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Chapter 532 Coincidence or destiny? I will stand with you through thick and thin.
After waiting in the lounge for more than half an hour, Pei Yuan knocked on the door and came in. "Sister, we need to get ready to continue filming."

"Did they change scenes, or did the person wake up?"

“She woke up. When I came over, I saw her just getting off the RV, but she didn’t look well. She needed her assistant to help her walk. I also heard her assistant advising her to rest a little longer, but she insisted on continuing to film.”

Jiang Hanying nodded: "Quite dedicated."

When they arrived at the film set, even from a distance, Jiang Hanying could tell that the person was clearly holding his breath, perhaps having taken some kind of drug that could restore his strength in a short time.

The director noticed something amiss from the footage and came over from the director's office next door to offer some advice, such as urging the person to prioritize their health and not push themselves too hard. However, seeing that the person still insisted on filming, the director stopped talking.

With that momentum, the scenes that had been forced to stop filming halfway through were eventually filmed successfully.

However, just as the director yelled "Cut!", Yuan Chaoyu, who had been passionately acting, suddenly closed his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, her assistant was prepared this time and rushed over to support her.

Jiang Hanying stood there watching her being helped away again. Her gaze moved down and finally landed on the person's hand hanging by her side, where she paused.

When acting, the makeup on her face makes it hard to tell, but her hand, which is usually pampered and flawlessly maintained, is now pale and bluish-white, with dense, purplish-blue capillaries on the back of her hand, and her nails are completely bloodless.

Could it be that she was frozen unconscious?
The air conditioner inside the RV is already set to the highest heating setting.

As soon as the assistant helped Yuan Chaoyu in, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. It was only a few steps from the car door to the bed, but his nose was already slightly sweaty.

But the person she was supporting, after feeling the warmth, relaxed his brows and eyes, showing signs of waking up.

But the first word he uttered after lying down was: "Cold!"

The assistants who got into the car were speechless.

There's really no way to solve this!
The temperature inside the RV is already at its limit. Are you suggesting we put people in water and cook them over a fire?

"What other options do you have?"

"I saw a lot of people on set using hot water bottles to warm their hands."

"Go and buy some quickly."

The hot water bottles at the nearby convenience store were immediately bought up.

After buying the hot water bottles and filling them with hot water, they placed them under the feet, beside the hands, and to the sides. Seeing that the person curled up in the quilt had relaxed a bit more, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With limited resources, and the only person who could make that decision still insisted on staying to film, they couldn't persuade him otherwise. There really wasn't any other way!
"Still unable to reach General Manager Li and Mr. Yuan?"

"We can't get in touch with them at all. Every time we call, they say they're out of service. Occasionally we can get through, but no one answers."

"Deadly!"

Besides these two, she really couldn't think of anyone else who could persuade the young lady!

*
Li Zhi, whom they couldn't contact no matter what, had already walked numbly up the mountain.

Normally, people don't care about their image anymore. Right now, everyone's first priority is to save their own lives, and they don't care about their companions' appearance at all.

She silently made a number in her mind.

On this trip up the mountain, she received instructions and requests from her superior, and selected a total of twenty-seven people.

Since they braved the snow to go up the mountain yesterday evening, nine people have been lost in the process: some went to scout, some took the wrong step, and some fell behind and disappeared without anyone noticing.

They continued their journey through the thick fog during the day, and now, as night approached, nine more scouts had disappeared.

She now had a vague premonition that the fate of the remaining nine team members was probably also grim.

But why is it always nine?

Why did the Lord give her a precise quota of twenty-seven people before departure? Why not twenty or thirty? Even twenty-five would have been fine!

Could it be that these people died not because of accidents or their own negligence, but because they were destined to be sacrificed?
Does that mean their journey will end when the last nine people also die due to various unexpected accidents?

She tried to stop thinking about these things, but she just couldn't control herself. It was time to stop, rest, and recharge again.

As Li Zhi was quietly enjoying the snow melting into water in her mouth, she heard Duanmu Sen's already hoarse voice coming from ahead.

"How much longer until we get there? I can't hold on much longer!"

The man, who was already over fifty, was speaking with a hint of tears in his voice.

He thought the Lord would be too lazy to answer him, but to his surprise, he heard the Lord's voice the next second: "One-third left."

Ignoring the desperate wails of Duanmu Sen that she heard, Li Zhi felt a sudden tightness in her heart.

There was one-third of the journey left, and coincidentally, only one-third of the team members they had brought were also left.

Is this really a coincidence?
Or was it destined all along?

*
Perhaps the air conditioner heating the water bag really worked, because the next scene was filmed smoothly thanks to Yuan Chaoyu's insistence.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the director walked right over.

It looked okay through the lens before, thanks to the fill light.

Seeing Yuan Chaoyu's state face to face made him furrow his brows.

This was exceptionally bad; it felt as if his life force had been completely drained away.

"I won't be scheduling any more scenes for you. Go back and get some rest, and we'll talk about it again when you're feeling better."

Yuan Chaoyu never expected that his simple cold, which he used to never need to take medicine for, would become so serious this time.

After listening to the director's words, he pursed his lips and nodded.

Although it would disrupt her pre-arranged work plans, she was not satisfied with her performance on set.

Jiang Hanying raised her hand from the side.

The director turned to look at her again, "What do you want now?"

"I'm also taking leave."

"You look great!" Meeting Jiang Hanying's glare, the director paused, his tone softening, "How many days off?"

"Just like Yuan Chaoyu, I'll go back to the crew whenever she goes back."

Yuan Chaoyu, who was about to turn and leave with the help of his assistant, stopped in his tracks upon hearing this and looked up at Jiang Hanying.

Jiang Hanying noticed her gaze and blinked when they met.

It's as if they're saying: I'll stand with you through thick and thin.

Yuan Chaoyu: "..."

She's probably obsessed!

"Let's go!"

I couldn't care less why this person had to ask for leave.

The director watched the two exchange glances, his eye twitching slightly. After Yuan Chaoyu was helped away by his assistant, he lowered his voice and asked, "Your leave request, could it be related to Yuan Chaoyu?"

"Director, you're asking too many questions. Just tell me whether it's approved or not?"

"Approved! Approved!"

Watching Jiang Hanying walk away smugly with her hands behind her back, the director then asked the assistant director standing to the side, "Do I ask a lot of questions?"

Executive Director: “…”

How is he supposed to respond?
Waiting online, very anxious!