Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Xie Linze paid out of his own pocket to upgrade the suite, which has a separate small kitchen, making cooking very convenient.

The first-time harvesters await feeding.

A table full of dishes is laid out: the shrimp are fresh and crisp, the ribs are tender and flavorful, and the braised lion's head meatballs are full of juicy sauce.

"It's so delicious, Editor Xie! One bite of vegetables and one bite of rice is so satisfying." Chu Zhu gave him a thumbs up.

After repeated attempts to explain, Xie Lingce finally couldn't help but say, "My name is Xie Lingce."

Chu Zhuo was momentarily taken aback by his self-disclosure of his name.

Wasn't Bi Hui supposed to be mysterious and never reveal his identity? Even the director is still calling him "Editor Xie" all this time, and he just blurted it out so sweetly?

On second thought, isn't this also a form of trust?

After swallowing her rice, Chu Zhuo said seriously, as if taking on a heavy responsibility, "Xie Lingce? A very grand name. I will keep it a secret for Editor Xie. I will start by protecting Bi Hui's pseudonym."

Xie Linze: "..."

That's not what he meant.

Lunch ended amidst the clatter of bowls and chopsticks.

The afternoon's scenes were indoors, so Xie Lingce moved to a different location. Director Liu understood and patted his chest to assure her, "Bihui, don't worry, we'll definitely film it exactly as it's written in the original story, there won't be any major changes."

"Many screenwriters in the industry love to make random changes. The original novel has a good theme, a smooth plot, a complete storyline, and a clear distinction between male and female characters. They just make a bunch of random changes and the audience complains when it airs. I said, if you have this kind of energy, you might as well create your own original work. At least no readers will criticize your mess."

Xie Linze's previous five novels were adapted very successfully, with both critical acclaim and practical achievements. The only "dissatisfaction" might be that the character Bi Hui never appeared. In the internet age, he was like someone who was offline. When the official announcement was made, there wasn't even an account that tagged him. The official Weibo account operator had to type it out manually.

People have a natural curiosity; the less he appears, the more curious everyone becomes.

What kind of person is this online novel master who writes one masterpiece after another? Even if he's not good-looking, his talent and works alone can attract fans.

However, Bi Huai truly disappeared without a trace, and no matter how outrageous the rumors from the outside world were, even if they said he was an ugly loser, he never showed up.

The first day's filming went smoothly. Chu Zhuo had just finished taking a shower when someone knocked on the door.

After confirming who it was through the peephole, Chu Zhuo pressed the handle: "Good evening, Bi Hui?"

The boy, fresh from his shower, was strikingly fair-skinned. Looking at him, his head was slightly tilted back, his gaze clear, his wet hair twisted into clumps, like a dish waiting to be savored…

Xie Linze's pupils contracted slightly. He tried his best to keep his voice calm and polite: "May I come in? I need to go over the details of the script."

Chu Zhuo glanced down at her pajamas: "Now? I haven't dried my hair yet. Why don't you sit on the sofa first, I'll go dry my hair."

The moment the door opened, Xie Lince noticed his wet hair and naturally replied, "Let me dry it for you."

Chu Zhu waved his hand: "No need, I can handle this little thing. Bi Hui's big hands are for creating."

Xie Linze: "..."

The boy dried his hair quickly, in just a few minutes. Chu Zhu ran out and sat next to Xie Lingce: "Teacher Xie, which part of the scene do you want to rehearse?"

The scent of shower gel lingered on him, and his thick, curled eyelashes, glancing sideways at Xie Linze, made Xie Linze's heart flutter.

"Teacher Xie? Teacher Xie? Xie Linze!"

The last sound was louder, and Xie Linze suddenly came to his senses: "Sorry."

Chu Zhuo took the script from his hand: "Teacher Xie, which part do we need to work on?"

Xie Lingce pursed his lips: "Just call me by my name. Calling me Teacher Xie sounds like I'm thanking you."

Throughout the day, including every step he took from the moment he entered the door, a sense of familiarity arose from him. Chu Zhuo, being perceptive, called out to him in a drawn-out tone, "Oh, Xie Lince."

