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Chapter 310: Total Suck-Up—Boss, Have Some Water
On set, everyone—from the lighting crew and makeup artists to the cameramen, prop handlers, and stagehands—had quietly clustered together, eyes glowing as they stared hard at the handsome man in ancient costume.
Ever since their idol Ou Qian showed up on set during the day, this had been their exact state.
It felt unreal—like a dream.
This was Ou Qian, the Film Emperor! And he’d actually come to their production to play a minor supporting role!
They’d heard Director Wang and Ou Qian were old friends, but even so—Director Wang’s pull was insane.
In less than half a day, Ou Qian had already reshot almost all the scenes previously filmed by Wei Teng. Now only the final extermination scene remained. The veteran actors playing the Yang couple were present, along with all the servants and guards. As for Dan Shui, since her only scene sharing the frame with Ji Qing was the final one, she only needed to reshoot this last scene with everyone.
Yang Yurou was hidden beneath the bed by her mother. She saw Ji Qing’s long boots—and witnessed her mother’s throat being slit by his sword, collapsing to the ground. At that moment, the camera would move from the back of Dan Shui’s head to her profile, capturing a tight close-up of her face, before shifting to Ji Qing’s crimson boots and Yang Mother’s corpse. Her gruesome death would also receive a close-up.
When Nan Xun arrived, Ou Qian had just finished the earlier scenes. Only the extermination scene and the killing of Yang Mother remained. After reviewing the footage, Ou Qian seemed dissatisfied and was discussing details with Director Wang.
Sensing Nan Xun’s arrival out of the corner of his eye, he lifted his head, glanced her way—and actually gave her a small smile before continuing the discussion.
Nan Xun’s mouth fell open. She stood there, stunned stiff.
Just then, Sister Qin came over to remind her to change costumes and do her makeup. Overexcited, Nan Xun grabbed her arm. “Sister Qin, Sister Qin! Brother Ou Qian dressed like this—don’t tell me he’s playing Ji Qing?!”
Sister Qin laughed. “Yeah. I was shocked too. Film Emperor Ou Qian coming to play a minor role. I know you’re his fangirl, but let me warn you—don’t mess up when filming. All of Ou Qian’s scenes today passed in one take. If you NG five or six times opposite him, I’m afraid the big shot will get annoyed.”
Nan Xun nodded like a pecking chicken.
Inside, she was losing her mind. She’d thought it would take four or five years of grinding before she could share scenes with a Best Actor-level boss—and maybe make some progress then. And now—
Holy crap. Happiness came way too fast!
“Little Eight, Little Eight, is this really just a coincidence? Could it be that Big Boss took this role specifically for me? After all, the revised script has quite a few intimate scenes between us.” Nan Xun covered her face shyly.
Little Eight snorted. “Sweetheart, how big do you think your face is, having thoughts like that? One: Big Boss has old ties with Director Wang—he’s just doing a favor. Two: the script revisions were done by the screenwriter and have jack shit to do with Big Boss.”
Nan Xun sighed. “I’ve been posting his sketches on Manman every single day, openly declaring my blazing love—how has Ou Qian’s malice value not dropped even a single point?”
Little Eight sighed too, sounding deflated. “It really hasn’t dropped. Not one point. Honestly, even I’m moved by your persistence—but my being moved doesn’t matter. Big Boss hasn’t reacted at all.”
Nan Xun was unhappy. Very unhappy. She’d worked so hard—if his malice value dropped even 0.5, that’d be something. But no. Not even a tiny bit.
With emotions bubbling, when Nan Xun looked at her idol again, her gaze carried a hint of resentment.
Lighting and props were all set. The extermination scene began.
On a moonless, windy night, everyone in the Yang residence lay asleep. Dozens of black-clad men vaulted over the walls, killing two night guards with a single slash.
The sleeping household was jolted awake. The massacre began.
Corpses littered the ground. Blood flowed like rivers.
Yang Father fought desperately, but no matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t take on dozens alone. Soon, he was struck by several blades.
When nearly everyone in the Yang family had been killed, the main gates creaked open. A man in red strode in, unhurried and composed.
