After Secretly Marrying the Top Celebrity, I Fell in Love - Chapter 36

Although she suffered from insomnia and didn’t sleep well last night, Bo Yiyan still woke up the moment her alarm clock rang.

The filming location was not far from the hotel, about a twenty-minute drive. The nearby transportation was convenient, with two bus routes going directly outside the set. In addition to buses, there were shared bicycles.

At 7:40 in the morning, Bo Yiyan arrived at the set according to the location shared in the group chat, twenty minutes early.

A lively scene unfolded before her eyes. Staff members were busy running around, their feet barely touching the ground.

“Teacher Bo, good morning!” A young girl carrying a costume called out to Bo Yiyan from a distance.

Bo Yiyan looked over, returned a smile to the girl, and politely greeted her in return: “Hello.”

At the dinner gathering last night, the entire crew was present. Besides the directors and actors, there were also various crew members. Everyone gathered in a large private room; the two directors and actors sat at one table, and the staff sat at another.

There were too many people, and it took Bo Yiyan a while to finally remember all the actors present. As for the staff, Bo Yiyan barely remembered the photographer, the lighting technician, the production manager, and the coordinator. Regarding the girl who just greeted her, Bo Yiyan couldn’t recall who she was for a moment.

However, seeing her carrying a costume, she was probably from the costume, makeup, and props department.

“…” The girl’s face inexplicably flushed, she bit her lower lip, and then ran away with the costume in her arms.

The two directors hadn’t arrived yet, and none of the other actors had shown up either. Since it was still early, Bo Yiyan decided to wander around the set, thinking about familiarizing herself with the environment.

Ten minutes later, a group of people, including Fu Yu, appeared on the set, instantly catching the attention of the staff, including Bo Yiyan.

Fu Yu stood at the forefront of the group, wearing a pair of exaggerated brown sunglasses on her high nose bridge, which covered most of her oval face. The woman’s lips were lightly pursed, not painted with lipstick, and were a healthy light pink.

The few strands of raspberry red highlights had been dyed back to black, and the curly hair had been straightened. Her straight, smooth, black hair flowed down her slender and delicate back.

Fu Yu was followed by three tall bodyguards, two female assistants, and a three-person makeup team.

Just as Bo Yiyan stood still, lost in thought, Fu Yu elegantly removed her sunglasses with a lift of her hand, holding the temples of the sunglasses. She strode towards Bo Yiyan on high heels.

“Xiao Bo, good morning~” Fu Yu came up to Bo Yiyan and took the initiative to say hello.

“Teacher Fu, morning.” Bo Yiyan slightly bowed and said politely.

“Why aren’t you waiting inside the makeup room?” Fu Yu asked caringly, “Do you not know where the makeup room is?”

“I know, the production assistant just told me.” Bo Yiyan answered truthfully, “I saw that it was still early, so I thought about getting familiar with the set.”

“Let’s go now then,” Fu Yu invited, “It’s about time.”

Bo Yiyan: “Okay.”

As they spoke, Fu Yu glanced at Bo Yiyan’s side and noticed she was alone, without an assistant or makeup artist.

Fu Yu: “Just you? Where’s your assistant? And your makeup artist?”

Bo Yiyan said naturally: “I don’t have an assistant or a makeup artist.”

Fu Yu’s expression hesitated for a moment, but she immediately recovered the faint smile on her lips and said, “Let’s go, we’ll go to the makeup room together.”

Bo Yiyan gently hummed in agreement and followed behind Fu Yu. The group headed towards the direction of the makeup rooms.

The makeup rooms were not far.

“My makeup room is next to yours, and then next to that is Zhou Wen Kai’s makeup room.” Fu Yu stopped in front of one of the makeup room doors and turned sideways to look at Bo Yiyan.

“Zhou Wen Kai is the male lead, you know that, right? He didn’t come to the dinner yesterday; he’s famously known in the industry as the ‘Desperate Three Lang’ (a workaholic). He was rushing announcements even yesterday; he’s super driven. But don’t worry, he’s easy to get along with; he’s a chatterbox in private.”

Bo Yiyan: “Understood.”

Fu Yu’s assistant opened the door of the makeup room one step ahead of her, then moved aside and stood to the side.

Fu Yu smiled slightly at Bo Yiyan and said, “See you later then~”

Bo Yiyan: “Okay.”

As soon as Bo Yiyan sat down in front of the makeup mirror, a rush of footsteps sounded behind her. It was the makeup artist leading two assistants who appeared at the doorway. Each of the three was carrying a black professional makeup case.

The makeup artist actively greeted Bo Yiyan: “Teacher Bo, good morning!”

“You arrived early.”

Bo Yiyan: “Good morning. You will have to work hard today.”

The makeup artist was stunned, then smiled and said: “Not at all, not at all! Teacher Bo, you are too polite.”

As she spoke, the makeup artist brought her case into the room, followed by the two assistants, one of whom conveniently closed the door of the makeup room.

