.
…
Her scenes were nearing the end as the final day of filming was being concluded.
Yan Qingsi’s role of Consort Zhao committed suicide on the order of the emperor, as he sent her some poison-laced wine. Consort Zhao’s expression displayed both her unwillingness to die and her unrelenting hatred. She smashed the wine glass on the ground, and in the final moments before her death, she cursed spitefully, “If I am reborn, I will murder the entire imperial family.”
The doors to the palace of exile closed shut. Consort Zhao turned around, and shortly after that, the palace burned down in flames. As the blaze lit up in the scarlet-colored horizon, Consort Zhao died.
Yan Qingsi’s role was done.
Owing to the heavy workload the entire crew had to bear, the director had a simple concluding feast for Yan Qingsi with the group.
Director Feng had nothing but praise of Yan Qingsi’s performance. He personally gave her a glass of beer and told her, “Keep working on your acting skills. I hope we get the opportunity to work together again in the future.”
She clinked glasses with the director and said, “Thank you, Director. I will keep working hard.”
Taking a sip of beer, the rest of the actors and crew members said their goodbyes to her. Yan Qingsi expressed her gratitude to every one of them.
Yan Qingsi was very generous with her smiles toward all those who did not wrong her.
With little time for the crew to rest, the small concluding feast was very short. A couple of beers and some snacks, and the rest of them had to continue with the filming.
Qin Jingzhi waited until the crowd that surrounded Yan Qingsi began to fizzle. Only after that did he go over.
Still dressed in his regal costume and his royal crown, his face was particularly bright and extraordinarily respectable. The way he stood suggested that he really was bolstered by the aura of a true dragon. He was more than worthy of the emperor’s role.
His hands were empty and he simply told Yan Qingsi, “Go home and rest well. If we have the chance next time, I hope we can continue working together.”
Those words were similar to the director’s; both were rather formal.
Yan Qingsi nodded. “Sure.”
The two of them seemed to have forgotten their past awkwardness with each other.
As he looked at Yan Qingsi’s beautiful face, he hesitated before saying, “You and Yue Tingfeng–. You know what, forget about it, I won’t ask too much. But…you and him, won’t work out.”
Yan Qingsi asked him on purpose, “What won’t work out?”
Qin Jingzhi smiled, making him look mysterious. “You understand.”
She folded her arms and said, “Whether we work out or not has nothing to do with you. You say that as if you and I will work out.”
“Oh, sure!”
“…”
Yan Qingsi was left unable to respond to him. Qin Jingzhi was simply just teasing her.
Someone called out to Qin Jingzhi from a distance, telling him that they were going to start filming.
He remained rooted to the ground, and from the baggy sleeves of his golden robe, he took out a name card and gave it to Yan Qingsi. “If something happens, you can call me.”
She took it from him by clipping it with two fingers.
The name card was plain, with only Qin Jingzhi’s name and a series of numbers.
Yan Qingsi pursed her lips in disdain. She intended to throw it away, but upon seeing a symbol at the bottom, she figured it was likely to be his personal number. Perhaps it may come in handy next time.
She cocked a brow. “Calls only?”
Qin Jingzhi smiled. His smile was like Yangzhou’s ten-kilometer-wide spring breeze. It flashed in front of her eyes like the sun’s gentle rays on a spring day. “You’re not that kind of person.”