When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 232

Volume Ten: Those Few Years After She and I Broke Up

Intimate Lover

“Do you have a fucking masochistic streak?” Wen Nuan couldn’t help but say.

The manager had long recognized Ji Siming’s identity. Hearing his own artist retort with profanity after being confessed to by Film Emperor Ji, he gasped in shock.

Ji Siming understood Wen Nuan’s indiscriminate speech; after all, he hadn’t expected to be so impulsive himself.

He smiled faintly. “No.”

“I scared you, didn’t I?”

Wen Nuan scoffed coldly. “You scared my manager.”

The manager stood beside Wen Nuan, practically whimpering, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

“…” Ji Siming looked at the bespectacled man to the side and extended his hand. “I have long looked up to your great name, the Great Manager Zhou.”

Zhou Hao shook his hand and smiled. “Film Emperor Ji, I have long looked up to your great name too.”

Hearing the words “long looked up to your great name,” Ji Siming felt a conditioned reflex of self-cringe.

“So the Great Manager Zhou has come out of retirement to manage Wen Nuan.”

“Don’t call me Wen Nuan; I’m not that close with you,” Wen Nuan coldly rejected.

Zhou Hao nudged Wen Nuan and gave her a look.

Ji Siming was, after all, a Film Emperor who had mixed in the entertainment circle for many years; both his skill and background were top-notch. Although Wen Nuan was an artist under Linguan Entertainment, backed by the Feili Group, she was ultimately a newcomer in the industry. Some respect still had to be given to seniors with reputation and prestige.

Receiving Zhou Hao’s signal, Wen Nuan rolled her eyes towards the sky at Ji Siming.

Zhou Hao: “….”

So un-worry-saving¹, so un-worry-saving.

“Film Emperor Ji can see that the artist is immature, so I have to personally guide her,” Zhou Hao smoothed things over.

He grinned and said, “The last time I met and chatted with Film Emperor Ji was three years ago. You’re just as willing to joke around as always, huh.”

Ji Siming knew the implication behind Zhou Hao’s words, but since he was full of interest in Wen Nuan, he directly rejected Zhou Hao’s goodwill.

He stated frankly, “The Great Manager Zhou might have misunderstood. I wasn’t joking in the slightest just now. I fell in love with Wen Nuan at first sight and I want to pursue her. Does the Great Manager Zhou have any dissatisfaction with that?”

Wen Nuan didn’t want to interact with Ji Siming any longer; this guy seemed incapable of understanding human speech.

Zhou Hao raised an eyebrow. “Naturally, I have no dissatisfaction with Film Emperor Ji. It’s just that my artist is still young and inexperienced. I worry she might encounter people with ill intentions who would bully her. As an elder, I can’t bear to see that, so naturally, I have to be responsible to the end. Don’t you agree, Film Emperor Ji?”

His words implicitly mocked Ji Siming for his chaotic private life, warning him not to come and ruin Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan was surprised by Zhou Hao’s eloquence.

The smile froze on Ji Siming’s lips. He glanced at Wen Nuan’s indifferent face beside him. “Manager Zhou has always been very responsible, which is a good thing for an artist. But if Manager Zhou’s responsibility delays the artist’s future development, wouldn’t that be doing a disservice out of kindness?”

Wen Nuan’s gaze hardened.

Sensing his artist’s emotional fluctuation, Zhou Hao stepped in front of Wen Nuan, smiling politely. “There’s no need for Film Emperor Ji to worry about such small matters. Although Linguan Entertainment is a newly established small company, we still have the ability to cultivate a newcomer. After all, the Feili Group isn’t a vegetarian².”

The warning and threat in his tone were obvious.

Ji Siming pressed his tongue against his cheek and chuckled softly. “Alright, it’s getting late. You two go back to your rooms and rest. I won’t disturb you anymore. See you tomorrow.”

“Take care, Film Emperor Ji. See you tomorrow,” Zhou Hao said politely.

Watching Ji Siming’s figure disappear from the lobby, he sighed. “How did you provoke him?”

Wen Nuan was speechless. “I just sat on the sofa and did nothing, do you believe that?”

“I believe it.”

Wen Nuan was surprised. “That’s rare.”

This was the first time Zhou Hao had believed her with such certainty.

Zhou Hao rubbed his chin, a look of disdain on his face. “Ji Siming is a sanctimonious hypocrite. That guy really knows how to play around; he likes women who are beautiful, have good bodies, and have nice legs. Coincidentally, you possess all three. Given Ji Siming’s nature, he won’t let you off easily. I’m afraid our half-month with the crew won’t be pleasant.”

Wen Nuan sneered. “Am I afraid of him?”

“It’s not a question of being afraid. That guy has plenty of tricks for dealing with women. Even the fiercest women can be conquered by Ji Siming.” Zhou Hao’s eyes flashed with apprehension and worry.

