The Movie Queen And Her Rival Just Went Public! - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Shen Luoyan gently pinched Su Cancan’s fingertips, turned her hand over, and the skin that had gripped the cup was indeed swollen and redder than the surrounding area, but thankfully, no blisters had formed.

She blamed herself: “I’m sorry. It was just-boiled water. It’s my fault for not telling you beforehand.”

Su Cancan stuck her tongue out of her mouth to cool it down and hadn’t retracted it yet. She shook her head, pointing at her tongue. Shen Luoyan couldn’t help herself. After collecting the little “pearls,” she rubbed Su Cancan’s soft, dark, shiny long hair, pulling her hand back before Su Cancan could react.

However, Su Cancan hadn’t noticed at all. It was as if all the nerves in her body had stopped working, with only the two burned areas exerting their full capability. She couldn’t spare any attention for other parts of her body.

Shen Luoyan’s mind raced. As if remembering something, she rushed to the kitchen.

She violently opened the two refrigerator doors, and a blast of cold air hit her face. Shen Luoyan concentrated, her deep pupils meticulously scanning every item inside the fridge.

Chilled section: Meat, fish, eggs, milk, fruits, and vegetables—no use.

Freezer section: Frozen fast food, ice cubes, ice cream.

Ice cubes, ice cream!

Upon finding these two items, Shen Luoyan’s expression relaxed, like the dense fog in the mountains being dispersed by the bright sun, revealing the correct path forward—a sudden relief. Time was urgent, but she still chose chocolate-flavored ice cream, took out the ice tray, and closed the refrigerator door.

Su Cancan looked at her little hands. The redness on the swollen parts had faded slightly, and the slightly raised, tender flesh glowed, much like a broken string of agate beads scattering a handful of jade-like treasures. Driven by curiosity, she lightly stroked the surface of the “jade beads.” Her brain was instantly pierced, and she hissed.

“Don’t touch it,” Shen Luoyan urgently and caringly said, her tone devoid of any blame or reprimand.

In the blink of an eye, an object landed in Su Cancan’s hand. It was bound by a rubber band and clearly a cotton towel on the outside, concealing an unidentifiable, round, hybrid object inside. When this hybrid object touched her palm, waves of coldness transmitted through the towel. She realized it was an ice pack Shen Luoyan had made for her. The cold numbed her nerves, and the pain consequently lessened. Realizing the benefit, she held the ice pack and lightly pressed it into her palm.

Shen Luoyan tore open the ice cream wrapper: “Eating ice cream on a day like this is a bit cold. Don’t swallow it. Press it against the tip of your tongue. Take it out to rest when you can’t stand it.”

Hearing Shen Luoyan tear the wrapper, Su Cancan was about to make a request, but the sight of the dark brown square ice cream immediately silenced her. She had been a chocoholic since childhood and had an off-the-charts acceptance for everything chocolate-flavored. With her hands occupied, she couldn’t take it. She leaned forward and bit the ice cream, using the momentum of sitting down to pull the stick from Shen Luoyan’s fingertips.

“I can eat it, I can eat it,” Su Cancan mumbled indistinctly to Shen Luoyan while swallowing the solid-liquid mixture, as the ice cream melted rapidly in her mouth.

She adjusted the position of the ice pack and freed her hand to hold the ice cream.

Shen Luoyan pulled a tissue to wipe the “mustache” around her lips. Su Cancan dodged, then actively leaned in, staining the pure white tissue. Since the tissue was in Shen Luoyan’s hand, she couldn’t use her hands to help, so she rubbed harder, causing her soft lips to graze Shen Luoyan’s warm palm at one point, generating a spark of electricity.

Without a mirror, she couldn’t tell if her mouth was clean, but the chocolate ice cream was melting abnormally fast. Ignoring the need to check her appearance, Su Cancan hurried to lick the brown-black spheres rolling down the corners of her mouth.

With the flexible movement of her tongue, the Cat Princess transformed into a kitten with stained whiskers again. A fleeting moment of moisture reappeared. Shen Luoyan’s ears, hidden in her thick hair, almost dripped blood. Before bursting, she fled the scene.

She frantically searched the medical box in the study storage cabinet. After checking each item and finding the burn cream, she returned to the living room with her flushed ears.

