I Was Taken by the Female Lead After Transmigrating into a Book - Chapter 90

Li Wei’s gaze was full of calculation and scrutiny, as if he were trying to gauge the truthfulness of Li Ran’s words.

Li Ran’s expression grew more vigilant, and he instinctively made a slight movement when Li Wei did, full of caution.

The scenes in the corridor and the classroom were shot separately. Bai Feifei was trapped beside a pile of debris made of old tables and chairs piled on top of each other. Her school uniform, which was clean when she arrived, was now dirty, covered in shoeprints and mud.

The difference between a kick mark and a light stomp is significant, especially when a person is sitting. The size and folding of the footprint on the fabric will also be different. Li Ke was very particular in some situations and required someone to be wearing the clothes to leave the marks. These shoeprints were all genuinely kicked onto the uniform.

At first, they looked for a staff member with a similar build to Bai Feifei, but the girl wasn’t a professional stunt double and was clearly forced into it. Bai Feifei didn’t agree and ended up doing it herself.

The supporting actors, seeing it was her, obviously held back some of their strength. It took them over half an hour to finish, but Li Ke complained that the environment of the abandoned classroom floor wasn’t realistic, so they spent another half a day re-staging the scene.

In the end, only the actors and the cameraman remained in the fixed circle. Following the real situation of physical abuse to vent their anger, they began to film Bai Feifei being kicked and beaten in real time.

Although they didn’t use much force, the crew provided sufficient protective gear. She was wearing thick protective pads underneath. Bai Feifei began to unseasonably thank the month-long heavy rain, which forced everyone to change into their autumn school uniforms. The long pants and long sleeves could provide protection; otherwise, injuries would have been unavoidable.

Even so, after the classroom scene was completed, Bai Feifei still felt a dull ache all over her body.

There were scrapes from being dragged across the floor by her hair. She didn’t know if her scalp was bleeding or if she had lost any hair. She sat on a chair, gasping for air, but her bound hands and feet began to feel painfully numb from poor circulation, as if a million ants were crawling on them.

Bai Feifei raised her head and scanned the set but couldn’t find Huo Wu.

She lowered her head dejectedly. Since her entire body was numb and throbbing, her eyes filled with tears, but she took a deep breath, trying hard not to actually cry.

She suddenly thought that if Huo Wu were there, she probably would have cried. Not only would she cry, but she would also cry while asking Huo Wu to untie her, and she would also stuff herself into Huo Wu’s arms, or she would hold Huo Wu.

Then, she would find a secluded corner to kiss, hug, and rest for a while, feeling like she was alive again.

But now that Huo Wu wasn’t there, Bai Feifei blinked, her eyelashes a little moist. Her emotions became a straight line as she began to mobilize her feelings and merge with Fusang.

Li Ke secretly gestured for the cameraman to film the details of this state.

The camera truthfully showed everything about Bai Feifei in a genuinely tied-up state: her swollen, congested hands, her bleeding wrists, the scraped skin, and the strands of hair that had fallen to the ground. At this moment, Bai Feifei raised her head.

Even though her limbs were uncontrollably twitching and trembling from the pain, her face was pale, her brow slightly furrowed with discomfort, and her lips were constantly exhaling to try and relieve the pain—her eyes remained calm.

Beneath the calmness was a look of indifference, even mockery.

Li Ke, however, happily rubbed his hands and exchanged a glance with a staff member on the side, both showing their satisfaction.

On the monitor beside them, after seeing Fusang’s expression, the two disabled abusers, who had initially put on a winning smile, exchanged glances. They realized the smiles on their faces were now stiff, hanging on a layer of human skin. Their eyes were filled with anger and embarrassment. The person being abused was tied up and covered in injuries, unable to move, yet she showed no sign of submission.

This contrast was too vivid, but it was also what Li Ke had always wanted to capture and change.

Bai Feifei had a very contradictory temperament. She seemed not to care about anything, and her emotions would fluctuate greatly at times, making people think she was self-indulgent. But only on rare occasions could one see the stubbornness and unyielding spirit hidden deep within her soul, hidden behind the facade she created for the outside world.

And it was this unyielding spirit, this lack of concern, this indifference, and even this mockery that was the best counterattack against these people.

Both sides finished their separate scenes and finally met for the final scene.

During a brief break, Bai Feifei was sprayed with a colorless spray. The on-set doctor, who had been waiting for a long time, came up and began massaging her, mainly to improve blood circulation.

Bai Feifei’s wrists and ankles were completely bruised.

She lay flat on a cleaned-up open space, letting the doctor work on her. Her mind began to wander again. The first time they were intimate at the hotel, she had difficulty moving. She would often make a series of whimpers when no one was around—especially when Huo Wu was there.

So the second time, Huo Wu was very careful. Bai Feifei could clearly feel that her limbs were being controlled by Huo Wu. Sometimes they would be gripped tightly, sometimes they would be relaxed, and sometimes a pair of hands would put them together, making her ankles touch.