“Do you know Fang Yunmiao?”

Wen Nuan raised an eyebrow. “That popular small flower³ known as the Yunu Sect Master⁴?”

“Uh-huh. Did you know? She used to hate philandering men like Ji Siming. But after shooting a music video with him, she started stalking him relentlessly, declaring she wouldn’t marry anyone but him. Don’t you think that’s scary?”

Wen Nuan wasn’t very clear about entertainment industry gossip, but she did know a bit about Fang Yunmiao.

She took the high-cold, innocent route and claimed to like loyal, deep lovers, but ended up being pulled down from her pedestal by Ji Siming, becoming just another one of his many suitors.

Zhou Hao’s worried gaze fell on Wen Nuan as he advised earnestly, “Stay away from Ji Siming during the shoot. Don’t let him latch onto you. Luckily, you don’t have any solo scenes with him in 《Palace Mutiny》⁵, otherwise, it would be really hard to deal with.”

Wen Nuan gave her manager some peace of mind and replied, “Mn.”

The two rooms were adjacent, 1301 and 1302.

It was a standard room with a king-size bed. Wen Nuan unpacked, washed up, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, looking at the “loving breakfast” delivered to her door, Wen Nuan looked fierce: “Fuck off!”

Ji Siming didn’t get angry, smiling brilliantly. “I made it myself. Want a taste?”

“Eat it yourself.” Wen Nuan gave him the middle finger and slammed the door shut.

Ji Siming: “…..”

Wild enough, spicy enough. He loved it.

Wen Nuan, having been woken up by Ji Siming, washed up briefly and waited for Zhou Hao to take her to the set.

The moment the director saw Wen Nuan, the satisfaction and amazement in his eyes were obvious. He told Wen Nuan to go get her makeup done immediately and prepare for shooting.

Although Wen Nuan was to be with the crew for half a month, her total shooting time only added up to three or four days.

The makeup artist applying her makeup marveled at her skin.

Wen Nuan sat lazily in the chair, letting the makeup artist touch her face.

Hearing the makeup artist say it was done, she was then dragged by the costumer to change into her costume.

Ji Siming had just finished a scene when he saw the costumed Wen Nuan walk onto the set.

Her exquisite face was painted with seductive plum blossom makeup; her phoenix eyes slanted upwards, appearing even more charming and amorous. The allure revealed between the opening and closing of her brows was simply soul-hooking, making people unable to stop desiring her.

She wore a red gauze robe, with a white peony tube top faintly visible underneath. Her waist was bound by a purple sash, looking small enough to be held in one hand. Her jet-black hair fell vertically to her waist, and the emerald buyao⁶ swayed as she walked, shaking people’s hearts.

In that instant, people seemed to see the bright and beautiful huakui⁷ of the capital.

Qing Yao.

Ji Siming’s gaze upon Wen Nuan became even more scorching. Zhou Hao noticed Ji Siming’s look and frowned tightly.

He knew in his heart that even though they were backed by the Feili Group, facing off against Ji Siming, Wen Nuan—as a rookie just starting out—couldn’t win.

The determination to possess in Ji Siming’s eyes was already clearly visible; Wen Nuan likely wouldn’t be able to dodge his offensive.

Zhou Hao sighed deeply. Being too beautiful is both a blessing and a disaster in the entertainment industry.

They can easily get everything they want, but they can also be easily obtained by people with ill intentions.

With demons lurking all around the entertainment circle, who can truly remain clean and innocent?!

If Wen Nuan got on good terms with Ji Siming, maybe it would be better for her future development?

Zhou Hao thought to himself.

Ji Siming’s gaze annoyed Wen Nuan. She shot a cold glare his way and casually gave him the finger.

Her lips moved, soundlessly mouthing: “…Look at your fucking Ma⁸, look!”

Ji Siming raised an eyebrow and hooked the corner of his mouth.

What to do? He liked her even more.

Watching Ji Siming launch all sorts of fierce offensives at her every day, Wen Nuan’s hands got itchier and itchier.

“If I beat someone to death one day, can you handle it?” Wen Nuan asked.

Zhou Hao was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Wen Nuan ignored the wink Ji Siming threw at her and gritted her teeth. “This Daddy⁹ wants to beat Ji Siming to death!”

During this time, Ji Siming’s harassment annoyed her greatly. She was already irritable because Yi Jing was ignoring her, and Ji Siming was buzzing around like a fly, making her distracted and upset.

“…..” Zhou Hao understood Wen Nuan’s distress and persuaded, “Just hold on. Three more days and we’ll wrap up and leave the crew.”

“This Daddy can’t tolerate it for even one more day. This dog cunt¹⁰ keeps making eyes at me; I’m going to vomit.”