Xie Linze's ears turned red, a hint of ambiguity flashing in his eyes. He opened the script to a page and began to explain earnestly: "The character Xu Yongnian is initially simple and passionate. His beliefs undergo a gradual transformation, culminating in a complete outburst later on..."

Chu Zhuo listened attentively to his explanation.

Xie Linze pointed out a scene that will be filmed tomorrow: "The novel is quite different from the script, and there are many details to handle. I'm not usually busy, so I can rehearse with you and help you get into the mood beforehand, which will make the subsequent filming go more smoothly."

Chu Zhuo has little experience in this area, but Xie Lingce, as a screenwriter, shouldn't lie to him.

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble Xie Lingce." Chu Zhuo smiled. "Tomorrow we'll be filming Xu Yongnian getting involved in a criminal case. I'll work on it out."

Xu Yongnian never expected that his father's death would involve a 20-year-old cold case.

He wasn't even born yet at that time.

But this was information he found out himself; self-deception is not in his nature.

Xu Yongnian hugged his mother: "Mom, who did Dad offend?"

Xie Linze, who was wrapped in a pair of arms, was stiff all over.

Once he was out of character, Xie Linze barely regained his composure: "I'm in good shape. We'll film like this tomorrow. Xu Yongnian hasn't found anything about his mother yet. The warm family atmosphere he's had for over a decade has given him a natural trust in her."

The next day, the scene they filmed that night was completed in one take. After the director yelled "Cut," Chu Zhuo winked at Xie Linze, as if showing off the results of his practice.

Xie Linze's breath hitched for a few seconds. Only after he turned his gaze back did he reluctantly lower his eyes.

A week after filming began, Xiong Man came to the set to check on Chu Zhuo's adaptation.

After finishing the shoot, Chu Zhu jogged over and said, "Sister Man, what brings you here?"

Xiong Man sized up the boy in the black jacket: "I'm relieved to see you're doing well. I'll send you an assistant."

The assistant greeted him: "Hello, Brother Le, my name is Tian Ming, and I just graduated from university."

Chu Zhuo lightly shook hands with him before letting go: "No need to call me Brother Le, just call me Chu Zhuo."

The assistant nodded sheepishly, "Okay."

Seeing that Chu Zhuo was alright, Xiong Man chatted for a few minutes and then left the set.

The assistant's eyes were only on work. Except when Chu Zhuo went to the toilet, as soon as he made a move, the assistant would immediately ask him what he was doing and hand him food and drinks.

After Xie Linze finished discussing with Editor Feng, he noticed that there was another person next to Chu Zhuo.

Like a diligent little bee, it revolves around Chuzhuo.

Xie Linze strode over and sat down next to Chu Zhuo: "You've hired an assistant?"

Chu Zhuo said, "Yes, Sister Man brought it."

Xie Lingce glanced at the man's face; he looked dull and didn't pose a threat.

There's a rain scene tonight; it's been sunny for the last seven or eight days, so I guess we'll need to use artificial rainmaking.

After the director had set up the equipment, and was about to instruct the staff to bring rain after dark, a sudden flash of lightning and thunder appeared in the sky, followed by a light drizzle.

"Oh, this rain just in time!" The director excitedly picked up the walkie-talkie, signaling the crew to evacuate, and then directed the actors to enter the set. "Come on, Xu Yongnian, enter! Get ready to film! Action!"

Heavy rain pelted his face, his hair clinging to his cheeks with the raindrops, and Xu Yongnian's hand remained motionless in front of the door for a long time.

No, he acted impulsively.

I shouldn't have come tonight.

……

As soon as the director yelled "Cut," Xie Linze, even faster than the assistant, stepped into the rainy night with his tall figure holding a black umbrella, and used a towel in one hand to wipe Chu Zhuo's face and hair.

Chu Zhuo barely opened her eyes: "I'll handle the rest myself."

Xie Lin paused, then handed him the towel.

After filming wrapped up in the rain, Chu Zhuo went back to her room to change clothes. Feeling a bit hungry, she went out for a late-night snack.

As he opened the door, he bumped into Xie Linze, who was half-raised and about to knock.

The man held a box of cold medicine in his hand: "I got caught in the rain last night, so I'm taking some cold medicine as a precaution."