Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 25 What are we taking you there for? Revenge.

"Isn't that great?" Ma Sichun's voice came through the receiver, accompanied by the unique noisy echo of the film set.

Ou Hao stared at the red marks on his neck from the cheap costume, and suddenly let out a dry laugh: "It's pretty good...it's turned me from a cameo into the male lead!"

He forcefully loosened the gold-embroidered collar of his coat, his knuckles turning white.

An eerie silence fell over the other end of the phone, broken only by the crackling of static.

Ou Hao kicked away the foam rockery fragments that were being used as props at his feet, and his voice suddenly rose: "I'm wearing a costume that cost 90 yuan with free shipping on Taobao! Every day I'm blown around by the wind machine so much that I can't even stand up, and my hair is full of plastic scraps!"

"And, do you know what? Chun Chun!" He suddenly squatted down, grabbing a tuft of messy wig, his voice trembling with tears, "That Jiang Ye isn't even human!"

The sound of the crew's loudspeaker urging the film crew to finish filming came from afar, but he became more and more excited as he spoke, "He said he was afraid that I would return to 'The Left Ear' too late and affect the schedule, so for three days in a row, he made me shoot for twenty hours every day! My eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion, and now I see double when I look at the script! Yesterday we shot until four in the morning, and he actually said, 'You're in good shape, let's do ten more takes!'"

"He was born!"

Ma Sichun burst out laughing, barely managing to stop herself: "Didn't you say just a few days ago that he was your best brother?"

"He's a jerk who messes with his brothers!" Ou Hao suddenly stood up. "The day before yesterday, when we were filming a rain scene, he pointed a fire hydrant at me, saying that would create the right atmosphere! Now my throat is sore, and I sound like a duck!"

He wiped his face, his fingertips rubbing off a patch of cheap foundation.

"Then what should we do? Should we just not film it again?" Ma Sichun asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

Ou Hao stared at the stagehand adjusting the blower in the distance, then suddenly deflated, slumping down onto the prop crate: "I'll try to hold on a little longer..."

"Jiang Ye said that they've already filmed half of it, and if I leave, I'll have to pay him back for the film..."

Uncontrollable bursts of laughter came from the other end of the phone. Ma Sichun, laughing and panting, said, "You two brothers... this isn't filming a movie, it's like you're undergoing a tribulation!"

Hearing her laughter, Ou Hao glanced at his own costume, which was wrinkled like pickled vegetables, and suddenly laughed along with her, his laughter tinged with a sob that seemed to want to cry.

Isn't this bullying?
……

"Sister Meng, your mom's here to visit the set!"

Meng Ziyi had just finished filming a scene where she spun around inside a wind machine; her wig was askew to one side, and there was still fake snow stuck to the hem of her tulle skirt.

She turned her head and saw a slightly plump middle-aged woman standing at the entrance of the film crew.

Carrying a thermos, wearing a Chanel jacket and a pearl necklace, she stood out among the group of staff.

"Sister Qian! What are you doing here?" She rushed over in her slippers.

"You must be exhausted after coming all the way from the Northeast."

Meng's mother shoved the thermos into her daughter's arms and pinched her sunburned cheek: "You still know how to care for your mother? Look at those photos you posted on your WeChat Moments, hanging from ropes in the water and rolling on the ground, you must be exhausted."

Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she pulled the arm sleeve from her daughter's wrist. "Your arms are peeling from the sun. This isn't filming; it's torture!"

Meng Ziyi chuckled, her neck hunched, and lifted the lid of the thermos, a wave of steam instantly hitting her face: "Wow! This chicken soup smells amazing! So you went straight to the kitchen after you got off the plane?"

"Absolutely!" Meng's mother took out a towel to wipe her sweat. "We arrived at five in the morning. We bought a freshly killed old hen from the market and simmered it for three hours. We were just worried you wouldn't eat well on set!"

She suddenly noticed the hole in her daughter's skirt. "Why is this skirt torn? Why aren't you wearing the mink coat Mom brought you?"