Huo Wu was so careful to make sure she wouldn’t be affected in her daily work. Even when there were no side effects, she would still occasionally massage the muscles in her hands and feet. Huo Wu was so careful, yet now she was still covered in injuries.

She started to worry if Huo Wu would be angry when she saw her like this, especially since the next scene was with her, and Huo Wu had to be in the character of Wu Ling.

What would Wu Ling’s reaction be when she saw Fusang in this state?

She found it difficult to imagine how Huo Wu would perform, but at the same time, she was very, very, very excited.

She had watched every role Huo Wu had ever played more than once and knew that when she acted, it was like she became a different person. The final product was amazing. For her roles, she would give up a lot, and the character would always come before the name ‘Huo Wu,’ allowing her to be fully immersed in the role. But during the filming process, without a doubt, the most charming and attractive person was Huo Wu herself.

“All right,” the doctor said after massaging Bai Feifei for a few minutes. Bai Feifei’s hands were hot and red. He said, “From now on, pay attention to resting. Don’t lift anything too heavy or do any strenuous exercise.”

Bai Feifei met his gaze and, with a complex look, pointed at the prop master who was tidying up the ropes not far away. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

The doctor was silent for two seconds and then asked, “What room are you staying in?”

Bai Feifei was taken aback by his sudden question. The doctor quickly realized he had misspoke and said, “Prolonged binding can cause poor circulation and muscle damage. You might feel uncomfortable these next few days. If the pain is unbearable, you can come find me. I’ll give you a needle to let some blood out.”

With that, he opened the small medical kit he had brought with him. Inside, there was a wrapped cloth bag. When he laid it out in front of Bai Feifei, it revealed a row of needles, about the same thickness as knitting needles.

She would have to be poked repeatedly with these needles and then have her blood let out. Even though she knew it was a form of treatment, Bai Feifei shivered.

She was timid and said tactfully, “My brain just told my hands and feet that they don’t actually have to be in pain.”

The doctor didn’t understand what Bai Feifei meant. He simply gave her one last instruction, packed up his things, and went back to his seat.

Before long, the second scene began.

The second time she was tied up was much more painful than the first time. The dense fibers protruding from the rope dug into her already chafed wrists. With just the simplest movement, Bai Feifei broke into a light sweat.

Her movements were restricted, and she didn’t dare to move her hands and feet. It took her a while to adapt, and her body eventually got used to the pain.

At this time, she was still feeling grateful that there wouldn’t be a scene where they had to check if the ropes were loose, which would have meant repeatedly pulling and grinding the rope over her wounds.

She steadied herself. After the room was cleared, Bai Feifei effortlessly slipped back into her previous state, seamlessly entering the scene’s emotions.

The closed classroom door was pushed open again. The sound of the video was at its loudest. Accompanied by the electronic noise from the phone’s speaker, the final, extremely loud sound of a car collision was particularly jarring.

Following that, the malfunctioning speaker echoed throughout the empty classroom.

The person inside sat still, only turning their head in that direction.

But surprisingly, the people who came in weren’t just Li Wei and Li Ran. Behind them was a tall girl. She was still wearing a bar uniform, with a tightly cinched waist. Her long hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and the makeup on her face was light, but her lips were red.

Everyone except for Fusang stood up at the same time.

After a while, the boy with the broken leg spoke, looking at Li Wei, “Why is she here?”

His gaze constantly shifted between Fusang and Li Ran, and the expression on his face grew darker.

Li Wei lit a cigarette with his good hand, took a puff, and exhaled. Behind the swirling smoke, he said in a deep voice, “Binzi, don’t be impulsive.”

The croaking of the frogs outside the window stopped. Chen Bin said viciously, “I’m impulsive? Even if the King of Heaven came down today, it wouldn’t matter. She owes us, and today she’s going to pay it all back.”

“Wei’s arm, my leg, and San’er’s body are half-paralyzed. They had to cut a piece of his brain to save his life.” Chen Bin’s expression was ferocious. “Xiao Wu said that something was off about this bitch stopping at that intersection. It wasn’t like she was looking at the road. It seemed like she was deliberately waiting for us to pass. He told me to be careful of the cars at the intersection. I didn’t listen and even called him a coward for being a scaredy-cat. And what happened? This bitch calculated it all and harmed us! Seven or eight of our brothers, and more than half of them died! Li Wei—Xiao Wu blocked it for you that day, which is why only your arm was crushed! Otherwise, it would have been your head!”

Hearing this, Li Wei took another angry puff of his cigarette.

In the quiet room, a woman’s voice, noticeably deeper, rang out, “Then shouldn’t you blame yourself?”

Fusang, who had been sitting as still as if she were dead while being tied up, suddenly twitched and then slowly raised her head, thinking she was having a hallucination.

Her messy hair blocked her face. She could only see a girl whose figure was hidden by the obstruction at the door through the gaps in her hair.

At that moment, a light breeze blew from the corridor and entered the room. Her nostrils flared, and she smelled a familiar scent. She finally concluded from the voice and the smell that the person who came was indeed Wu Ling.