Huayu Entertainment: Starting with Exorcising Evil from a Film Queen

He turned around abruptly and started cursing at the stagehands, set designer, and props manager who were already terrified not far away.

"Are you all out of your minds?! The outdoor set you set up almost killed someone! Huh?"

"Are you checking every day like you're looking inside a dog's stomach? Can't you see such a huge safety hazard?"

"If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get the hell out of here! This production crew doesn't keep useless people!"

The director's roar echoed throughout the set, and several people in charge were thoroughly berated, hanging their heads and not daring to utter a single word.

Meanwhile, Yang Mi pulled Zhang Ze to the rest area and sat him down. She took a first-aid kit from her assistant and carefully treated his wounds.

As she dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, she winked at him and lowered her voice.

"Hey, did you see the way Tangtang looked at you just now? Her eyes were practically drooling!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze let out a deep sigh, feigning seriousness.

"There's nothing I can do about it, I'm just too charming!"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him and spat out a sarcastic remark.

"Shameless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ze's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He picked it up and saw it was a text message from Tang Yan.

"Thank you for today. Would it be alright if I treated you to dinner tonight?"

Zhang Ze replied with a single word almost without hesitation.

"it is good."

Yang Mi was applying medicine to him right next to him, and she saw everything clearly.

Logically, she should have continued to make a few more sarcastic remarks, just like before.

But for some reason, a strange sense of irritability and frustration welled up inside me.

She just felt unwell, like her heart was heavy.

So, subconsciously, I tightened my grip when treating the wound.

Instead of gently wiping the area around the wound with an alcohol swab, she pressed it directly onto the bloody, mangled abrasion.

Zhang Ze gasped, feeling a searing pain shooting from his arm straight to the top of his head.

"Be gentle! You hit too hard! I didn't get the signboard damaged, but you're killing me with pain!"

Yang Mi's grip not only didn't lessen, but actually tightened even more.

She retorted irritably.

"I've always had a strong grip, so if you're looking for someone gentle, go find your gentle Zixuan!"

Zhang Ze was taken aback by her sudden outburst of anger. He glanced at her suspiciously and muttered to himself.

"Why the sudden change of heart? Did they take some kind of poison?"

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In the end, Zhang Ze was still unable to enjoy this thank-you meal.

Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by a phone call from director Li Guoli, who said that there had been a major safety accident in the props department and the investors were furious. They demanded that the production team submit a detailed report immediately, and he, as the person involved, had to stay and explain what had happened.

He could only send a message to Tang Yan to express his apology.

Tang Yan replied quickly, her words full of magnanimity and understanding: it's okay, safety is the most important thing, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

From that day on, the atmosphere on set became somewhat subtle.

Tang Yan's attitude towards Zhang Ze underwent a visible change; her previous curiosity and appreciation had completely fermented into a near-worshiping dependence.

She no longer hid her closeness. The soup she brought to the set every day, which used to be just a bowl for Zhang Ze, became a whole stainless steel thermos, shared by everyone. But everyone knew that the most delicious bowl was always the one she personally served and the first one she brought to Zhang Ze.

She even personally changed the dressings on his arm wound, her movements more meticulous than those of the accompanying medical staff.

Watching the two become increasingly intimate, Yang Mi felt a tightness in her chest, and her words became increasingly sarcastic.

"Wow, this hero saving the damsel in distress is something else! Is our Tangtang planning to repay him with her body?"

During lunch break, Yang Mi looked at Tang Yan, who was blowing on Zhang Ze's soup to cool it down, and spoke sarcastically.

Tang Yan's cheeks flushed instantly, and she retorted, "Mimi, don't talk nonsense! I was just thanking Brother Ze!"

"Thank you? So grateful that you're even taking over the assistant's work? I've never seen such gratitude before." Yang Mi pouted.

Caught in the middle, Zhang Ze felt a chill run down his spine. He could only bury his head in his soup and pretend he was deaf.

He knew in his heart that these two girls were at odds.

Fortunately, no matter how much the two female leads argued, it did not affect the overall filming schedule.

That night, in order to meet the deadline, the crew arranged a long night shoot, which lasted until after 3 a.m. before finally wrapping up.

Because they finished work too late and it was inconvenient to go back, the crew arranged for everyone to stay at a hotel next to the film set.

Zhang Ze dragged his tired body back to his room, took a hot shower, and felt every pore on his body open up.

He had just stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, when the doorbell rang.

Who would come looking for him so late?

He walked to the door with a puzzled look in his eyes, peeked through the peephole, and was immediately stunned.

Standing outside the door was none other than Tang Yan.

He opened the door and saw Tang Yan standing there, dressed in a light pink silk nightgown, holding a script in her arms, her fair cheeks flushed with an unnatural blush.

"Brother Ze... I can't sleep. There's a scene I just can't figure out. Could you... explain it to me?"

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Zhang Ze looked at her cool and refreshing outfit, then at the script in her hand, and hesitated for a moment.

It's the middle of the night, a lone man and woman, and she's dressed like this... If someone sees her like this, it won't be good for her reputation.

What he was thinking was that although Tang Yan was somewhat famous now, she was far from being a top-tier actress like she would be in later years, and any negative news could be fatal.

Seeing his hesitation, Tang Yan raised the script in her hand, her eyes sincere yet with a hint of pleading nervousness.

"It'll only be for a little while, I promise, I won't disturb your rest."

Looking into those clear, expectant eyes, it was impossible to say no.

Zhang Ze sighed inwardly, but ultimately stepped aside to let her into the room.

"Come in, the door is open." He deliberately left the door ajar, just slightly ajar, to avoid suspicion.

Tang Yan sat down on the sofa with the script in her arms, her posture somewhat reserved.

The two began to discuss the love entanglement between Zi Xuan and Gu Liufang, who was Xu Changqing's first incarnation, in the script.

Tang Yan's confusion lies in the fact that she can never find the same state of mind as Zi Xuan, who, as a descendant of Nuwa, is willing to risk everything for love, and the resolute determination hidden beneath her innocent and romantic nature.

"I always feel like my performances are awkward; I'm either too naive and innocent or too tragic and resentful." She scratched her hair in frustration.

After listening to her description, Zhang Ze quickly found the crux of the problem.

He guided her, "Don't always think about her identity as a descendant of Nuwa. That identity is a constraint, a background, but not her core."