"Oh my god! This is a costume!" Meng Ziyi clung to her mother's arm and shook it. "Don't worry about it, I'm perfectly fine here!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved towards the distance, "Ah Ye! Come and try my mom's Northeastern chicken soup!" Jiang Ye, carrying his script, jogged over and smiled as he reached out from afar, "Hello, Auntie! I've heard so much about you, Sister Meng always talks about how good your cooking is!"

Aunt Meng laughed and said, "You're just trying to sweet-talk people! This girl hasn't caused you any trouble on set, has she?"

"How could that be!" Jiang Ye gave a thumbs up. "Sister Meng is so dedicated to her acting. Yesterday, she drank eight glasses of mineral water while filming a drunken scene, and she didn't call for a stop. The whole crew calls her the 'Most Beautiful Meng Who Can Drink a Thousand Cups'!"

Meng Ziyi stood to the side, grinning foolishly. Her hair still had bits of fake snow clinging to it, glistening in the sunlight.

Jiang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked Meng Ma up and down: "Auntie, your temperament is amazing! You look like you stepped out of a Republic of China era pictorial! Our crew is just short of a noblewoman role, would you like to fill in for a couple of days? It's absolutely a natural performance!"

? ? ? ? ?

Meng Ziyi was speechless. She had recently become quite familiar with Jiang Ye and knew his personality very well.

Look at the male lead Ou Hao and the second male lead Yu Menglong in the cast, aren't they all just making cameo appearances?

Even if a dog runs past him, he might just slap it twice, making it act like a celestial hound...

Only with her is it different!

She voluntarily refused payment!
There is a fundamental difference...

"Jiang Ye, stop messing around!" Meng Ziyi quickly dissuaded him. "My mom doesn't know anything about acting!"

Meng's mother's smiling expression froze, and she reached out to pat her daughter's arm: "Why not? Your mother was a campus beauty when she was young!"

She turned to Jiang Ye and raised an eyebrow. "Young man, do you keep your word? Don't try to fool this old auntie."

"Of course it counts!" Jiang Ye smiled sincerely. "I guarantee I'll arrange a close-up shot for you!"

Meng Ziyi hurriedly changed the subject, grabbed the thermos and shoved it into Jiang Ye's hands: "Alright, alright, hurry up and try the soup!"

She poured a full glass with the lid, carefully wiped the spoon clean, and handed it to him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him: "My mom made this soup, it's so delicious!"

Jiang Ye didn't stand on ceremony. He took the cup, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful. As soon as the hot soup went down, his eyes lit up instantly: "Wow, this umami flavor goes straight to the top of my head! Auntie's cooking skills are so good, I'd believe it if you told me she was a retired imperial chef!"

Meng Ziyi squatted down beside him, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes following his every move, her mouth almost stretched to her ears in a wide grin: "What did I tell you! My mom's soup is unmatched in the entire Northeast!"

She reached out to wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth, but then awkwardly turned away, pretending to fix her disheveled hair.

Meng's mother crossed her arms and her gaze darted back and forth between her daughter's bright eyes and Jiang Ye's uninhibited eating habits!
Something's up here!
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Longteng Yujing Residential Area, Shancheng
"Dad, please take us with you!"

Lin Xiaoman was clinging to Lin Jianjun's arm and acting coquettishly, while Tian Xiwei stood beside her with a hopeful expression.

"Just for the weekend, I absolutely won't cause any trouble!"

"Stop fooling around." Lin Jianjun pulled out his tattered tie. "I won't be on the film set for long. I also need to help your brother connect with platform resources. I don't have time to be a babysitter."

He noticed Tian Xiwei's clenched fist and suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Tell me, what exactly are you guys trying to do?"

"Go get revenge!!!" Tian Xiwei suddenly took half a step forward, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and her ponytail trembled.

The setting sun shone through the gauze curtains onto her flushed cheeks, making her look as if she had suffered a great injustice!
(End of this chapter)