The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 41

The assistant hurried to answer Ying Jie’s call, stepping aside to take it.

Tang Jing idly flipped through the script. With the wind carrying the sound, she could hear her assistant’s furious, teeth-gritting complaints to Ying Jie. She glanced around, relieved no one else was nearby to overhear.

“Miss Tang,” the assistant huffed as she returned.

Tang Jing lifted her eyes to look at her. “Done tattling?”

The assistant giggled sheepishly before pouting. “It’s just so infuriating! No acting skills, yet still…”

Tang Jing caught sight of someone approaching from the corner of her eye and signaled with a glance.

Having worked with Tang Jing for two years, the assistant immediately understood and fell silent.

“Sister Tang,” Qiao Xiaorou cooed in an affected voice. “After rehearsing just now, I realized how much I still have to learn. No matter how I tried, I just couldn’t get that scene right. I was wondering if you could teach me.”

Tang Jing studied her curiously. “As far as I know, your father is an investor in this drama?”

Qiao Xiaorou nodded, unsure what Tang Jing was implying.

With a cold smirk, Tang Jing replied, “Then why didn’t your father hire you a tutor?”

The assistant pressed her lips tightly together to keep from laughing.

Qiao Xiaorou forced an awkward chuckle. “But Sister Tang, your award-winning skills are.”

Seeing that her words hadn’t deterred the other woman, Tang Jing cut straight to the point. “You’re not qualified.”

If the girl had talent, Tang Jing might have been willing to offer guidance. Unfortunately, all Qiao Xiaorou had were ulterior motives.

Humiliated, Qiao Xiaorou’s face twisted in anger. She stomped her foot and hissed, “Tang Jing, you’ll regret this!” With that, she stormed off in her high heels.

The assistant frowned. “Miss Tang, could this cause trouble?”

After all, Qiao Xiaorou’s father was the drama’s investor. If she was angered, he might retaliate to protect his daughter.

“It’s fine.” Tang Jing wasn’t worried. She had met Qiao Xiaorou’s father a few times and knew that while he doted on his daughter, business always came first.

Returning to her rest area, Qiao Xiaorou cooled down. She still had a show to watch, she wanted to see just what Meng Xue was capable of.

Tang Jing and Meng Xue played business rivals in the drama scheming against each other by day, entangled in passion by night.

To avoid further complications, Zhao Kuang had chosen a simpler scene: the romantic reconciliation between Su Xiaoran and Fu Wen in the latter half of the series.

Meng Xue emerged in a red sleeveless A-line dress, her long curls tied into a high ponytail, a black choker around her neck. She strode out confidently in her heels.

In the drama, she played a mischievous little vixen every gesture oozed allure, yet her gaze held an innocent purity, a perfect blend of seduction and naivety.

Tang Jing found herself staring a moment longer than intended.

“Teacher Tang,” Meng Xue greeted her with a bright, smiling gaze.

Tang Jing’s expression softened as she was infected by her emotions.

The atmosphere between the two was so intimate that no one could possibly intrude, it would have felt like disrupting something beautiful.

Qiao Xiaorou gripped the armrest in frustration, wishing she could push aside the irritating Meng Xue.

It should have been her standing by Sister Tang’s side.

Zhao Kuang called out, “Teacher Tang, you two should go get ready.”

Tang Jing glanced at Meng Xue. “Let’s go.”

The props team had already set up the scene, a sofa set. Tang Jing sat on it while Meng Xue lay down, resting her head on Tang Jing’s lap.

This was the first time the two had engaged in such an intimate gesture.

Meng Xue’s face flushed, but she forced herself to calm down.

Tang Jing looked down at her, offering a reassuring gaze.

With the director’s shout of “Action!”

Tang Jing’s expression instantly shifted, and Meng Xue opened her eyes her gaze alone made it clear she had immersed herself in the role.

Su Xiaoran fiddled with the buttons of the woman’s black dress shirt, teasing coyly, “President Fu, what brings you here today? Don’t you usually work late?”

Fu Wen’s lips curled into a doting smile as she caught the mischievous hand. In Su Xiaoran’s presence, she was completely at ease, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. “Miss Su, are you saying you don’t welcome me?”

The air between them was thick with ambiguity, the tension of their daytime rivalry adding a sharp edge like drawn swords, tightening the atmosphere.

Su Xiaoran sat up from the sofa, leaning slightly forward as her gaze traced Fu Wen’s features from her brows to the bridge of her nose, then lingering on her lips, her eyes brimming with mischief. “I do welcome you, but…”

Fu Wen arched a brow, her arm snaking around the woman’s waist and pulling her close. Their eyes locked, one exuding dominance, the other dripping with allure.

The intensity escalated, the entire set holding its breath as all eyes remained fixed on the two on the sofa.

“But what?” Fu Wen’s thumb unconsciously stroked the curve of Su Xiaoran’s waist, the gesture tender yet possessive.

Behind the camera, Zhao Kuang didn’t miss Tang Jing’s subtle movement, inwardly marveling. Truly a double-award-winning actress every motion carried depth.

Fu Wen and Su Xiaoran had been separated for two years, believing their paths would never cross again. Yet fate had reunited them.

And in those two years, Fu Wen had never stopped thinking about Su Xiaoran.

Now that they were together again, she cherished every second with her.

“But,” Su Xiaoran’s fingers toyed with her buttons once more, leaning in to whisper against her ear, her breath warm, “I’m hungry.”

The moment those words left her lips, Fu Wen’s eyes darkened. The hand on her waist tensed, veins rising on the back as she fought for control.

The crew collectively swallowed hard.

The scene was unbearably seductive, the air itself felt thinner, the temperature rising.

“Cut!” Zhao Kuang’s shout snapped everyone out of their trance, earning him a round of resentful glares.

Unfazed, he grinned broadly.

Tang Jing and Meng Xue gradually stepped out of character.

Meng Xue’s face slowly reddened, the flush creeping down her neck.

Those last three words hadn’t just ignited Fu Wen in the scene even Tang Jing was struggling now, though she masked it well.

“Miss Tang, water.” The assistant quickly handed over the insulated cup.

Tang Jing tilted her head back and drank most of it, finally quenching her thirst.

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