His crimson boots stepped without hesitation through the pooling blood. His blood-red robes fluttered in the night wind, and his striking silver hair immediately caught the eye.
Seeing Yang Father being besieged, he slowly raised a hand in a signaling gesture.
The black-clad men withdrew behind him.
The peerless man looked at the grievously wounded Yang Father, lips curling into a slanted smile. His voice was icy cold. “The Yang family’s techniques are nothing special. Or is it that you haven’t used your full strength?”
As he finished speaking, his gaze sharpened. He drew the flexible sword at his waist, leapt into the air, and thrust it forward.
Their duel lasted a full five minutes—brilliant beyond compare. Every move was professional, precise.
In the end, Ji Qing’s sword pierced Yang Father’s throat. He yanked the blade free; it was soaked crimson, blood dripping from the tip.
The man inhaled deeply, taking in the stench of blood filling the courtyard—his face showing unmistakable intoxication.
To him, the blood of the Yang family was more alluring than any floral incense. It was a scent he’d awaited for years, one that could cleanse the soul.
At this moment, the annihilation of his enemies—a hatred spanning over a decade—was finally avenged.
Sword in hand, he walked step by step toward the rear courtyard.
Kill them all. Leave none alive.
“Cut!”
If Director Wang hadn’t shouted, everyone might have stayed trapped in the scene.
“Ahhh! He’s so psychotic when killing people, but why is Brother Ou Qian so damn attractive?! I’m done for—I’ve gone crazy!” a makeup assistant squealed, stomping her feet.
While everyone else was buzzing with excitement, Nan Xun shamelessly grabbed a bottle of mineral water and sprinted over. “Th-that is, Brother Ou Qian, you worked so hard—here, have some water!”
Everyone: “……”
Good lord. That shy, obedient little-wife look was too much to watch.
Others also wanted to offer water or wipe his sweat, but everyone in the industry knew Ou Qian never drank water handed to him by others—his assistant always brought his own.
So Dan Shui’s effort was doomed.
Sure enough, Ou Qian accepted the bottle politely but didn’t drink it right away. He said courteously, “Thank you.”
Before he could say more, his assistant took the bottle from his hand and gave him another one—his own.
Seeing the fangirl’s crestfallen expression, Ou Qian raised a brow and unexpectedly offered an explanation. “Don’t misunderstand. It’s just a habit. You’ve probably heard about certain entertainment industry scandals—some famous singer accepted water from someone else, and their throat was poisoned and ruined.”
After a brief pause, he concluded matter-of-factly, “Someone at my level naturally has plenty of people who envy me.”
Nan Xun: “……”
Everything he said was true—but did he really have to say it that bluntly?
Chapter 311: Heh, Quite Convenient
Nan Xun let out an “oh,” then stared at her idol with sparkling eyes for a long while before finally shifting her gaze to his assistant.
“Since Brother Ou Qian doesn’t want this water, I’ll take it back,” she said to the assistant. Without the slightest embarrassment, she took the bottle from his hands. As she walked away, she casually twisted the cap open and took a big gulp herself.
Ou Qian’s assistant: “……”
Ou Qian: “……Heh.”
During the ten-minute break, Ou Qian lounged on a special recliner his assistant had brought over, phone in hand, scrolling through something with his thumb flicking across the screen.
Nan Xun felt she was still a brand-new rookie, and since the set was local, she hadn’t brought her own assistant along. During breaks, she usually chatted with the crew, or talked shop with Director Wang and the assistant director to build rapport.
But right now, she was unusually quiet.
She found a small stool, sat down, subtly adjusted her angle, then sneakily pulled out her phone and took a close-up selfie.
Scheming Nan Xun wasn’t just taking a normal selfie. In the photo, besides her big head in the foreground, the distant background clearly captured a certain flamboyantly dressed idol in red, reclining on a chair and playing with his phone.
Before the drama aired, Director Wang had strictly forbidden any leaks of stills or private photos from the set. So this “stolen” photo with her idol was just for her personal collection.
In short—mission accomplished.
Nan Xun immediately set the photo as her phone wallpaper and giggled mischievously.
