The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Can You Do It, Sister?

Only ten seconds… that’s all? That’s all?

Lu Chaoqing felt something was amiss the moment she heard Lin Chumu’s name.

Jiang Qishuang smiled gently and sweetly, with an obvious hint of relief, as no one wanted any extra trouble, and the person designated by management was indeed Lu Chaoqing.

As for the exact relationship between Lin Chumu and Lu Chaoqing, that was beyond their knowledge. Jiang Qishuang was smart enough not to ask any further questions after seeing Lu Chaoqing’s expression. After a brief explanation, she walked out of the room.

Lu Chaoqing was left alone, bewildered.

You have a new mission alert.

Shooting the MV is a good opportunity for you to establish a relationship with the Female Lead. Please increase Lin Chumu’s Favorable Impression of you to 2 during the MV shoot to facilitate the following missions. Until the Female Lead’s Favorable Impression reaches 2, you will not receive any further plot details.

Lu Chaoqing: “…”

As she got her makeup, hair, and styling done, and traveled with the group to the first filming location, the road was filled with laughter, but for the first time, Lu Chaoqing felt excluded from the merriment. Especially upon seeing Lin Chumu, dressed in a black gown and looking sternly focused, Lu Chaoqing almost lost the careful expression management she had put together.

But the woman certainly looked beautiful today.

Lin Chumu and Lu Chaoqing were roughly the same age, but the feeling they gave off was worlds apart.

Lu Chaoqing followed the sweet and cute route, while Lin Chumu was the ultimate cool and aloof Jie Jie (dominant woman). Her figure was graceful, with perfectly sculpted curves that would make every woman envious. The strapless black gown accentuated her skin, making it look snow-white, a combination of sexy and cold, making her stand proudly like an exquisite flower at the peak of a snowy mountain.

The slightly upturned dark red eyeliner enhanced Lin Chumu’s already elongated cat eyes, giving her a look that was both alluring and restrained. Although it was just a simple cameo, Lu Chaoqing felt as if the other party had come specifically to cause her trouble.

She was typically a coward in person but a queen behind the scenes. She could handle a few simple words, but if she truly had to cooperate and interact with Lin Chumu, she would immediately refuse if she had the choice.

Actually, this role was originally intended for Fang Qiuqi to provide exposure for her juniors, but due to changes in her schedule for a collaboration, she didn’t have time for this small cameo, and the burden of acting as a substitute fell on Lin Chumu.

Fang Qiuqi and Lin Chumu were very good friends in the plot, so it was probably only she who could convince such a major figure to do something like this.

Noticing Lin Chumu’s gaze directed at her, Lu Chaoqing slowly dawdled over.

Lin Chumu found that the little green tea was always extreme when facing her—either shy or completely brazen. This time was the former. She smiled shyly at her and then leaned to the side.

Beneath the light gauze clothing was a faint trace of blood—the wound where the angel’s wings grew—which looked particularly stark against the girl’s porcelain-white back. Lu Chaoqing’s back had to be exposed for a period during the shoot, but it would only be visible in the final footage for a few seconds.

Every carefully prepared MV shoot actually requires a great deal of effort, but what is broadcast to the audience is compressed into a very brief few minutes. Lin Chumu was originally reluctant to do such a troublesome thing, but Fang Qiuqi persisted, begging her until she dragged her along.

“Your collaboration partner is your little sister, not some other woman. You won’t be embarrassed. It’s only ten seconds,” Fang Qiuqi had said, leaning on her shoulder with a smile. “I know your orientation, but what’s wrong with hugging your sister?”

“She’s not my biological sister.” Lin Chumu felt annoyed, recalling the little green tea’s words that she couldn’t tell if they were flattering or flirting. “No blood relation.”

“But she keeps calling you Jie (Sister). Even without blood relation, shouldn’t you be closer than with anyone else?” Although Fang Qiuqi was close to Lin Chumu, she didn’t fully understand the intricacies of her family and was unaware of the true nature of their relationship. “Go, go, go. I’ll treat you when I get back.”

Fang Qiuqi’s words didn’t move her much, but Lin Chumu still, inexplicably, came.

Just as Lu Chaoqing felt about her, Lin Chumu was also very interested in Lu Chaoqing’s unconventional behavior. She had initially thought the little green tea’s flattery was to rely on her influence and comfortably be a “royal member,” but now she seemed quite diligent.

Lu Chaoqing didn’t seem tainted by the bad habits or princess syndrome often found in wealthy children. Instead, she seemed like an obedient girl, just a little green tea sometimes. At least, that’s how she appeared. As for whether it was an act, Lin Chumu truly found it hard to tell at the moment.

While she was deep in thought, the shooting was ready to begin. To save Lin Chumu’s time, the first scene to be filmed was her and the little green tea’s part.

Lu Chaoqing, hiding behind a long pillar, poked her head out, hiked up her long skirt, and ran towards the director. Following his instructions, she was hooked up to the wire rig. However, before she was even fully lifted, she heard crying and howling.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch… It really hurts!”

The moment she was lifted, Lu Chaoqing felt like she could hear her bones cracking. It seemed like every nerve in her body was being harshly crushed and worn down by the equipment. Wire work was a thousand times more painful than she imagined. The fast-paced fighting she saw in historical dramas really took a toll on one’s life.

Lu Chaoqing experienced this pain for the first time. The pain was so intense that tears nearly fell. She fought with all her might to hold back in front of Lin Chumu, managing to curl her lips into a smile while her eyes were filled with forcefully suppressed moisture.

Lin Chumu, however, looked indifferent, as if used to such things: “If you can’t bear it, should we change the scene here? Using thin ropes to guide you would be better, just hanging a little lower. The effect won’t be as good, and it might require more post-production.”

Lu Chaoqing immediately shook her head when she heard “the effect won’t be as good,” indicating she wanted to try again. However, the moment the wire lifted her, she almost lost control of her expression. Even with her eyes closed, which she managed to maintain, the high-definition camera could clearly capture her muscles tensing up. It was simply not working upon closer inspection.

After three failures, the girl shrank back toward Lin Chumu, looking aggrieved and self-reproachful like a scolded puppy. One hand nervously and constantly plucked at the corner of her skirt, and her breathing was slightly rapid.

While the others were discussing, Lu Chaoqing had unintentionally brushed past Lin Chumu’s shoulder countless times, pacing anxiously on the spot. The faint fragrance on the woman’s body, carried by the brush of their clothes, made Lu Chaoqing involuntarily inhale again, her face flushed faintly from anxiety.

Finally, Lin Chumu, unable to tolerate her constantly pacing and wasting time, decisively offered: “How about we modify the script here? She stands up there, and I hug her as we jump down.”

Lu Chaoqing, who had been moving around, quickly masked a small, successful smile at the corner of her mouth and turned back: “Sister, can you really do that?”