The Film Queen’s Little Bunny Wife - Chapter 49

As a legitimate, gold medal screenwriter, Long Mei never thought she would be mistaken for a madam.

In the time it took her to find a business card, she looked up, and the soft, sweet girl with a hidden look of defiance in her eyes was suddenly gone.

She refused to give up, wandering around the set until dark, grabbing everyone she could find and asking if they had seen a fair skinned, slender makeup artist.

She even requested the lists of makeup artists from various directors, but the person was nowhere to be found.

The person she saw by the pool today felt like the moon in the mirror or a flower in the water untraceable and lost.

Her efforts yielded no answers, which left Long Mei quite disheartened, as if she had lost her inner muse.

If she hadn’t met Tu Jiaojiao, having no mental reference would have been fine.

But now that she had a living reference a figure that perfectly matched her inner vision a “pearl” was already before her.

Unless she could find an actress who was an even better fit for the prosecutor Ruan Binghua, she wouldn’t be able to satisfy herself.

The script for Cotton City Story had been shelved in her hands for two and a half years precisely because her depiction of Ruan Binghua was too ethereal, seemingly not a creature of this world.

Several prominent directors she’d shown it to previously felt that such a person couldn’t be found, making the film impossible to shoot.

This time, the investors offered a large sum of money that tempted her; otherwise, the script would probably still be tucked away.

Ultimately, how could she have let that makeup artist get away? It was infuriating!

Unaware that Long Mei was practically turning the set upside down to find her, Tu Jiaojiao and Xiao Liang returned to the set of Over Breathing with lingering fears. They secretly watched the actors do a script reading.

Tu Jiaojiao wasn’t very familiar with the actors playing the two male leads, so her eyes were fixed solely on Ling Hanyan.

During a script reading, actors not only need to smooth out the lines but also begin to portray their respective roles. This is a crucial step in them entering the character.

Ling Hanyan plays the female teacher for the high school swim team. The audience first discovers the romantic tension between the two male leads through her eyes.

The character’s look is very much that of a gym teacher, foundation a shade darker than usual, faint blemishes on her face, a high ponytail, and athlete’s clothing that highlights her figure.

The director chose Ling Hanyan partly because of her graceful, athletic physique not overly thin, suggesting someone who had lived freely in the swimming pool.

Tu Jiaojiao was captivated, watching Ling Hanyan enter a state and become a different person. She couldn’t help but fantasize.

If she and Yanyan hadn’t met in this time and place.

If she were the female teacher and she were the student, what would their relationship be like…

The student closest to a teacher is the class representative, but she couldn’t even swim, so she certainly couldn’t be the swimming class rep.

Then let’s switch Yanyan’s subject.

Tu Jiaojiao squinted, her beautifully shaped eyes becoming hazy and inviting. Biology teacher would be perfect. Yanyan could be her biology teacher.

Yanyan would guide her to understand nature, plants and animals, and the entire blue planet.

She would cautiously stick to her, asking her to explain simple concepts she already understood long ago.

In Tu Jiaojiao’s fantasy, Ling Hanyan pushed her gold rimmed glasses up, glanced at the question in the class representative’s hand, and frowned.

“You need to ask me such a simple question? It’s just the concept of mitosis. Go back and memorize it. If you can’t, copy it ten times.”

Her tone was stern, but her expression lacked anger. A helpless curve played on her lips, making it look like she was worried that the class representative hadn’t paid attention in class and would get poor test scores in the long run.

“Got it, Teacher Ling.” Tu Jiaojiao took back her homework, but her feet felt like they were cast in lead, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave the teachers’ office.

Looking around, only the two of them were in the vast office; the other substitute teachers were absent.

The air conditioning unit worked quietly. On the teacher’s desk, stacks of books would occasionally be opened and closed, or closed and opened, by a breeze.

It was very quiet here so quiet that Tu Jiaojiao could hear the sound of the papers rubbing as Ling Hanyan flipped through homework, as well as the frantic beating of her own heart in front of Teacher Ling.

“Any other questions, Jiaojiao?” The mid-term exams were approaching, and Ling Hanyan was very concerned that Tu Jiaojiao hadn’t fully grasped some knowledge points.

But she knew her biology class representative was very thin-skinned. After being lectured for asking such a simple question, she probably wouldn’t dare to ask another.

Learn and practice at times, be not ashamed to ask.

It was her attitude that was poor she shouldn’t have discouraged the student’s confidence in asking questions.

So, Ling Hanyan proactively took the exercise book from Tu Jiaojiao’s hands, quickly scanned it, and looked for the next wrong answer.

She pointed to a circled question and picked up her pen to highlight the key points. “You don’t understand this one either, right? It’s very simple. Teacher will tell you, as long as…”

A few minutes later, she stopped writing and looked up to ask, “Jiaojiao, do you get it now?”

“Mm… Thank you, Teacher…” Tu Jiaojiao’s reply was very quiet, and she buried her head low, trying to hide herself in the office.

Truth be told, nothing Teacher Ling just explained went into her head.

Instead, she was praying in her heart that the teacher wouldn’t flip the exercise book any further…

Murphy’s Law: What you fear will happen.

Sure enough, Ling Hanyan turned the next page.

A pencil drawing was clearly visible on it. Tu Jiaojiao had drawn it when she thought of Teacher Ling while doing her homework, unable to resist indulging in a little “slacking off.”

In this world, she was a great artist!