The hustle and bustle of the set were instantly isolated outside.

The makeup artist first needed to do pre-makeup skincare for Bo Yiyan. Seeing the somewhat reserved female second lead, she kindly reminded her: “Teacher Bo, the makeup will take a while. You can play on your phone if you’d like.”

“When we do your hair later, you can also take a nap if you’re sleepy.”

Bo Yiyan lowered her eyelashes and politely said “Thank you” to the makeup artist.

The makeup artist chuckled: “Teacher Bo, you’re really too kind.”

Indeed, just as the makeup artist said, from makeup to hairdressing and finally changing into the costume, the entire process took a total of two hours.

This was already because Bo Yiyan had good features; otherwise, it would have taken even longer. The makeup actually didn’t take much time; most of the time was spent on the hair.

The makeup artist knew Director Zhang’s temper too well. This silver hair was crucial. If the smooth and flowing texture wasn’t achieved, they would be waiting for a reprimand.

At Zhang Mingxiu’s request, the publicity photos Bo Yiyan was taking today were for the female second lead, Zhou Zhirong, after she fell into the demon path.

The script described it as: After falling into the demon path, Zhou Zhirong’s appearance became even more seductive, her silver hair like a waterfall from the Ninth Heaven, her red lips crimson, and she became addicted to slaughter.

Bo Yiyan had insomnia last night and was sleepy now. While the makeup artist was doing her hair, Bo Yiyan thought about closing her eyes to rest.

As a result, she really fell asleep after closing her eyes.

The makeup artist didn’t wake Bo Yiyan until the silver long hair was done. Finally, the makeup artist held a tiny calligraphy brush dipped in bright red lipstick and hand-painted a Phoenix flower on Bo Yiyan’s forehead.

The makeup artist was originally an art student who later switched to the makeup industry, so some of her makeup techniques unconsciously retained the habits of an art student.

This Phoenix flower was the finishing touch of the entire look.

The makeup artist focused her breath on painting the Phoenix flower the whole time. Only after the flower was complete did the makeup artist look back at the mirror.

“…!” The makeup artist looked at Bo Yiyan in the mirror, her eyes suddenly widened, and she was so stunned by the awe-inspiring beauty that she couldn’t speak for a moment.

“Clatter,” the brush in her hand fell to the ground in response.

The surroundings were very quiet. Bo Yiyan’s sleep was always light, plus she was only in a shallow sleep. The sound of the falling brush was particularly clear to Bo Yiyan.

“…” Bo Yiyan slowly opened her eyelids. When she saw herself in the mirror, her long lashes trembled slightly.

It was the first time Bo Yiyan saw herself with silver hair. The wig was very natural, so natural that it looked like her own hair, smooth and flowing, shimmering with a healthy luster under the light.

The makeup on her face was not heavy. She had initially thought the demon look would be very dramatic, but it was not. The eyeliner was an inner liner, and the tail was not extended very long.

A large red Phoenix flower on her forehead was lifelike and passionately fiery.

“Teacher Bo is so… so beautiful!” one of the assistants was the first to break the silence, staring at Bo Yiyan with wide, round black eyes, so excited that she started stuttering.

Bo Yiyan moved her gaze from the mirror and turned to look at the makeup artist and the two assistants, modestly saying: “Thank you for your hard work.”

“It’s not hard, it’s our job,” the makeup artist said, full of satisfaction with her masterpiece, her mouth curving into a big smile.

With that, the makeup artist looked at one of the assistants and asked her to get the female second lead’s costume. Shortly after, the assistant returned with the costume and followed Bo Yiyan into the dressing room.

Bo Yiyan politely declined the assistant’s offer to help and changed her clothes alone in the dressing room.

Ancient-style costumes were indeed more complicated to wear, but fortunately, Bo Yiyan had also been an extra in many historical dramas, so it was not difficult for her at all.

The extras’ clothes were generally cheap, completely incomparable to the lead actors’ costumes. Bo Yiyan looked at the female second lead’s costume in her hand. There were three inner layers alone, and the fabric felt smooth and flowing to the touch, instantly generating a sense of coolness.

After changing into the three inner and three outer layers of the costume, Bo Yiyan emerged from the dressing room, holding the train of the dress that trailed to the floor.

Three sharp gasps simultaneously sounded in the makeup room.

The makeup artist and the two assistants were frozen in place, their eyes all looking in the same direction, mouths wide open enough to fit an egg.

“Go! Hurry up and call Director Chen to come over and look!” The makeup artist reluctantly moved her gaze from Bo Yiyan and clearly spoke to an assistant.

“Okay!” One of the assistants snapped back to reality, nodded heavily, and ran off.

Zhang Mingxiu was currently overseeing the male lead’s hair and makeup. Coincidentally, there was a problem with the male lead’s look, and he couldn’t leave for a while, feeling a bit frustrated.