She had to admit, watching her idol act on set was incredibly impactful. A Movie Emperor really was a Movie Emperor—no matter the role, he handled it effortlessly. Even a dark, sinister character like Ji Qing was portrayed with a unique charm that belonged only to Ou Qian. His acting skills were simply top-tier.
The veteran actors acting opposite him were all fired up, pushing each other to perform better. The sparks flying from their exchanges were brilliant to watch. Director Wang replayed the footage nearby, and when he was especially satisfied, he even let out a gleeful chuckle, scaring the crew half to death.
After the short break, they began filming the final scene of the day.
Ji Qing kills Yang Yurou’s mother, while Yang Yurou hides under the bed, forced to watch her mother die. The red boots of her enemy and his icy, bone-chilling voice carved themselves deep into her memory.
They were filming the part where Yang’s mother urges Yang Yurou to escape through the secret passage. The two argue and push each other, until, left with no choice, Yang’s mother seals Yang Yurou’s acupoints, preparing to hide her under the bed—
When suddenly, Director Wang roared, “Cut!”
Both actresses stopped and looked at him. Nan Xun immediately asked conscientiously, “Director Wang, was my performance off somewhere?”
Director Wang angrily pointed at her arm. “Roll up your sleeve and look! What the hell is drawn on your arm? It was completely exposed during the scuffle!”
Nan Xun lifted her sleeve and saw Ou Qian’s autograph on her arm. Thanks to Little Eight’s waterproof powder, it hadn’t faded at all, even after daily showers.
The entire crew had witnessed Dan Shui’s fan-girl frenzy when she begged Ou Qian for his autograph, so they all knew it was personally signed by him. Seeing that it was still perfectly intact now, everyone was dumbfounded.
Holy shit! It’s scorching hot these days—and the autograph is still there?
Had Dan Shui not showered at all these past few days?
Even if she avoided washing that arm, leaving it unwashed for days would mean layers of grime. Just thinking about it was gross!
They’d thought they were already hardcore Ou Qian fans, but compared to Dan Shui, they were amateurs.
Nan Xun lowered her sleeve again and said softly to Director Wang, “Can I… not wash it off? My idol signed it for me.”
Director Wang wiped his face and pointed at Ou Qian. “See that? Your idol is right here. And for the next few days, all your scenes are with him. You can ask for autographs anytime—however many you want. If he refuses, I’ll hold him down and make him sign. So can you, for god’s sake, have a little dignity?!”
Nan Xun glanced shyly at Ou Qian, only to find him looking at her with a… rather subtle expression.
“Oh, okay!” she nodded at Director Wang and reluctantly wiped off the autograph on her arm.
Nan Xun didn’t know that from that day on, the crew stopped calling her Dan Shui in private.
They called her Ou Qian’s Little Fangirl.
The final scene went smoothly. Yang’s mother was a bit slow to get into character the first time and had to redo it, but the second take passed without issue. Director Wang had worried that Dan Shui’s grief wouldn’t be as intense as the first time—but this take turned out even better.
When they wrapped for the day, Director Wang reminded everyone, “We’re changing locations tomorrow. Be on time. The crew bus won’t wait—latecomers take a taxi.”
Nan Xun quickly added, “Director Wang, don’t forget to pick me up.”
Director Wang’s mouth twitched. “Isn’t your company being a bit stingy? They didn’t even assign you a car?”
For rookies like Dan Shui, companies usually provided a car early on for convenience. YiXin Entertainment was a top-ten national company—how could they not even give her a car?
“I’m still a small fry,” Nan Xun said honestly. “And I’ve been with the company less than three months. Usually they only assign cars after that. They’re already really good to me—I even have a personal assistant now. Oh right, Director Wang, can I bring my assistant tomorrow? I have a lot of stuff.”
Director Wang nodded and said that was fine.
For some reason, he secretly wiped away a cold sweat.
Luckily, this little girl was a bit slow on the uptake. If she’d shown even a hint of dissatisfaction toward YiXin earlier, and someone with bad intentions overheard or recorded it, it could’ve sparked a huge online backlash—and YiXin would definitely have been unhappy with her.
