Support - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Shen Jing stayed with me at a nearby hotel.

The next morning, I found that my phone’s SIM card had been removed and all communication apps had been uninstalled. Only a few single-player games were left.

The culprit euphemistically called it helping me detox from the internet.

I kicked Shen Jing. “What if I have work to do?”

He didn’t care at all. “I’ve already talked to your manager. Besides, no one usually chats with you anyway.”

Actually, I knew his true intentions.

Even before filming began, a lot of negative comments had popped up online. They were all stepping on me to elevate Qiao Ruoshui.

I had been in a bad mood lately anyway, so not looking at them suited me just fine.

I got up to wash up, and Shen Jing wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He carried a faint scent of orange blossoms, a scent that made me feel very at ease.

He used to smoke before he met me. Later, when he found out I was sensitive to smells, he not only quit smoking but also changed his cologne.

Now, even his pillow mist was orange blossom scented.

He held me lazily, his jaw resting against my collarbone. “Dreams are a very tiring thing.”

I ruffled his black hair. “It’d be boring if it were always easy.”

Shen Jing was listless on the way to the set, but once he arrived, he was like a completely different person. He made small talk with the staff, told jokes, and treated everyone to milk tea.

When I was filming, he would watch quietly from the side, then give me encouragement and critiques.

There were no scenes for Qiao Ruoshui today, so Fu Han wasn’t on set either.

That actually made me feel a bit better.

After finishing a scene, Shen Jing and I returned to the RV to rest.

My little assistant suddenly came running over in a hurry, her face tense. “Sister Cancan, did you see?”

I was taken aback and asked, “See what?”

She held out her phone, wanting to show me.

Before I could even take it, a long, fair hand suddenly snatched the phone from my little assistant’s grasp, and smoothly tossed it right out the RV window.

Shen Jing looked at the little assistant with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Your Sister Cancan is on an internet detox lately. She isn’t looking at phones.”

He was like a venomous snake.

I observed Shen Jing carefully. I hadn’t felt it before, but looking at him now, he really did give off the vibe of a Villain.

The little assistant was terrified by him and nodded, dumbstruck.

Just as I was about to comfort her, Shen Jing handed her a business card. “My hand slipped accidentally. I’m really sorry, I’ll compensate you. Just pick out a new one and call this number directly.”

The little assistant was a very innocent kid. She happily went out to buy a new phone.

I shot him a sidelong glance. “What are they saying about me online?”

I guessed that Fu Han had definitely released some dirt on me; I just didn’t know how bad it was.

Shen Jing pulled me into his arms and whispered softly in my ear, “They’re saying you’re the brightest star, a rare genius.”

I was amused by him and stopped distracting myself with thoughts of the online comments.

Shen Jing accompanied me on set for three days straight.

For those three days, Fu Han and Qiao Ruoshui didn’t appear on set. I didn’t think much of it. She was a supporting character with few scenes, and she left once they were done. Fu Han wouldn’t stick around for anyone else. As for the weird looks others gave me and Shen Jing, I tried my best to ignore them.

Them leaving the set was a good thing for me. At the very least, I wasn’t distracted, and I had more time to study the script.

*Twilight* told the tragic yet respectable life of Fu Wan, a female general who was loyal to her country and loved her people. When Director Zhang approached me with the script, I knew that if I played the role of Fu Wan well, the next gold award would undoubtedly be mine.

However, according to the plot, I was about to face a massive online boycott. Fu Han would manipulate things from the shadows, and pressure from multiple parties would force the director to replace me.

Qiao Ruoshui would take my place as Fu Wan, win the gold award, and become the newly crowned Best Actress.

Qiao Ruoshui’s looks are on the sweeter side, which actually makes her ill-suited for the role of Fu Wan. No matter how good her acting skills are, she can’t capture Fu Wan’s innate heroism, nor the stubbornness and unyielding spirit buried in her bones.

This time, I will not give up on this role, no matter what.

“Miss Su, our CEO Fu would like to have a word with you.” I was looking over the script in a secluded spot when two men in black suddenly appeared beside me, speaking with a tone that was respectful yet distant.

I wasn’t surprised.

Fu Han has a hand in both the legitimate and underground worlds; threatening people is second nature to him.

Fu Han timed it well. Shen Jing hadn’t come to accompany me today-I’d told him to rest at the hotel-so only my assistant and makeup artist were with me.

My little assistant, Tian Tian, stiffened her neck and shielded me. “Is your CEO Fu part of some mob? He says ‘go’ and we just go? Do we not have any pride?”

The men in black remained silent, their posture making it clear that if I didn’t go willingly, they would take me by force.

“Sister Cancan! Let’s go!” Tian Tian grabbed my arm, looking ready to storm off.

The men in black blocked our path and handed me a file. “Miss Su, let’s not make this ugly.”

Inside were my family background, education, experience, and my original name.

I curled my lips into a contemptuous smile. “Fine. I’ll go see your CEO Fu right now.”

Tian Tian clutched the corner of my clothes, her small face flushing red. “Sister Cancan, don’t…”

I looked at her and mouthed three words: “Go find Shen Jing.”

She understood and let go of my hand.

CEO Fu’s subordinates were clearly afraid I’d run; one stayed to my front-left and the other to my back-right, keeping me boxed in tight.

I followed them all the way to a room door, where they stopped. “Please enter.”

I pushed the door open.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight. A figure sat by the window where a sliver of light peeked through. His silhouette was hidden in the darkness, radiating a natural authority like an emperor of the night. His voice was deep. “You…”

I reached back and flicked on the light.

In an instant, the bright glare of the overhead light flooded the entire room.

A flicker of confusion crossed Fu Han’s handsome face.

He paused, cleared his throat, and found himself momentarily speechless, seemingly dazed by the sudden light and forgetting what he had intended to say.

“You wanted something?” I asked expressionlessly.

Fu Han quickly regained his usual ruthless demeanor, his gaze unfriendly. “A clever person like you should know why I’ve come looking for you.”

I shook my head in confusion, feeling somewhat awkward. “I don’t.”

Fu Han’s brow furrowed slightly as he continued, “It seems you don’t plan on having a proper conversation.”

I was incredibly sincere. “I truly don’t know why you’re looking for me.”

This time, Fu Han’s frown deepened as if he had detected my sincerity. “Fine, I’ll be direct.”

Is sincerity all it takes?

“You’ve hurt my person. Before I release your identity records, you’d better back off while you still can. Otherwise…”

I let out a cold laugh. “CEO Fu is such a kind person, giving a specific warning before taking revenge? Given your methods, shouldn’t you have just crushed an ant like me immediately?”

With Fu Han’s ruthless and sinister personality, he wouldn’t talk to me at all, nor would he give someone a chance to beg for mercy.

The only possibility was that he was currently being suppressed by me-or rather, by Shen Jing.

I didn’t know what dirt Shen Jing had on him, but I knew I couldn’t let my momentum falter now.

“Woman, you are provoking me.”

He narrowed his eyes, radiating danger.

I walked quickly up to him and looked down from above. He instinctively tilted his head back to look at me.

I elegantly reached out my hand and then flicked him right on the forehead.

Imitating Shen Jing’s style, I smiled like a fox and turned to leave under his utterly shocked gaze. “Sorry, *this* is a provocation.”