Zhang Mingxiu’s brow was clouded, and he said in a deep voice: “Okay, I’ll be right over.”

In the adjacent makeup room, Fu Yu had finished her styling and changed into her costume five minutes ago. She was currently taking selfies with her phone, having taken dozens of pictures in a row.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Fu Yu’s extremely black and white eyes shifted, and a brilliant idea came to mind.

The assistant returned to the makeup room and truthfully informed the makeup artist of the situation.

“Director Zhang is busy right now and can’t step away. He said he’ll come later.”

Just as the words fell, footsteps sounded outside the door. Following the sound, everyone looked towards the doorway. The person who arrived was not the director, but the female lead, Fu Yu.

Fu Yu was dressed in a flowing light blue ancient-style costume, with a pure white inner garment. The wide cuffs were embroidered with dark patterns of Phoenix flowers, and a belt of the same color was cinched around her waist.

Her straight black hair was spread over her back, with a loosely gathered bun tied at the back of her head, secured by a white jade hairpin. She wore light makeup, only foundation, and her lipstick was a rosy-bean color close to her natural lip color.

Fu Yu, cross-dressing as a man, gave the first impression of: beautiful features, with the demeanor of a female consort (Fuma).

Because Fu Yu had lost too much weight, the costume made her figure appear overly thin, which was the most prominent characteristic of the female lead’s persona, and also the visual effect Zhang Mingxiu wanted the actress to achieve: slender figure, sickly and frail.

“Xiao Bo, let me see if you’re done.” Fu Yu smiled brightly, leaning against the door frame to admire Bo Yiyan’s look.

Bo Yiyan was standing with her back to the makeup mirror. Her silver hair cascaded over her back, smooth and flowing like the finest silk. A moon-white long robe accentuated Bo Yiyan’s tall and slender figure, giving her an immortal, celestial, and transcendent feel.

The exquisite little Phoenix flower on her forehead was imbued with a taste of bloodlust.

One thought leads to God, one thought leads to Demon.

The two concepts of “God” and “Demon,” which should be impossible to exist simultaneously, were somehow seamlessly integrated and perfectly interpreted by Bo Yiyan at this moment.

“Xiao Bo, can I take a picture of you?” Fu Yu held a rose-gold phone in her hand and smiled, shaking the phone at Bo Yiyan.

Fu Yu’s smile instantly made the makeup artist and the three assistants blush.

It felt like… they were about to be turned gay!

“Sure.” Bo Yiyan agreed without hesitation.

In C City, it was pouring rain, accompanied by bursts of deafening thunder, and flashes of lightning occasionally broke through the dark sky.

Ye Manqing was sitting by the window in the private room of a tea house, leisurely sipping tea and waiting for someone.

Suddenly, the phone on the table “dinged,” signaling a WeChat notification.

Ye Manqing put down the celadon tea cup in her hand, then unhurriedly picked up her phone and looked down to check WeChat.

Knowing that it was unlikely to be a message from Bo Yiyan at this hour, as she would be very busy taking her publicity photos today, Ye Manqing had no expectation and didn’t care who sent the WeChat message.

She clicked on it and saw that it was actually a message from Fu Yu.

Does she have time now?

Fu Yu: [Do you want exclusive publicity photos of your wife?]

Ye Manqing’s mouth slightly curved, and a faint smile, like a lotus, spread across her lips. She skillfully typed a single Chinese character and clicked send.

Ye Manqing: [Yes.]

Fu Yu: [One million per photo.]

Ye Manqing: [However many you have, I want them all.]

Fu Yu: […]

Ye Manqing: [?]

Fu Yu: [Wuwuwu why did I only take one, I regret it so much!!!]

Ye Manqing: [Send it.]

Fu Yu: [Okay, Boss (smile)]

A few seconds later, the major celebrity Fu, who would have done well as a businesswoman, sent a photo.

“…!” A look of astonishment flashed in Ye Manqing’s eyes, and she steadied her rapidly beating heart.

Her fingertip landed back on the phone screen, lightly tapping the photo, and waiting for the original image to load.

In the photo, Bo Yiyan, in a moon-white ancient costume, was smiling at the camera. Her straight silver hair cascaded down to her waist, with a blooming crimson Phoenix flower on her forehead.

Her smile looked a little reserved, giving rise to a hint of cuteness.

It was rare to associate the word “cute” with Bo Yiyan, as she always exuded a maturity that did not belong to her age.

Ye Manqing long-pressed the phone screen, saved the photo to her album, and clicked collect/favorite.

Putting down her phone, Ye Manqing picked up the tea cup and slowly took a sip of the fragrant tea.

The next second, Ye Manqing put down the tea cup and picked up the phone from the table. She first opened WeChat, then opened the chat box with Bo Yiyan, and went to the background settings.

The woman clicked on the album “My Favorites” and set Bo Yiyan’s publicity photo as the chat background for the two of them.

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