"Is that Mom's video?"
Hearing Wen Yan'an's voice, Fang Miaomiao quickly called out, "An'an, it's Mom."
Immediately, the person on the other end of the phone became Wen Yan'an's appearance: "Mom, did you arrive at the hotel? Did you eat? You can't skip lunch, it's bad for your stomach. What are you going to do next?"
"An'an has so many questions, which one should Mom answer first?"
"Mom can answer them one by one."
Fang Miaomiao rolled over, "I've arrived at the hotel, um... lunch hasn't been served yet, and not all the main actors have arrived, so I plan to eat lunch and then sleep. When the director calls me, I'll get up and get ready."
However, looking at the situation, the character portraits couldn't be filmed today.
"Is it for filming character portraits?" Wen Yan'an asked curiously, "Then can I see Mom's character portraits online tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure, but it's highly likely it won't be filmed today."
"Ah," Wen Yan'an sounded a bit disappointed.
"Don't worry, An'an will see them."
"Okay, then Mom, hurry up and eat lunch, and then go to sleep. An'an will call you again tonight, okay?"
"Okay."
"I say, Wen Yan'an, that's my phone, my wife, can you stop openly seducing my wife in front of me?"
"She's your wife, and she's my mom. I didn't even blame you for stealing my mom, and now you're blaming me for stealing your wife."
Hearing the childish argument on the phone, Fang Miaomiao shook her head, amused, "An'an, my lunch is here, Mom's hanging up now."
"Okay, goodbye Mom."
"Goodbye An'an."
After ending the video call, as soon as Fang Miaomiao received her lunch, her phone vibrated.
She picked it up and looked.
It was an emoji sent by Wen Zhiyan, a small figure looking at her pitifully.
Just want to be a salted fish: ??? What do you mean?
.: Miaomiao, you don't care about me at all, your gaze is all on An'an.
Just want to be a salted fish: Is there a possibility that he's your son, and he's only five years old.
.: I'm only 29 too.
Just want to be a salted fish: Aren't you thirty?
.: Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao looked at those two words. They were simple words, "Miaomiao," yet she sensed a hint of grievance and disappointment from them. She could only shake her head, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. At worst, I'll call you again tonight after An'an is asleep, alright?"
.: Will that affect Miaomiao's rest?
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. This sounded a little too manipulative.
.: Alright, I won't tease Miaomiao anymore. Miaomiao, hurry up and finish lunch and get some sleep.
Fang Miaomiao replied with a "good" before starting to eat and sleep.
Later, it was a staff member who knocked on her door to wake her up.
"Is there something?"
"Teacher Miaomiao, we're about to have a script reading session. You can get ready," the staff member replied. "The reading session is on the 7th floor, room 7-9."
"Okay," Fang Miaomiao leaned against the door, nodding casually. "Thank you."
"Okay." Seeing Fang Miaomiao looking groggy, the staff member tentatively suggested, "Do you need us to help you wash your face?"
"No, no," Fang Miaomiao's spirits perked up upon hearing this. "There's no need for help with that. Go and notify the others. I'll be down in ten minutes."
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao took a while to wake up before going to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. After looking much more awake, she picked up her script and phone.
7-9
Inside was a long table, with nameplates placed on it.
"Miaomiao, over here." Cui Mantong waved at Fang Miaomiao, who was standing at the door. Seeing her standing still, she got up and took her hand. "What are you spacing out for? You slept too much during lunch and are still groggy?"
"Yeah," Fang Miaomiao nodded, letting Cui Mantong lead her to her seat. "You didn't sleep?"
"I was afraid I'd wake up like you, so I didn't sleep."
Sleeping too long in the afternoon makes one feel completely unenergetic, like their brain isn't working.
So Cui Mantong rarely took naps. Even if she did, she would just put her head on the table. This way, she would only sleep for a short while and would quickly wake up, never sleeping for hours.
"I was just sleepy," Fang Miaomiao yawned. "Director Chen isn't here yet?"
"He's here."
Speaking of which, Cui Mantong pursed her lips, "Don't even mention it."
Fang Miaomiao's interest was piqued by the gossip. "What happened? Tell me quickly."
"Your gossipy nature."
"Tell me quickly."
"It's about Fei Qingqing and Fang Yan Huan."
Fang Miaomiao recalled the remarks in the WeChat group and raised an eyebrow, "Fei Qingqing kicked up a fuss?"
"Not exactly." Cui Mantong couldn't help but complain, "I don't know why, but when Fei Qingqing found out that Fang Yan Huan was playing the role of the female lead, Ruo Lan, she didn't say anything."
"Then what is it?" Fang Miaomiao was even more confused. Could her arrival have accelerated the plot?
In the book, Fei Qingqing and Fang Yan Huan had a connection. After Fang Yan Huan established her studio, Fei Qingqing was one of the artists she signed. They hadn't met before this.
Could it be that because of this script, the two of them met and felt a sense of camaraderie, and Fang Yan Huan couldn't wait to greet Fei Qingqing?
That would be even more unlikely. Only she had transmigrated. Fang Yan Huan had no idea that Fei Qingqing would later win the Best Actress award.
So, how did these two get into conflict?
Or could it be that she couldn't change the plot?
That didn't seem right either.
Cui Mantong had no idea that her few words had already caused a storm in Fang Miaomiao's mind.
"What happened next? What happened after that?"
"Um... Director Chen wanted Fei Qingqing to teach Fang Yan Huan how to feel the characters in the script. Fei Qingqing seemed quite willing, but Fang Yan Huan's expression was a bit off. So, Director Chen called the two of them out for a talk."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Wait, this plot seems a little off. Asking Fei Qingqing to teach Huan Yan to feel the characters in the script? Isn't this just a slap in Fang Yan Huan's face?
When she read the book, she didn't have much of an impression of the female lead, Fang Yan Huan. But from their previous encounters, she clearly felt that Fang Yan Huan was not as innocent and naive as written in the book. In fact, the opposite might be true.
"The director's approach is quite something."
Cui Mantong pouted dismissively, "I don't know what the investors are thinking, casting Fang Yan Huan as the female lead. You didn't see her just now, she can't even recite her lines smoothly."
Let alone understanding the character.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "It's okay, it's okay. Director Chen is quite strict about these things."
"I think you're going to be in a lot of pain," Cui Mantong teased, "after all, you have the most scenes with Fang Yan Huan."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Actually, there was no need to remind her, thank you.