Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Shen Yanzhou spoke with a sincere expression and bright eyes, his tone filled only with professional appreciation, without any probing or reservation.

This person genuinely loves acting and is truly exchanging ideas with colleagues, rather than engaging in polite small talk.

Lu Yu nodded, raising the corners of her mouth slightly.

They filmed a few more scenes in the afternoon, and the two worked together very smoothly.

There is a flashback scene where Shen Du guides Ling Yunshu in his cultivation, and Lu Yu has to portray the last bit of warmth that Immortal Jiqing had before he became a demon.

His gaze was slightly gentler than it had been at the Execution Platform, and the coldness in his tone had lessened somewhat.

He was very patient when demonstrating sword techniques.

Shen Yanzhou also portrayed Ling Yunshu's respect and dependence on his master in his youth very well.

After the mentor-student dynamic between the two emerged, the screenwriters next to them felt that these flashback scenes could be expanded upon.

There's a chemistry between them.

After finishing work, Shen Yanzhou removed his makeup in the dressing room and remarked to his manager beside him:

"I studied the script for the character Shen Du yesterday. Although he doesn't have a lot of screen time, his character arc is complete."

"This person is not simply a bad person; he is just pursuing his own path and sticking to it to the end."

With this kind of character design, coupled with Lu Yu's caliber performance, it's bound to gain a huge fan base. Our show is highly likely to be a hit.

He then added, "The character I played, Ling Yunshu, was also quite good. He was a spirited young man who helped the weak and oppressed and was committed to justice."

After discovering that their master had fallen into demonic possession, they were willing to bear the infamy of patricide to uphold justice. This love-hate relationship between the two might be even more compelling than the main couple's storyline.

The agent joked, "Then you're going to be overshadowed by the male supporting actor?"

"So what if I outshine everyone else?" Shen Yanzhou smiled nonchalantly. "If one show is good, everyone is good."

"The more outstanding he is, the more popular the show becomes, and I, as the male lead, naturally benefit as well."

Since Shen Yanzhou joined the crew, the production schedule has been incredibly fast.

Everyone originally thought that after the male lead was changed, the reshoots of those scenes would take at least a month.

After all, every scene Qiao Zhixi filmed before had to be reshot.

As a result, Shen Yanzhou caught up with all the progress he had fallen behind in just half a month.

His scenes with Lu Yu were particularly fast-paced.

Both of them are professional actors. Once they receive the script, they don't need to talk much. They just need to rehearse their positions and go over their lines once, and they can start filming immediately.

Director Chen sat behind the monitor. At first, he would say, "Let's do another take to guarantee a minimum," but later he simply stopped bothering to film the minimum take.

Every single one is equally good; there's nothing wrong with them.

There is a scene where the master and disciple discuss Taoism on a mountaintop. The script has three full pages of dialogue, all of which are debates based on Taoist classics in a semi-classical style.

It takes a lot of effort just to memorize it.

Lu Yu and Shen Yanzhou received the revised script a day in advance, and filming began the next day, with each take being completed in one take.

After Director Chen yelled "Cut!", he turned to the screenwriter and said, "These two have a more solid foundation in delivering lines than some actors who have been acting for over a decade."

The screenwriter, who was taking notes in the script, replied without looking up, "It's not that they have solid acting skills; it's that they both truly understand what the characters are saying."

The rest of the crew also seemed much more relaxed.

When Qiao Zhixi was around, the daily schedules had to be postponed, and the work that was supposed to end at six o'clock often dragged on until eight or nine o'clock.

Sometimes a simple dialogue scene requires more than ten takes, leaving the extras' legs numb from standing on the sidelines.

Now things are much better; we start and finish work on time, and occasionally we can even finish early.

Shen Yanzhou quickly became one with the entire crew.

He was very approachable and treated the extras and staff with great courtesy.

During intermission, he would squat on the sidelines with the props crew, smoking and chatting, sharing various survival tips he had learned from filming spy dramas.

Once, Fan Siyao's costume belt was accidentally snagged by a prop, and the costume team was in a panic.

Without saying a word, Shen Yanzhou took out a sewing kit from his RV and sewed it up on the spot.

After returning to Beijing, Song Xijin remained depressed for two days.

He didn't see anyone for those two days, and even turned down Tan Yao's invitation to drink.

He locked himself in his office, dealing with the backlog of work from the past few days, trying his best not to think about Lu Yu.

A few days later, Song's mother urged him several times to return to the old house.

Song Xijin chose a day to go back to the Song family's old house for dinner.

The Song family has strict rules and regulations, and their table manners are always very strict.

Chopsticks should not touch the rim of the bowl, soup should not be drunk making noise, one should sit upright, and food should only be taken from the area in front of one's own mouth. Juniors should not leave the table before their elders have put down their chopsticks.

A long dining table made of huanghuali wood was set up, with three people sitting on opposite sides. No one spoke, and the only sound was the occasional soft clinking of chopsticks against the food.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was so quiet it was almost oppressive, with only the pendulum of the old-fashioned wall clock swinging back and forth.

After finishing their meal, the family of three sat down on the sofa in the living room to drink tea.

Mother Song brewed a pot of Da Hong Pao tea, and wisps of white steam rose from the spout of the purple clay teapot.

She poured the tea into three teacups in turn, first serving it to Song's father, and then to Song Xijin.

Song Yuanming picked up the teacup, took only a sip, and then put the teacup back on the coffee table.

He was nearly sixty years old, with a few strands of white hair at his temples. He sat upright like a pine tree, and his eyes exuded an imposing aura.

He is more composed and experienced than his son.

He was wearing a dark gray Chinese-style jacket with the cuffs buttoned up meticulously.

"I heard you went to Zhejiang Province twice this month," Song Yuanming said. "When did it become your responsibility to personally go there to expand the market?"

Song Xijin lowered her eyes, her fingers gripping the teacup, making no attempt to hide anything.

Lying to your father won't work.

My father has better access to information than anyone else. Since he asked, it means he already knows most of it.

What happened in Zhejiang Province, the 100 million he invested...

These things couldn't be hidden from him.

"I have some personal matters to attend to."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Song's mother, Zhou Qing, quickly put down her teacup.

She wore a dark green cheongsam, her well-maintained face adorned with a gentle smile, and her voice was soft.

In stark contrast to her son's cold and aloof tone.

"Xi Jin works very hard every day and rarely gets a few days off throughout the year. It's not a big deal if she has some personal trips occasionally."

"Yuanming, keep your mouth shut. The child has finally come home for a visit. Don't ask about work the moment you see him."

Song Yuanming only glanced at Song Xijin.

"I don't care how you used to manage your private time, but you must remember your place."

You bear the honor and disgrace of the entire Song family on your shoulders; don't let some unworthy people distract you.

Song Xijin clenched her fists tightly at her sides.

A person who is not presentable...

The way the father said those words was so matter-of-fact, as if Lu Yu were some kind of unclean thing.