The upcoming scenes would all be shot at Ji Qing’s residence. Five or six episodes’ worth of material—if everything went smoothly with one or two takes per scene, it might be done in under a week. If not, plus weather issues, at most it’d take twenty days.
That meant Nan Xun would have at least seven or eight days acting opposite her idol—maybe even twenty if she was lucky.
Just thinking about it made her giddy.
“Where do you live now?”
Lost in her excitement, Nan Xun snapped her head up at the question.
At some point, Ou Qian had walked over and was now standing in front of her. He looked down at her and asked, “Little Sister Dan Shui, where do you live? If it’s on the way, I can pick you up and go to set together tomorrow.”
Nan Xun’s eyes went wide. She was so happy she almost forgot which way was north. She rattled off her address at lightning speed, hands clasped and twisting together as she looked at her idol expectantly.
“Brother Ou Qian, is it on the way?”
Ou Qian chuckled. “Quite convenient.”
Director Wang stared at him, mouth agape, disbelief written all over his face.
On the way?
On the way my ass—they were separated by three whole streets!
Chapter 312: Boundaries—Forget It, Shoot Anyway
In the end, they didn’t even have to wait until the next day. That evening, on the way back, Ou Qian conveniently gave Nan Xun a ride.
Ou Qian’s assistant, Xiao Zhou, was driving. Ou Qian and Nan Xun sat in the back.
Nan Xun was so excited she didn’t know where to look. When she finally snuck a glance at her idol, she realized he had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
She stared at his face without restraint, her gaze practically burning holes in him.
“Little Eight, why do I feel like I’ve turned into an obsessive Ou Qian fangirl too? This body seems to be affecting me a lot,” Nan Xun muttered while admiring his sleeping face.
Little Eight explained, “That’s normal. Dan Shui herself is extremely obsessed with Ou Qian. Her fixation is very strong. You’ve only been affected this much already—that’s actually impressive. If it were the original owner, believe it or not, she’d have pounced and tried to gnaw him to death by now.”
Nan Xun: “……”
Little Eight snorted. “This is nothing. Didn’t the Zuili clan have a forbidden technique called Soul Devouring? You should know it better than I do. A soul forcibly enters another body, devours the original soul, and takes over the body. In the early stages, the invader can be influenced by the devoured soul’s personality—sometimes even fully transforming habits and character. But you only occupied the body; you didn’t devour the soul. So that won’t happen. Give it some time and you’ll be fine.”
Hearing this, Nan Xun’s gaze flickered. No one knew what she was thinking as she continued staring at Ou Qian’s face in a daze.
Estimating they were almost there, she suddenly looked away and turned to the street outside the window.
“Xiao Zhou, turn at the next corner and we’ll be there,” Nan Xun reminded him softly.
Xiao Zhou had noticed Ou Qian was asleep, so he parked very smoothly, trying not to wake him.
Nan Xun gently opened the car door. “Thank you, Xiao Zhou. Please get Brother Ou Qian home quickly—it’s already very late.”
Xiao Zhou had initially been a bit unhappy about detouring to drop Dan Shui off. But seeing how polite she was, and how considerate she was toward Ou Qian, he couldn’t help but feel a bit more favorable toward her.
When the car drove off again, the man in the back seat—who had appeared to be asleep—curved his lips slightly, then slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of surprise crossed Xiao Zhou’s eyes.
No way… had Brother Qian been pretending to sleep?
Xiao Zhou moved his lips, but didn’t ask anything.
With nothing better to do, Ou Qian logged into his Manman account on his phone. With practiced ease, he tapped into his following list, clicked on Dan Shui’s avatar, and entered her page.
His long, slender fingers scrolled lightly as his smiling eyes took in every single post she’d made.
Seeing those bold and fiery confessions again, he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
In the front seat, Xiao Zhou—driver and assistant—kept his eyes straight ahead, nose and mind aligned, clearly unfazed by this sight.
Suddenly, the phone rang, automatically exiting the Manman page. A trace of displeasure appeared on Ou Qian’s face, but when he saw who was calling, something flickered in his eyes. He unhurriedly pressed the answer button.
