My Ex’s White Moonlight Omega Has a Crush on Me - Chapter 32.1

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze in that moment.

An intimate scene?

Ji Tanyue probably wouldn’t lie, but why wasn’t it written in her script?

Chao Wan rested in Ji Tanyue’s embrace, listening to the woman’s steady, powerful heartbeat.

The faint, elegant fragrance of perfume filled the air, making her entire face flush with heat. At the same time, her mind was in a daze.

Cheng Lou still hadn’t called “Cut.”

Suddenly, a warm breath brushed past her.

Someone gently pressed the back of her head and planted a kiss on her crimson ear.

The distance was too far, and the angle concealed it so well that no one else even noticed their intimate gesture.

Yet, the corners of Chao Wan’s eyes instantly reddened, and she could barely suppress a soft moan.

It was just a light touch, perhaps lasting less than half a second, but her body seemed to remember it all too well, trembling involuntarily.

Everything they had done in that cold, desolate villa came rushing back to her in that moment.

Ji Tanyue parted her lips and recited a line Chao Wan had never seen in the script:

“Then prove your loyalty through action.”

Her voice was frail and gentle, yet carried a subtle, almost bewitching undertone that made Chao Wan’s ears burn and her heart race.

But that line wasn’t in the script at all.

The woman’s fingers crept up to her collar, deftly unbuttoning the first button, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin.

Chao Wan’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Stunned, she met Ji Tanyue’s gaze, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Proving loyalty through action, she finally understood the true meaning of those words.

In the film, was she supposed to do… the things Ji Tanyue had once done to her?

Ruan Rou, who had been observing from the side, coughed lightly, subtly reminding Cheng Lou.

The audition had gone far enough. Without clearing the set and with Chao Wan being a newcomer, it was only natural for her to feel flustered.

Cheng Lou, who always prioritized the final effect, finally saw the scene he had been hoping for and spoke with satisfaction, “Cut.”

The atmosphere was perfect.

In the script, Han Yun was an utter madwoman. By day, she feigned an aloof, reclusive demeanor, but by night, she was debauched and promiscuous, cheating on her consort without restraint, regardless of gender.

Developing a ambiguous relationship with her loyal guard not only highlighted Han Yun’s deranged and immoral nature but also underscored the emotional imbalance between Ying and Han Yun later in the story.

Ying’s devotion to Han Yun would evolve into infatuation, to the point where she would willingly sacrifice her life to secure Han Yun’s reign.

As for Han Yun, from beginning to end, she saw Ying as nothing more than a dog meant to please her.

The emotional tension of this master-servant entanglement was one of the most poignant highlights of the play.

Cheng Lou seemed to understand now why Ji Tanyue had wanted her to revise the script.

As soon as “Cut” was called, it felt as though shackles had been released. Chao Wan quickly pulled away from Ji Tanyue, her hair falling over her flushed face.

“Not bad,” Cheng Lou murmured, still immersed in the scene, oblivious to the tension between the two on the couch. “This feeling is exactly what I wanted.”

Jiang Tang, who had been observing from a bench, stood up and nodded slightly.

Meeting Chao Wan’s flustered gaze, she offered an encouraging smile. “You acted well.”

Though Chao Wan was just a newcomer to the industry, her performance had made Jiang Tang aware of her own shortcomings.

A performance devoid of genuine emotion was destined to fall short. If she had been the one acting opposite Ji Tanyue in that scene, she doubted she could have withstood the woman’s intensity, let alone thought of turning the tables.

Leaving the role of Ying to Chao Wan felt fair to her.

Chao Wan nervously shook hands with Jiang Tang, who had far more experience than her, feeling somewhat apologetic.

“Chao Wan, after this second audition, I believe you are well-suited for the role of Ying,” Cheng Lou extended his hand to her. “Welcome to the Moon Over West River crew.”

Chao Wan’s collar was still disheveled, and she seemed dazed until she met Ji Tanyue’s gaze by the bedside, only then realizing her heart was pounding wildly.

