The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: March Four

Despite the live stream incident being fleeting, the hashtag “I never knew Lu Jiayin was like this” quickly occupied a spot on the trending topics list.

Many fans who missed the live stream were incredibly surprised after watching the clip, discovering that the cold and reserved actress they admired had such a down-to-earth side in private.

Not only was she not cold, but she was also the type to wear a princess nightgown and a face mask while video chatting with her wife—a very loving kind of video chat!

Even the bunny-ear headband Lu Jiayin wore that night gained attention, and its sales on Taobao rapidly increased several fold.

News reached Fu Ruyi, and the usually non-gossipy manager immediately rushed to join the fun, her voice clearly filled with barely contained laughter: “No wonder CEO Zhen insisted on buying you a car. It was for a private chat room, after all…”

Lu Jiayin’s ears felt hot: “Why are you laughing at me too!”

The crew had already teased her about this several times in the past two days. Even Director Long couldn’t help but joke when they wrapped for the day, asking, “I hope I’m not delaying your video call with CEO Zhen,” which drew cheerful laughter from the entire set.

Today was a major scene, and she arrived at the makeup room early for styling. She was yawning while video chatting casually with Fu Ruyi.

“How come I see dark circles forming?” Fu Ruyi was very observant of her artist’s appearance. “Did Ding Ding and the others slack off and not take good care of you?”

Lu Jiayin quickly explained: “No, they’ve taken great care of me. I’ve been rushing through several night shoots recently. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

According to the filming schedule, they were set to leave the mountain location and move to another studio in a week. Unfortunately, the “supervisor’s” interference had caused some imbalance in the progress here. If not for Director Long’s persistent efforts, the efficiency would have been further delayed.

The opposition held significant capital power, which even the director couldn’t easily offend. The entire team had been working hard overtime for the past few days, striving to complete the exterior shooting tasks within the contracted period.

Afraid of worrying Fu Ruyi, Lu Jiayin quickly cut the video call short after a few words. At this moment, the stylist pushed the clothes rack into the makeup room and said with a slight apology: “Teacher Lu, this styling will take a long time. It will be hard on you.”

“It’s my job,” Lu Jiayin nodded to her, shaking off her weariness and sitting in front of the vanity.

The scene to be filmed today was a segment from Mu Shuanghe’s first dance drama, Flying Apsaras Divine Music. The stylist used all her skill to achieve a 100% accurate reproduction of the work, recreating the magnificent Flying Apsaras look.

After the complicated hairstyle was done, Lu Jiayin changed into her costume. This ornate, exotic costume was specially tailored for the film at Director Long’s request. A tight, half-sleeved top made of luxurious gold-thread cloud brocade exposed her beautifully sculpted shoulders and neck. The long skirt was made of gold and red fabric, adorned with jingling golden bells. With every movement, the bells resonated, making her look exceptionally graceful.

Because the upper body had extensive exposed skin, the stylist also used body paint to draw a lotus pattern on Lu Jiayin’s back. The blooming lotus petals wound down from her shoulder, the flower covering half of her beautiful back. The delicate stems and leaves rested on her waist, the ends disappearing into the sheer skirt, the half-revealed, half-concealed look making her appear even more enchanting and gorgeous.

The styling was truly stunning. When Lu Jiayin walked out of the makeup room, the assistant Ding Ding was the first to gasp in admiration. She raised her phone: “Sister, you look gorgeous! Let me take some photos for you!”

She took several pictures in quick succession, handing the phone to Lu Jiayin: “They’ll be perfect for promotion after the look is officially released… Hey, should I send them to you so you can secretly give CEO Zhen a sneak peek?”

Lu Jiayin pursed her lips and smiled: “Whose assistant are you anyway? Whose side are you on?”

Nonetheless, the photos were indeed beautiful. This was her first time trying this style, and she found it quite novel herself. Her fingertips scrolled back and forth on the screen several times, and finally, she selected a photo of her back and sent it to Zhen Zhen.

Filming time quickly arrived, and Lu Jiayin put her phone in her bag and walked onto the set.

Today’s scenes were mainly the presentation of the dance drama segment. To ensure the camera effects, both Lu Jiayin and Qi Yongshan had undergone intensive dance training before joining the crew. Except for movements that were genuinely impossible to execute and required a double, all main shots were performed by themselves.

The role of Mu Shuanghe, played by Lu Jiayin, involved particularly extensive dancing. This dance drama was a grand-scale scene. She danced alongside the extras playing the art troupe members from morning until the sun was almost setting, finally completing all the shots successfully.

Just as today’s work was about to conclude, the associate director rushed over hurriedly from another studio and whispered something to Director Long.

Director Long frowned, asked for confirmation on a few points, and then angrily threw the script to the ground: “It never ends!”

When the director became angry, the set instantly fell silent. The associate director told everyone to take a ten-minute break where they were, then persuaded the director to walk toward the tent, talking to him all the while.

“I heard that the supervisor is adding another impromptu scene tomorrow. To keep the schedule on track, they have to squeeze the original plan forward. I don’t understand why they’d add anything when she’s already had so many NGs,” Ding Ding ran to scout out the situation, then quickly ran back to tell Lu Jiayin. “The director is furious.”

