Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 133: Wishing to Film the Slap Scene, Sigh

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Wishing to Film the Slap Scene, Sigh

After the director finished speaking, the major actors went up to say a few auspicious words, then came the incense offering, inserting incense, and group photos.

With the start ceremony concluded, the story of "Different Paths" began.

The main content of this drama is about how the rich and beautiful heroine expands her business empire through competition with a group of men, successfully defeating them to become the female CEO.

As for the romantic subplot, the heroine is absorbed in her work, not expecting her childhood sweetheart fiancé to encounter a low-level employee, the delicate white lily, whom he is immediately deeply attracted to. The two engage in secret glances and moonlit dates, thus beginning the love story between the domineering president and the tender white lily.

The heroine thinks this philandering fiancé is like half-cooked white rice, which is hard to swallow, so she decisively kicks him aside and starts a romance with another capable and equally matched man.

Yu Xia summarized the refreshing points of this story in her mind and felt much better when she saw Yu Zhi again.

"Emperor Yu, please guide me. We have many scenes together."

All the scenes where she gets to curse and slap him.

Yu Zhi’s eyes, like peach blossoms, showed a playful smile: "No need to be polite, I just hope you don’t bring in personal emotions."

"Where are these personal emotions coming from? We don’t have any personal issues."

Yu Zhi: "There are indeed no personal issues, just worried that your strong independent woman mindset might kick in, and you might not like my character and injure me."

Yu Xia remained unflustered: "Don’t worry. Didn’t your studio buy insurance for you? I’m not a rogue who wouldn’t pay up."

"..." He put on his sunglasses and strode away.

The crew arranged accommodations for them, with all the actors’ rooms on the same floor.

The hotel wasn’t particularly great. Although the rooms were chic doubles, they were a bit small. Both beds were 1.5 meters wide, and the bathroom was separated by frosted glass, with one side facing the bed. It had a pull cord to control a Venetian blind, which barely provided any privacy.

Mei assisted with organizing the toiletries, while Yu Xia tugged on the cord to study the blinds.

"There’s also a dim floor lamp here," she said with a subtle expression, quickly understanding the setup’s intent, "to view beauties under the lamp."

Mei, keeping her head down while sorting items, casually said, "This is clearly a couple’s suite, which makes sense. But I thought the crew would be more generous and book us a fancy suite in a nice hotel."

"What are you dreaming of?" She put down the cord and sat at the end of the bed to test its firmness. "The crew doesn’t have much budget. If they spend heavily on accommodations, they’re bound to cut costs elsewhere, and I certainly don’t want to end up with a poorly edited production after all my hard work acting."

Many current productions have this issue of not investing enough time and money to elevate the show’s quality, leading to netizens complaining about the actors’ performances.

Mei thought that made sense and didn’t comment further.

At two in the afternoon, the first scene officially began shooting, centered around a mid-story event.

It involved Yu Xia, Yu Zhi, and Xu Jiani, the actor playing the innocent white lily, in a three-way confrontation.

The props and art departments busily moved in and out for preparations. Yu Xia had already changed into her costume, got her makeup done, and stood quietly with the script, rehearsing her lines in her mind.

With the scene clapboard sounding, the first scene of "Different Paths" commenced its first take.

...

In the spacious office, only the computer and humidifier were still running.

A handsome man sat behind the desk, his naturally expressive eyes on the anxious girl before him. He tapped lightly on the desk in thought, his usually indifferent expression somewhat softened.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come closer, I won’t bite."

The girl edged forward a small step, her face flushed, saying, "President Gu, I’m sorry, I accidentally picked the wrong file, I’ll go get it now."

"No worries, don’t be nervous. The meeting starts in an hour, there’s still time..."

A knock sounded at the door.

The girl quickly stepped back two paces. Gu Zhun frowned, and before he could finish the words "come in", someone outside opened the door, and the woman in the middle entered.

She wore high heels, a red mermaid skirt, and a white blouse, her makeup bright and beautiful with a strong aura—only one person in the entire company dared to dress like this.

Qiao Yun paid no attention to the office atmosphere, handed the file in her hand to Wen Qianqian standing aside, raising her chin.

"Here, for your President Gu."

Then she casually sat on the sofa and poured herself a cup of water to drink.

"Zhidi’s market retail share caught up with us within three days. Their new product’s momentum is strong, with most stores assisting in a major promotional push. We must take action."

Wen Qianqian handed the file to Gu Zhun, who glanced at it, frowning, "That’s just a gimmick. Are you thinking of producing a similar product to undercut our company’s long-established reputation?"

"So are you planning to let the market share be eroded? Gu Zhun, saving face won’t help with market expansion, especially when our R&D department has better..."

Halfway through, she stopped, frowning at Wen Qianqian who kept her head down. "Why are you still standing here? Leave."

"Qiao Yun! She is my assistant!" Gu Zhun was dissatisfied with her bossy attitude.

Qiao Yun chuckled, walked over a few steps, her beautiful eyes sarcastic, her presence like a swan glowing: "I know, your assistant you specifically brought up from the seventh floor. Miss Wen, whom you spend two to three hours privately behind closed doors with every day. Recently, there’s been talk that you’ve developed a taste for simple congee dishes. Do you think I’m deaf?"

Gu Zhun pursed his lips: "Don’t think too much."

Wen Qianqian, head down, softly explained, "It’s not what you think, President Qiao. I just made a mistake with the files and Gu Zhun was talking to me."

"Mistakes with files?" Qiao Yun approached the desk, her bright red lips spitting sharp words, "Then perhaps you’ve recruited a personal assistant, Gu Zhun? Knowing I’d inevitably hear the rumors you still indulge. Does the idea of secretly nurturing a Cinderella behind your fiancée’s back thrill you?"

"Qiao..."

"Shut up." Qiao Yun reached out and lightly tapped his face, deliberately brushing it with her gem-studded nails, her eyes enticing but her tone frigid.

"I don’t care how you play around, after all, marriages can end in divorce and partnerships won’t break. But if you let it muddle your mind so you can’t see the company’s development, then hand it over to me and step down."

Gu Zhun’s expression shifted again and again, while her voice continued like a snake’s hiss: "Miss Wen, staying in your superior’s office for two to three hours every day must be quite conducive for emotional bonding, right? Please mold him quickly into a fool who values beauty over empire. I’ve longed for a promotion."

"Cut!"

Xu Jiani exhaled, looking up to see Yu Zhi rubbing his face.

"Ouch—Yu Xia, you’re truly acting true to character."

Yu Xia had already changed expressions, immediately heading behind the camera to review the shooting effects, and stroked her newly applied nail stickers in response: "You flatter me. Ah, why couldn’t the fight scene be today?"

Yu Zhi: "..."