It was an illustration on one side was a woman, wearing the oversized shirt and jeans that Teacher Ling usually liked to wear. From her expression and demeanor, she was instantly recognizable as Teacher Ling.

On the other side was a girl, delicate and fair-skinned, dressed in the same clothes Tu Jiaojiao was wearing now.

However… this drawing wasn’t simple; it was colored with an indescribable hue.

The girl clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, her face flushed as she turned her face away, her gaze not fixed on the woman. She didn’t know whether to reveal or conceal.

Meanwhile, the teacher’s glasses were taken off and placed aside, and her eyes were filled with lust.

She was engrossed in searching for something.

Combined with the image, it seemed she was looking for the sweet candy the girl had hidden.

Tu Jiaojiao saw Teacher Ling’s movements and tried to stop her, but the latter dodged.

Before seeing the drawing, Ling Hanyan was saying, “If you have questions, come ask the teacher. I will explain them to you properly. You are good at everything, except you are too careless.”

After taking in the drawing, Ling Hanyan froze. Her throat rolled.

She closed the page, pretending not to have seen anything, and handed the book back to the girl.

She didn’t dare to look up at her, stalling, “Teacher just remembered I have something I haven’t finished yet. Jiaojiao, you should go back to class now. Next time, organize your questions and come ask me again.”

“Okay, Teacher. Goodbye, Teacher!”

Tu Jiaojiao hugged the exercise book and fled the office as if running away.

She ran through the noisy hallway during the break, quickly scurrying back to her seat. She hugged her arms and buried her head on the desk, forcefully trying to calm the feelings caused by the exposure of her hidden desires.

“Jiaojiao, is Teacher Ling in the office? I can’t do the last question, I want to ask her.”

Her deskmate, Xiao Liang, leaned over and asked. She knew Tu Jiaojiao had just gone to the office to ask questions.

“Yes, she is. Go ahead…” Tu Jiaojiao’s voice was low, and she answered perfunctorily without lifting her head.

Xiao Liang nudged her with her shoulder and pleaded quietly, “Jiaojiao, I don’t dare to go alone. Teacher Ling is usually so cold faced. I’m so scared of her. Will you keep me company?”

Tu Jiaojiao: “…”

She really didn’t want to see Ling Hanyan anytime soon; she was too embarrassed.

Xiao Liang didn’t understand her distress and continued, “Wuwuwu, my honorable biology class representative, please! I truly don’t dare to go alone! The mid-term exam is soon. What if I fail because of this one question? My mom will eat me alive!”

“Fine, then.” Tu Jiaojiao smoothed her skirt, her ears red, and stood up to walk ahead.

Indeed, as the biology class representative, she couldn’t just sit by while her deskmate risked failing!

Besides, she really wanted to know what Teacher Ling’s reaction would be after discovering her affection. She wanted to know so badly, as every single action of hers made her feel insecure and hopeful.

“Come in.” After knocking, Ling Hanyan’s voice sounded.

Seeing who had arrived, her eyes flickered a few times, and her tone softened a bit from usual, carrying an emotion even she was unfamiliar with. “Jiaojiao, anything else?”

“Teacher Ling, Xiao Liang wants to ask a question.” Tu Jiaojiao gestured behind her, only to point to an empty space.

Good grief! Xiao Liang was a fair-weather friend. She said she wanted to ask a question, but she got cold feet and ran away at the office door!

“Xiao Liang ran off again? She’s the only one in the class who’s afraid of me. Am I that terrifying?” Ling Hanyan’s lips curved in a puzzled smile.

Knowing it wasn’t Tu Jiaojiao who came looking for her, she didn’t know whether she felt relieved or disappointed.

“Teacher, I’ll be going then…” Tu Jiaojiao lowered her head, afraid her eyes would expose the love she couldn’t suppress, and worried about scaring the teacher.

“What’s wrong, Jiaojiao?” The sound of high heels approached. Ling Hanyan finished her script reading and walked over.

She found Tu Jiaojiao in a dazed state, her eyes seemingly unfocused, with a faint smile on her lips. She looked silly and very “pet-able.”

Using the desk as a cover, where no one could see, she intertwined her fingers with Tu Jiaojiao’s, using the warmth and softness of her fingertips to comfort her urge to kiss.

Crack! The fantasy was shattered!

Tu Jiaojiao woke up from her own world, looking at Ling Hanyan with a hint of embarrassment.

She shook her head and smiled sweetly, “Nothing! Just missing you!”

Ling Hanyan was puzzled, “Your eyes are looking at me, and yet you’re still missing me?”

“Yes, I am!” Tu Jiaojiao nodded heavily, planning to share exactly what she was missing with Ling Hanyan when night fell.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t provoke her too much when that time came…

About halfway through filming Ling Hanyan’s scenes for Over Breathing, Sister Mao’s phone call summoned her back to the company.

“Yanyan!! Good news, good news!” As soon as she saw Ling Hanyan, Mao Ling excitedly came to greet her.

Her happiness was visible and impossible to hide.

“You know my best friend, Long Mei, right? That incredibly talented screenwriter! She sold a script a while ago, and the buyer specifically requested you to audition for the female lead!”

“That is indeed good news.” Joy also appeared in Ling Hanyan’s eyes.

Long Mei’s scripts were particularly appealing fresh yet well-structured. She had won countless screenwriting awards despite her young age.

As long as the director and investors didn’t mess things up, it was clear that this would be another acclaimed film!

Having the opportunity to be noticed by the investors was her luck. She must prepare well for this audition.