Sure enough, the associate director soon returned to the set, announcing that they needed to add one more scene today before they could wrap up.

Director Long’s brow was deeply furrowed. She apologized to Lu Jiayin: “Teacher Lu, I am truly sorry…”

Lu Jiayin shook her head: “This is not your fault. I can manage.”

She could rest during a gap tomorrow morning after finishing today’s scenes, but the other staff members would have to continue working non-stop. Thinking of this, Lu Jiayin stood up and said, “The sooner we finish, the sooner everyone can wrap up.”

“When I get back, I will talk to Yueying again. I might just forgo this investment entirely,” Director Long sighed softly.

After several indoor shots were completed smoothly, only the final opposing scene at the theater entrance remained.

Mu Shuanghe, played by Lu Jiayin, argues with Cheng Yan, who plays the art troupe director, to secure the opportunity for the dance drama to be staged, pleading for a chance. Lu Jiayin chases the character from the stage exit all the way to the open space at the main entrance.

Cheng Yan was a veteran actor with extensive experience. As soon as the lights came on, he quickly walked to his designated spot, his handsome face set in a stern, frowned expression.

The camera switched to Lu Jiayin. She was still wearing the same dance costume, chasing him out from the corridor. The moment she stepped onto the stairs, the cold air that rushed over felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over her head, making her whole body shiver.

She showed no sign of discomfort on her face, clenching her hands into fists by her sides as she resolutely continued her lines.

The icy moonlight poured down, as if coating the scene with a layer of brilliance.

The world rushes toward mediocrity, but the forgotten art is picked up by a pair of hands, polished, and ready to be presented on the cloud’s peak once more.

The wind rustled the treetops, carrying a silent song.

Everyone held their breath, watching the actress on the set. She stood in the faintly snowy night. The wind fluttered the ribbons swaying on her skirt, making her look exquisitely beautiful, as if floating in the air.

The final shot was a close-up of her face. Her clear, bright almond eyes were filled with sincerity. Her long lashes blinked, seemingly piercing the heart.

“Cut! That take is good—” The director let out a long sigh of relief. But before her voice faded, Lu Jiayin’s legs gave way on the steps, and she tumbled lightly down the stairs.

The sudden turn of events panicked everyone. Cheng Yan, who was closest to Lu Jiayin, quickly rushed over.

He reached the fallen Lu Jiayin and bent down to help her up, only to hear the girl let out a painful “hiss,” immediately realizing the situation was bad. He anxiously asked, “Where are you hurt?”

Lu Jiayin shook her head, accepting his support to stand up. Ding Ding sprinted over, draping the down jacket she was holding over her.

“Sister Jiayin!” She cried out in alarm, seeing a bloody wound.

A long scrape, mixed with dirt and fresh blood, was visible from her fair, delicate right forearm all the way to her elbow, looking particularly alarming.

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Jiayin’s back. After days of consecutive night shoots, she felt her physical strength giving out. In the last scene, she had stood in the cold wind for too long, and ultimately, she couldn’t hold on. After the director’s “Cut,” her legs buckled, and she fell down the stairs.

She reacted quickly upon falling, cushioning herself with her elbow, which scraped directly against the cement ground. Now that she had finally relaxed, the wound burned with pain.

“Don’t crowd around! Quick! Take Teacher Lu inside to treat the wound!” The associate director ran to find the logistics personnel the moment the accident happened, rushing back with a first-aid kit.

Lu Jiayin had indeed fallen hard. The logistics girl cleaned her wound, her hands shaking as she saw Lu Jiayin biting her lower lip tightly: “Teacher Lu, does it hurt badly?”

Afraid of worrying those present, Lu Jiayin forcibly suppressed the searing pain, indicating that she was fine.

She was still unaccustomed to showing vulnerability in front of others. After the wound was treated, Director Long repeatedly urged her to return to the hotel to rest.

Ding Ding and the others practically carried her back to the room, busying themselves feeding her some ginseng tea and placing a hot water bottle on the bed. The young assistant felt terrible for not taking better care of her and was on the verge of tears.

Lu Jiayin smiled and comforted her: “I’m truly fine. I’ll be better after a nap. You should go rest too.”

After coaxing the assistant to leave, she finally lay on her side, carefully suppressing the burning pain in her arm, slowly letting out a breath in the darkness.

It hurts so much.

Her entire elbow felt as if it had been pricked by steel needles. The sharp, tiny pain was searingly imprinted on her skin. She took shallow breaths, slowly trying to quell the freely spreading pain.

In truth, she was somewhat afraid of pain, but in front of so many people, she wasn’t used to letting others worry about her, so her consciousness had already established a facade of strength.

Just endure it for a little longer. Once I fall asleep, the pain won’t be noticeable. Lu Jiayin placed her arm outside the blanket, comforting herself while letting her thoughts drift aimlessly, trying to ignore the injury.

Amidst this relentless, pervasive pain, Lu Jiayin suddenly saw the phone beside her bed light up.

When that person’s name appeared on the screen, the feeling of grievance that had finally subsided surged back uncontrollably.

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