Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband
Chapter 47: "Linghua

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: "Linghua

Afterward, the program team did some backup segments and additional material filming.

Jiang Mian got up and saw them off when they were nearly finished.

Leaning on the sofa, Jiang Mian felt especially tired.

Luo Ting, who had been present as her agent the whole time, was so astonished she didn’t say a word.

She teased with a laugh, "You really dare to talk nonsense. Netizens today are like Detective Conan; if you tell lies, be careful someone might come out and give you a harsh ’face-slapping’."

Jiang Mian felt somewhat helpless and hugged a cushion, "Who knew Fu Sichen would stuff my house with so many treasures worth a fortune."

Huh??

Jiang Mian suddenly sat up; had it not been for the interview by the director’s team just now, she really hadn’t considered this issue.

That villa in the North City Center, not to mention, it was possible that the wealth accumulated by the older generation had bought it as a marriage home for him.

But the décor in this marriage home was all worth millions, and it wasn’t just one piece of it.

Luo Ting noticed Jiang Mian’s thoughts and continued, "So, is Captain Fu really just a military man? From what I see, the furnishings here are no less valuable than your big villa in Su City."

"Let’s just leave it for now, ask him about it when there’s time."

Jiang Mian began looking over the itinerary Luo Ting passed to her.

"I asked the program team during a break; the exact time for the second recording is probably more than a week away. So in the meantime, there’s a red carpet event. Although it’s not really about you, it wouldn’t hurt to show your face."

Jiang Mian’s red lips twitched; her agent really spoke the blunt truth.

"I also asked about He Qianyi. The last play she auditioned for was ’Linghua’, a big IP, with Director Ming Lang and producer Chen Guang. The male and female leads have already been decided, but for the rival female lead role in the drama, everyone’s fighting tooth and nail, and there’s been no movement on their part yet."

Jiang Mian vaguely knew of this director and producer, the ’Ming Bright’ duo, renowned for their quality productions.

The leads in their last collaboration had already become the current famous Movie Queen and Movie Emperor.

"As for the casting audition, I’ve applied for you, but we can only go if we receive a notification. We can only wait and see."

Jiang Mian had a good idea about what Luo Ting meant. Everyone wanted a piece of a big production, and who gets noticed often comes down to a mix of luck and skill out of thousands.

Jiang Mian stood up and picked up the e-reader from the couch, "Off to study."

Luo Ting stared as the woman’s frail yet proud figure gradually disappeared at the top of the stairs.

It’s about time this lady caught fire...

*

The night descended like an invisible hand, the leaden clouds pressing down, and suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, there came the "pitter-patter" sound of water.

Jiang Mian, tears not yet dried on the e-reader’s screen displaying the original novel of "Linghua," felt a fresh wave of emotion spill forth.

"Cough, cough..."

A cough came from the doorway.

Jiang Mian glanced up and saw Fu Sichen, his hair slightly damp, leaning lazily against the door.

When he saw the woman’s slightly swollen peach blossom eyes, his heart twisted, and he approached anxiously, "What’s wrong? Did the program team do something?"

The sudden concern from Fu Sichen left Jiang Mian unsure of how to begin.

"I’ll make a phone call."

"Fu Sichen, it has nothing to do with them. I got teary from reading a book."

Jiang Mian grabbed his hand quickly but then pulled away,

"I want to challenge a script. Sister Ting said we have to wait for the audition notification. I just wanted to read the original book, but I didn’t expect to end up crying."

The bright light in the room highlighted Jiang Mian’s pale and flushed cheeks, making her look particularly pitiable. Fu Sichen reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes, "Alright, don’t cry like that again."

The man’s rough fingertips were slightly ticklish against her face, and Jiang Mian pushed Fu Sichen towards the bathroom, "Enough, I’m fine. You’re soaked; better take a shower quickly."

"I’ll read for a bit longer."

"Snap—"