The next morning, Fang Miaomiao kissed Wen Yan'an, who was still asleep, before heading to wash up.
"Miaomiao."
"Why are you up so early?" Fang Miaomiao asked softly, seeing Wen Zhiyan already sitting up in bed. "Why don't you sleep a little longer? Don't you have to go to work even earlier?"
"I wanted to wake up early to see you," Wen Zhiyan's voice carried a low, magnetic tone. "Otherwise, I don't know when I'll be able to see you again."
Fang Miaomiao sighed and stepped forward, hugging Wen Zhiyan. "You're already thirty, a grown man, why are you acting like a child?"
Wen Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao. "I can't bear to part with you."
Fang Miaomiao giggled. "Alright, alright, stop being clingy. Go back to sleep for a while. I'll call you when I get to the set, okay?"
"I want to see you off."
"No," Fang Miaomiao shook her head and said seriously, "If you go to see me off, what about An'an? He'll be scared if he wakes up and no one is home."
Wen Zhiyan fell silent.
Fang Miaomiao ruffled Wen Zhiyan's hair, coaxing him like a child. "Be good, listen to me. I'll call you when I arrive."
Wen Zhiyan kissed Fang Miaomiao before letting her leave.
...
"You made it back?"
Fang Miaomiao quickly bowed. "Thank you, Director Chen."
Director Chen waved his hand. "Consider it your sincerity. You made it back, that's fine. Go get ready, we'll shoot the costume photos first. After the opening ceremony, your scene will be the first one, understand?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Okay, Director Chen, I won't disappoint you."
She arrived at the makeup room.
The makeup artist rushed forward to do Fang Miaomiao's makeup.
"Miaomiao, where were you yesterday?" Cui Mantong asked from the side.
"Something came up at home, so I rushed back without stopping yesterday."
"Is it resolved?"
"It's resolved, don't worry."
Cui Mantong looked around. "Miaomiao, I'm telling you, when you act, you must work hard and show those people."
Fang Miaomiao's mind was sharp. "Did something happen last night?"
"It wasn't exactly something that happened, just that some people were being passive-aggressive, which was unpleasant to watch."
Last night, Director Chen had hosted a banquet to gather the main cast. He had thought they could have dinner and get acquainted.
Before Chen Tianming could say anything, Fang Yanhuan had subtly insinuated that Miaomiao didn't follow rules and had no discipline. With filming starting tomorrow, Fang Miaomiao was still running around the night before.
She even brought up past events, ruining everyone's appetite.
Later, Chen Tianming stated that he had permitted it, which finally silenced Fang Yanhuan.
However, looking at her expression, she seemed somewhat reluctant.
It was likely that some trouble would arise today.
Fang Miaomiao let out a cold laugh. "Don't worry, I know what to do."
"Go for it," Cui Mantong made a cheering gesture. "Miaomiao, I believe in you the most."
"I believe in myself quite a bit too."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone entered and announced, "Sister Mantong, it's your turn for costume photos."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Cui Mantong then said to Fang Miaomiao, "Sigh, I don't know what Director Chen is thinking, having costume photos, the opening ceremony, and even the first scene all on the same day. Everyone is so busy, they wish they had more hands."
"You should go quickly."
For the costume photos, the photographer chose two outfits for Fang Miaomiao, one black and one white.
The white dress was adorned with vines, and when Fang Miaomiao put it on, the vines seemed to meld with her.
The photographer's eyes lit up at the sight, and inspiration struck him. "Great, that's the feeling! I think I know why Director Chen insisted you play Chen Yao. You are completely Chen Yao incarnate."
"Thank you for the compliment."
There was a lot to do today, and the photographer felt his hands were not his own. He continued to shoot seriously, instructing Fang Miaomiao to pose. "Yes, just like that, look at me."
"Good, that's the feeling. Be a bit more innocent in your eyes, imagine yourself as an innocent young girl. Yes, that's the feeling."
"Alright," the photographer said reluctantly. "Go change into your other outfit. Next, we'll have another photographer take over."
Fang Yanhuan, who had just stepped onto the stage, heard this and was unsure whether to pose or step down.
The photographer looked confused. "What are you standing around for?"
"I..." Fang Yanhuan's eyes reddened. "Don't you like me?"
The photographer: "..."
What was this? He was just tired from shooting. He wanted to switch photographers to ensure the quality of the photos. What was this person thinking?
"You've misunderstood. I'm just tired. If you really want me to shoot, it's not impossible, and I'll try my best to guarantee the quality."
Fang Yanhuan became even more displeased. Why was this person so happy when shooting Fang Miaomiao, his mouth practically unable to close, but when it came to her, he was tired and threatened her, saying that if she made him shoot, he wouldn't guarantee the quality.
Why? This was completely unfair.
"Are you going to shoot then?"
Fang Yanhuan twisted the hem of her clothes, biting her lower lip, giving an air of pitiful vulnerability.
"Teacher Duan, why haven't we started shooting yet?" Chen Tianming saw a group of people gathered and chattering, and asked in confusion as he walked in, "What's going on?"
Duan Bin shook his camera, saying with some helplessness, "Director Chen, didn't we discuss that to ensure quality, the costume photos would be taken by me and my staff in turns? And I also promised you that the quality would be exactly the same, top-notch, right?"
Chen Tianming was bewildered, but nodded in agreement. "Yes, we did say that. What's wrong?"
"Earlier, I did make a mistake. I saw that Fang Miaomiao had good camera presence and ended up shooting a few extra shots for her, which delayed the time. I apologize for this."
"It's nothing." Chen Tianming was even more confused. He knew that talented people could get engrossed in what they liked, and he could understand that. But what did this have to do with Fang Yanhuan?
"Duan Bin, can you get to the point?"
Duan Bin wasn't known for his good temper. He was an excellent photographer and was usually booked. Coupled with some family influence, he wasn't afraid of being bullied or threatened. "However, some people were unwilling and insisted that I shoot for them."
He glanced at Fang Yanhuan, who was still feigning pitifulness in front, and let out a cold laugh. "Playing the victim to bully others? That depends on whether I fall for it. It's very childish. Everyone is in a hurry now, as if anyone would indulge her."
"Yanhuan, you tell me, what's going on?" Chen Tianming asked Fang Yanhuan with a headache. This person was even more prone to causing trouble than Fang Miaomiao.