Chapter 6: Lucy’s Provocation

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Don’t you notice how I get more and more screen time, surpassing him? He’s a loner…”

Jiang Sheng’s manager finally understood Lucy’s arrogance now—she had hooked up with the shareholders of the world’s largest production company, having endless resources on hand. In the industry, she could do whatever she wanted, and very few dared to provoke her. She became even arrogant with her speech.

“Who do you think you are, b*tching around in front of me. The next time you do this again, I’ll show you hell.” Ning Xue’s gaze was cold and sharp, locked onto Lucy’s face like a venomous snake.

Lucy flinched, and when she came around, she was already gawking at Ning Xue’s back.

Soon, they were about to shoot the next scene. It was like what Lucy had said—they had cut Jiang Sheng’s scenes.

They had changed a location now—a room with a huge round bed, four thick hemp ropes hanging around it from the top. Looking through the sky-blue gauze curtains was the black and starry night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. A bamboo rocking chair, a long table made of deadwood, and blooming jasmine flowers sat on the corner of the retro and elegant bedroom. The set design wasn’t expensive, mainly wood and bamboo, decorated with flowers and plants, supplementing warm and simple qualities to the room.

In this scene, Jiang Sheng only had a few shots. The rest were all Lucy. She walked out of the bathroom wearing only a bodysuit, showing off her flat, tight abdomen and tiny waist. Her skin reflected the night’s gentle glow, water droplets dripping off her exposed arms and perky chests. She removed her hair tie and threw it away, her wavy hair falling loose on her shoulders.

Lucy had always been confident in her body. She threw a provocative look at Ning Xue. Ning Xue remained expressionless, yet Jiang Sheng’s manager next to her felt chills.

During their break, Jiang Sheng dashed towards Ning Xue, cuddling against her. “That was so tiring, honey.” He lowered his head, and Ning Xue rubbed his hair—he was adorable.

“You only had two shots.”

Immediately, Jiang Sheng knew what she was talking about—his wife was heartbroken.

“It’s fine. That’s how the script and story plot goes. But first things first, what are we having for lunch?”

“Let’s head back to the mansion and have Auntie Liu prepare your favorite dishes.”

“Sure.”

Jiang Sheng’s manager had no choice but to come forward. “Well… you still have another scene at two.”

“We’ll be there,” he reassured.

Once in a blue moon, Ning Xue phoned their chauffeur to pick them up. And while they reached home as they walked past the garden, she got distracted and wobbled on her heels, falling backward. It had caught Jiang Sheng off guard—her inertia took over, taking him with her. Before they could land on the stone path, he clutched her tight and rolled to his right onto the lawn.

He cushioned her in an awkward position, with her limbs spread on top. Even more embarrassing, her chest landed right between his lips, heaving violently, emitting a mesmerizing fragrance.

It was then the chauffeur had remembered he needed to know what time he should pick the couple up. When he turned his gaze, he saw the inappropriate couple. Shoot—he hurried off.

Jiang Sheng held his breath unconsciously, but he knew it was a matter of time before he would be exposed. His lips were pressing against the thin material of her clothing, the tip of his nose touching her exposed cleavage. Her faint scent filling his nose was stimulating each of his senses. Instantly, blood surged through his body, and he felt his urge rising. Trying his best to put out the fire, red flooded on his face.

Heart thumping wild inside her chest, Ning Xue could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her body went rigid.

It was Jiang Sheng who had broken the tension and said hoarsely, “Honey, you have to get up first.”

Ning Xue came back to her senses. She pushed herself up and rolled over, lying next to him.

He felt the turf sink as he listened to her gasped breathing. Once waiting long enough that her softness and fragrance were gone, he exhaled a long sigh to regain his composure. He stood up, eyes drawing towards her slim waist. It was almost as if he could feel himself slipping his hands around it. The fire of arousal returned to his eyes as the heat burned through his skin—they hadn’t done it since he’d made her mad the last month.

“The paving’s uneven. You’ve got to be more careful.”

Ning Xue smoothed her hands over her clothes and got up. “Yeah, I know.”

They walked at the same pace before Jiang Sheng broke the silence. “Could you please hold my hand? I’m afraid of tripping over again.” How rare it was to see her gentle side—he needed to grasp his chance.