She pressed her lips tightly together, suppressing the warmth in her eyes, and shook Cheng Lou’s hand. “Thank you, Director Cheng, and all the teachers.”

She had gotten the role of the little guard.

Every minute she had spent in the audition room so far had been both agonizing and like a beautiful dream.

She hadn’t held out much hope, yet she had received recognition.

“The audition is over. You may leave now. Someone will notify you later for the costume fitting photos,” Cheng Lou said, his expression noticeably softer.

Her heart thumped loudly.

Chao Wan bowed toward the source of the voice.

As she straightened up, she noticed Ji Tanyue was also looking at her, a gentle curve gracing her lips.

Touching her still-warm earlobe, Chao Wan hurriedly lowered her gaze, bid her farewell, and fled in a fluster.

She hailed a taxi, and on the way back, a message appeared on her phone:

[y: Go back and reflect carefully. The new script is in my drawer.]

Chao Wan bit her lip.

So, the fade-to-black scene between Han Yun and Ying had been added later, and she had been completely kept in the dark.

[Okay, Teacher Ji.]

After replying emotionlessly, Chao Wan let out a soft sigh, relaxed her body, and leaned back into the seat.

Lost in thought, she touched her neck.

The chill that had emanated from Ji Tanyue’s knuckles earlier had already faded, replaced by a surging, scorching heat.

Ji Tanyue had been so harsh with Jiang Tang, yet the hand she had placed on Chao Wan’s neck hadn’t even used thirty percent of its strength, it had been feather-light.

Chao Wan looked out the window, the clean glass reflecting her slightly flushed profile.

Perhaps the elder princess was still quite gentle.

…

Elsewhere.

Ruan Rou watched as Ji Tanyue set down her phone, deep in thought.

“So, for future promotions, I’d like to pair the two of you as a CP,” Cheng Lou sought the opinions of the main creators. “What do you think?”

A faint dimple appeared on Ruan Rou’s face as she glanced at Ji Tanyue, hinting at something. “It seems Senior Ji might have some reservations.”

Ji Tanyue tapped her finger on the script spread out on the table, circled the words “little guard” in red, and pushed it toward Cheng Lou. She lowered her eyes and smiled without saying a word.

“Chao Wan?” Cheng Lou pondered for a moment. “If circumstances allow, we can give it a try.”

She was very satisfied with the chemistry between the two during the audition, her mind entirely focused on the final film’s effect, without delving deeper.

Ruan Rou and Ji Tanyue exchanged glances, nodding politely, each with their own considerations.

Ruan Rou had changed the subject and rejected the CP pairing because there was a jealous partner waiting at home.

As for Ji Tanyue, she had also roughly guessed some of the underlying reasons.

The atmosphere between Ji Tanyue and Chao Wan during the audition scene didn’t seem like that of ordinary senior and junior colleagues in the company.

…

The taxi stopped in the suburbs, and Chao Wan returned to the villa.

It was also her only place to stay at the moment.

After leaving the audition venue, Yu Yunjia had sent her a message, instructing her to share her location as soon as she arrived at the villa.

Chao Wan closed the door, leaned against the chilly entryway, and shared her location.

If she didn’t do this, she knew very well that Ji Tanyue would find out immediately.

This surveillance-like demand was not only hard for Chao Wan to get used to but also deeply unsettling.

She returned to her bedroom, drew back the curtains to let in some sunlight, hoping to dispel the chill around her.

If only Fu Xi were here, she would surely help her casually set the location at the villa and then take her out to have fun.

Unfortunately, what had happened yesterday had made it impossible for her to trust this friend, a second-generation heiress who prioritized romance over friendship.

Just as she was thinking this, Miss Fu actually sent a message.

[Wanwan!]

[Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the seasons have been warmed.]

“?” Chao Wan was puzzled.

[Got home safely, right? Secretary Yu finally put down her phone and is willing to look at me properly now.]

“…” Speechless.

Chao Wan typed: [So, do you know Ms. Yu?]

[No, I don’t.]

[But, what a coincidence, she looks a lot like my first love /prayer hands]

Chao Wan pursed her lips and chose to leave the message on read.