A sweet, cautious female voice came from the other end. “Brother, are you coming home this weekend? Dad and I really miss you.”
She was clever—careful not to mention the two people Ou Qian disliked the most.
Ou Qian stretched lazily and replied coolly, “I have to work overtime filming this weekend. I won’t be going back.”
The person on the other end gave a disappointed “oh,” then said softly, “Brother, take good care of yourself. Don’t work too hard. And… this weekend is actually my… birthday.”
Ou Qian raised an eyebrow slightly. “Happy birthday in advance, Duoduo.”
The person on the phone instantly brightened, giggling like a child. “Thank you, Brother!”
After hanging up, the phone returned to Dan Shui’s feed. Ou Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something.
That night, an excited Nan Xun drew a sketch of herself sharing a frame with her idol. A huge, adorable fangirl bun-face took up two-thirds of the picture, with a pair of squinty, shameless little eyes peeking sideways. Beside the oversized bun-face, a chibi Ou Qian lay on a chair yawning, one tiny hand covering his mouth—ridiculously cute.
Caption: Today I shared the frame with Brother Ou Qian. I’m so happy I’m about to pass out. (⊙v⊙)
The hungry fans on Manman instantly flooded the comments.
Lazy Foodie: Is it really okay to draw yourself this shamelessly?
Cool Rabbit: Shameless +1
Cute Auntie: Shameless +2
……
Little Monster: Shameless +66
Dirty God Qingke: Breaking formation—am I the only one who thinks bun-face girl is cute enough to make me cry? Keep being shameless, don’t stop.
Little Eight exclaimed in surprise, “Nan Xun, Nan Xun, that’s impressive. Today your fans’ attention is actually on you. No one’s even asking about the idol?”
Nan Xun grinned smugly. “Because my big bun-face totally stole the spotlight. They see the idol’s pretty pictures every day—they’re probably tired of them by now.”
Little Eight clicked his tongue, silently sighing: scheming Nan Xun.
The next morning, Nan Xun wore a beautiful white dress. Even after getting into her idol’s car, she was still grinning foolishly.
She sneaked a glance at him and whispered, “Brother Ou Qian, you look really handsome today.”
Ou Qian chuckled, tilting his head to look at her. “Thanks. You look very pretty today too—like a little princess.”
Nan Xun’s face instantly turned as red as a monkey’s backside.
Once everyone arrived, the stage manager quickly arranged accommodations for the cast and crew at a small hotel near the ancient residence. For confidentiality, the wealthy production had booked out the entire hotel, so there was no need to worry about paparazzi sneaking in.
Nan Xun’s room happened to be directly opposite Ou Qian’s—extremely close.
After a brief rest, filming would resume in the afternoon with the first scene at the new location: Yang Yurou disguising herself as a dancer and successfully infiltrating Ji Qing’s residence.
At that moment, inside Director Wang’s room, Director Wang, the assistant director, and Ou Qian were discussing an issue of “scale”—how far they should go.
Director Wang said hesitantly, “These intimate scenes are very important. If we tone them down too much, I’m afraid we won’t achieve the effect I want.”
Assistant Director: “But Ou Qian is right. Censorship is strict these days. This isn’t a movie—it’s for television. If the scale is too big, it definitely won’t pass review.”
After the two had finished discussing, Ou Qian finally cut in calmly. “It’s simple. Shoot everything that should be shot. Make two versions—one edited, one uncut. Even if TV can’t air it, licensing it for exclusive online release isn’t bad either.”
“I’ve thought about that,” Director Wang said. “But you know I’m racing against time. Making two versions means extra editing work. I’m afraid we won’t make the deadline.”
Ou Qian snorted and shot him a sideways glance. “You tell me—how much time did my joining save you? If it were someone else, could they have finished shooting all this in just a few days? I don’t even mind filming intimate scenes, and you’re still hesitating?”
Director Wang: “……”
That’s right. Ou Qian rarely filmed bold scenes! With a bro this generous, why the hell was he still hesitating?
Director Wang wavered instantly.
To hell with boundaries. Shoot everything that needs to be shot! Head touching, chest touching, kissing, forceful kisses, blood kisses, tearing clothes—film it all!