“Endure it,” Zhou Hao suppressed Wen Nuan. “Don’t cause trouble, just pretend you don’t see him.”

Wen Nuan clenched her fist and said viciously, “If he dares to wink at me again, I’ll poke his dog eyes out.”

Zhou Hao: “…..”

Being a manager was really getting harder and harder.

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It was a little over a month until the New Year. The Feili Group was in its busy season, and Yi Jing was dizzy with work every day.

She kept herself constantly busy so she wouldn’t think about the things—or… person—that shook her mind.

Twilight fell.

Yi Jing looked at the briefing submitted by Secretary Li, paused at one page, and asked, “How is the shooting progress of the TV series 《Palace Mutiny》?”

Secretary Li said without changing her expression, “All actors have joined the crew. It is estimated to wrap up completely in mid-November.”

She shifted her gaze and deliberately said, “Linguan Entertainment’s artist Wen Nuan has been with the crew for almost half a month. It seems she will wrap up and leave in two days. The director gave feedback saying our company’s artist is of high quality and has good acting skills, expressing an intention to continue cooperation.”

“Is that so?” Yi Jing held the paper with her fingertips, her face calm and ripple-less.

Secretary Li nodded. “Yes, Miss Wen has a very good image. She plays the role of a huakui in 《Palace Mutiny》, and it feels a bit like she’s playing herself. Miss Wen acted very well, and the director is very satisfied.”

Hearing “playing herself.”

Yi Jing hooked the corner of her lips. “Director Zeng of 《Palace Mutiny》 has always had a good eye for people.”

“However….”

Hearing Secretary Li hesitate, Yi Jing put down the tablet and tapped the desk with her fingertips. “If you have something to say, say it.”

“Miss Wen has encountered some trouble recently.”

Her finger paused, and Yi Jing pretended not to care, letting out an “Oh.”

Secretary Li continued on her own accord: “The male lead of 《Palace Mutiny》 is Film Emperor Ji Siming. Although this Film Emperor Ji has superb acting skills, his character isn’t great. His private life is rather chaotic, and his relationships with men and women are complicated.”

“Miss Wen is beautiful and has a good figure. Judging by the style of women Film Emperor Ji likes, Miss Wen fits his type perfectly.”

Yi Jing frowned slightly. “Get to the point.”

Secretary Li summarized, “Film Emperor Ji has bluntly stated he wants to pursue Miss Wen, so Miss Wen is often subjected to Film Emperor Ji’s harassment on set.”

Yi Jing had been deliberately ignoring online news lately; she was avoiding everything related to her.

But now, she had merely caught a glimpse of her trace by accident, and all the emotions sprouted up like bamboo shoots after rain, growing out of control.

Yi Jing lowered her eyes. “What are the attitudes of both parties? If the interest is mutual, the company has no rule against artists dating.”

If…

Forget it.

Secretary Li said, “Film Emperor Ji really wants to pursue Miss Wen, but Miss Wen is very distressed by his pursuit. She has rejected him many times, but Film Emperor Ji continues to pursue her relentlessly.”

Yi Jing’s brows relaxed, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “I understand.”

Secretary Li waited for a while, and confirming Yi Jing had no further instructions, she probed, “Then Boss… I’ll go back to work?”

“Go ahead.”

Yi Jing saw Secretary Li about to leave, then called her back. “Secretary Li?”

As if she knew this would happen, Secretary Li turned around calmly and smiled. “Please give your instructions, Boss.”

Yi Jing coughed lightly. “Assemble a legal team for Linguan Entertainment. If artists under the banner suffer harassment, let legal help resolve it to ensure the artists’ physical and mental health and safety.”

Secretary Li understood and nodded. “Okay, Boss.”

Yi Jing watched Secretary Li walk out of the office. She let out a long breath, opened Weibo on her computer, and checked the recent entertainment news.

#Ji Siming passionately confesses to popular artist Wen Nuan#

#Ji Siming and Wen Nuan: Romance born from drama#

#Ji Siming and Wen Nuan: A match made in heaven, a talented man and a beautiful woman#

#Wen Nuan suspected of being kept by Ji Siming, using hype to climb the ladder#

…..

Yi Jing looked at these news headlines, her frown deepening and tightening.

The mouse scrolled down, and the cursor suddenly stopped.

Yi Jing’s pupils dilated slightly as she looked at the headline on the screen.

#Wen Nuan publicly declares she has a lover and wants to marry “Her”#

This news didn’t have high readership, and there were only a dozen comments.

Most comments felt this news was nonsense, and some asked if the author made a typo—shouldn’t it be “Him” instead of “Her”?

But the author replied in the comments, stating they really heard Wen Nuan say with her own mouth that she had a female lover she wanted to marry.

The time was one week ago, and the location was the airport.

Yi Jing looked at this title, and the rhythm of her heartbeat, beat after beat, was deafening.

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