I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 215 First Arrival on Set
"You mean that fall from the horse might not have been an accident?"

Xu Ying lowered her voice unconsciously, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The butterfly pastries that Jiang Mo brought had a sweet and cloying aroma, but she had no appetite for them at all.

Jiang Mo's gaze drifted towards the vast desert outside the window.

"The props girl said that Zhang Chenyi went to the horse farm that morning and kept looking around. She had lost a bracelet at the horse farm the night before and went to look for it before the crew started filming early in the morning."

"But a few days later, she had to leave the production midway through due to other matters."

Jiang Mo gave a wry smile, "The crew is in a hurry to catch up on the schedule, and no one wants to waste time because of an 'accident'."

“Zhang Chenyi’s uncle also invested in that political drama.”

He lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and looked somewhat forlorn: "Perhaps it's just my conspiracy theory, a series of coincidences coming together."

"Is Zhang Chenyi playing the second male lead again in 'The Desert Swordsman'?"

Xu Ying narrowed her eyes, and the image of the actor known as the "ancient costume male god" appeared in her mind—always with a gentle and refined smile, the "most affectionate second male lead in the entertainment industry" in the eyes of fans, he was practically a professional second male lead.

Previously, there were articles online saying that Zhang Chenyi was a young master from the Beijing entertainment circle with family assets of over 100 million yuan, and that acting was just a hobby.

As for Jiang Mo, Xu Ying didn't follow celebrities and didn't know the background of the project. She only found out after searching that Jiang Mo debuted as an actor to pay off debts and that his parents were bankrupt businessmen.

Jiang Mo nodded: "The production team thinks that the 'arch-enemy' setting between the two of us is interesting."

"He plays the adopted son of the main villain, while I play a wandering swordsman in the desert with amnesia."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Before filming started, I made a special inquiry. The horses used this time are all purebreds transported from the Northwest, and they are very spirited."

"So you want me to..." Xu Ying drawled.

“Keep an eye on those horses for me.” Jiang Mo looked directly into her eyes, a pleading glint in his dark pupils. “Just make sure they don’t suddenly go berserk. If anything unusual happens, you can spot it beforehand.”

"If Zhang Chenyi had been near those horses, you could have found out too."

Xu Ying frowned: "Disguising myself as an assistant is easy, but there are too many people and too many eyes on set. What if I get discovered?"

“I’ll take care of all the formalities,” Jiang Mo said immediately. “You just need to stay by my side every day and stand on the sidelines when we’re filming horse riding scenes. I can have the director give you the role of a personal assistant, and no one will notice.”

As dawn broke, the night owl, the little sand cat, finally tired from playing, prepared to catch up on sleep. It crawled out of the small door of the rescue station, stretched, shook its fur, and then made its clear goal—heading straight for Xu Ying's lap.

A light leap, a precise landing!
It circled around Xu Ying's lap twice, found the most comfortable position, and then suddenly lay down with a "plop," its four legs in the air, revealing its soft belly, its eyes half-closed, looking like a rascal saying, "Hurry up and touch me, or I'll fall asleep."

Xu Ying stroked its belly, and after a moment, she looked up and smiled: "Donate half of your salary to an animal rescue center?"

Jiang Mo visibly relaxed, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I've already drafted the contract."

He presented the part-time contract to Xu Ying.

"make a deal!"

After carefully reviewing the contract, Xu Ying placed the little sand cat's paw on it.

Three days later, Xu Ying appeared at the horse farm where "The Desert Swordsman" was being filmed, as "Jiang Mo's newly recruited personal assistant".

This is a large private horse farm in Isha City, which was rented by the program crew.

The racecourse is vast, with fresh hoof prints on the sandy track, and undulating dunes that meet the horizon in the distance.

Twelve white-fenced stables stood in neat rows. Under a temporary sunshade erected at the edge of the arena, the props team was checking the leather saddles, while three Akhal-Teke horses paced restlessly in the paddock, their manes billowing golden waves in the dry wind.

The door to the feed warehouse in the northwest corner was ajar, and a faint, pungent smell of herbs wafted out.

Xu Ying wore a sun-protective face mask, looking like a Middle Eastern bandit, with only her eyes showing, and she also wore a pair of black-rimmed non-prescription glasses.

She was wearing a loose-fitting fleece-lined sweatshirt and jeans, looking like an ordinary office worker.

"That's 'Chasing Clouds.' My mount."

Jiang Mo spoke in a low voice, pointing to a tall, warhorse in the center of the riding arena, its coat jet black and its hooves snow-white. The horse was impatiently shaking its head, and the trainer was pulling on the reins, trying to calm it down.

[Don't mess with me! Get out!]
Xu Ying squinted.

Even from more than twenty meters away, she could sense the horse's agitated mood. "It's angry."

Jiang Mo looked at her in surprise: "You could tell?"

"More or less," Xu Ying replied vaguely, already heading towards the horse farm. The horse trainer frowned warily as he saw her approaching.

She said in the local dialect, "I am Mr. Jiang Mo's new personal assistant, and I am a local."

Xu Ying gave an innocent smile. "Mr. Jiang Mo asked me to check on the horses for tomorrow's filming."

The horse trainer was skeptical, but seeing Jiang Mo following behind, he loosened the reins. "Be careful, this guy has a temper."

Xu Ying slowly approached "Chasing Clouds," her palms outstretched upwards.

The horse snorted and took a half step back, but did not show any aggression.

Don't touch me!
"Zhuiyun, why are you so upset? What's bothering you?"

Xu Ying whispered in its ear, her fingers gently stroking the horse's neck.

[My throat is on fire...]
"Has it been eating normally lately?" Xu Ying suddenly turned around and asked the horse trainer.

"Huh?" The horse trainer was taken aback. "Everything seems normal. He eats well, sleeps well, poops a lot, and his bowel movements are normal."

Just as Xu Ying was about to ask further, a gentle male voice came from behind her: "Teacher Jiang, is this your new assistant?"

Jiang Mo's body visibly stiffened for a moment. Xu Ying turned around and saw Zhang Chenyi walking towards her in a moon-white ancient costume, a smile on his face. Up close, his features were even more delicate than on screen, and his skin was fair.

Notably, he was wearing a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.

Xu Ying's lips twitched slightly; she was trying to cosplay the Buddhist monk from the Beijing circle.

"Teacher Zhang." Jiang Mo nodded in greeting, his voice so calm that there was no trace of anything amiss.

Zhang Chenyi's gaze lingered briefly on Xu Ying, a hint of polite curiosity in his eyes: "And who is this?"

Jiang Mo naturally stepped to the side, blocking Xu Ying's path: "My new assistant, Xu Mumu."

Xu Ying hunched her shoulders and lowered her head, saying softly, "Hello, Teacher Zhang."

"Hmm." Zhang Chenyi nodded slightly, a standard professional smile on his face, but his gaze had already shifted away, clearly showing no interest in this "assistant".

Xu Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then tensed up again—although Zhang Chenyi didn't recognize her, there were many people on set, and it was possible that someone might discover her true identity one day.

Zhang Chenyi patted Jiang Mo's shoulder heavily: "I remember it was the year before last, when you were filming a horse riding scene, you were seriously injured. You'd better be careful this time."