With the ice cream, Su Cancan forgot the heart-wrenching pain of a few minutes ago. More than half of it was gone by the time Shen Luoyan returned.

Shen Luoyan easily took away the ice pack. With the continuous invasion of cold air, the blood color in her palm disappeared, replaced by purple marks. When Shen Luoyan’s warm hand was just about to approach, the coldness made her shiver.

Her hand was too numb to easily bend, but a certain person was still carelessly eating ice cream.

A mischievous impulse struck Shen Luoyan. She pressed down on the injured area. Su Cancan’s scalp tingled, and she instinctively recoiled and tried to pull her hand back, but her five fingers were tightly cupped by Shen Luoyan, preventing her from succeeding.

“Don’t move.” Shen Luoyan was about to squat down to warm her hand.

Su Cancan realized that neither of them had their microphones on but were still being filmed, and she abruptly raised her hand high.

She finally released the ice cream from her mouth: “No. Either sit down and help me apply the medicine, or just stay standing like this. You’ve earned a good reputation by squatting down just now, but I’ll be ruined.”

Shen Luoyan nodded toward one of the cameras. She remained standing and grasped Su Cancan’s soft, boneless fingers, slowly massaging them. Her body temperature, slightly higher than Su Cancan’s, gradually transferred. In a moment, the temperature difference between their hands was gone.

Su Cancan wiggled her fingers. The stiffness was completely gone. Before she could gloat, Shen Luoyan caught her hand again. The milky white cream was squeezed out and rubbed in a circular motion. The viscous texture clung intimately to her skin and fingertips.

The staff member leaned against the screen, watching Su Cancan and Shen Luoyan’s interaction. He wished he could climb in, pull up a small stool, and sit next to them, or maybe instantly learn to read lips to decipher this silent conversation.

Unfortunately, there was no crash course in lip-reading, and the production team would not allow staff to film on-site and interfere with the guests’ interaction; this was negotiated before the contract signing. He was like someone watching a foreign silent film’s raw footage in advance, relying on endless imagination to piece together the video.

“Don’t worry. We don’t have our mics on for this segment, and the on-site cameras won’t pick up audio. The production team won’t broadcast this part.”

Shen Luoyan continued massaging, glancing at Su Cancan’s tongue like a pervert—though she was only checking the condition of her burn.

Okay, maybe a little bit of a pervert’s thought.

Su Cancan finished the entire ice cream: “That’s for the best.” The slippery cream gradually soaked into the deep layers of her skin as Shen Luoyan continued to rub. Shen Luoyan released her hand. Su Cancan stretched her aching arms a few times and lowered them.

Su Cancan said, “Thank you.”

Shen Luoyan took the ice cream stick and threw it into the trash can with the rest of the garbage.

Shen Luoyan didn’t turn back: “You’re welcome.”

Su Cancan shrugged and blew on her palm, barely feeling any pain: “However.”

By the time she reached this point, Shen Luoyan had already finished with the trash and sat back down on the sofa, looking at her: “However what?”

Someone had kindly helped her, and asking such a difficult question now would make her seem ungrateful and emotionally unintelligent. Su Cancan shook her head, intending to swallow the question, but Shen Luoyan didn’t give her the chance.

“You’re wondering why I was so nervous?” She paused. Her finger pressed the tablet, which had now turned on. The light from the screen illuminated her fair skin, making the thin blue veins more distinct.

Shen Luoyan bit her back molars: “I’m older than you. I promised your team’s staff that I would take good care of you, so I will do my best. Didn’t you also say earlier that you didn’t want any accidents to affect the filming? I feel the same way.”

The tender flesh started to ache faintly. Su Cancan lowered her gaze. This sentence overlapped with a memory fragment.

It was a netizen!

19970615 had also explained why she convinced her not to unfollow.

Su Cancan suddenly looked up. Shen Luoyan had already switched back to her indifferent mode, her expression normal, revealing no flaws. Su Cancan let out a breath and forced a casual smile.

Right. How could the distinguished Film Empress Shen have followed her for five or six years, while also being a die-hard fan who stole her roles and endorsements? Netizens are netizens, and she is she.

“You’re right,” Su Cancan’s voice turned cold as well. “I will be more careful with my words and actions in the future and protect myself.

She coiled her long hair behind her ear and stood away from the sofa: “You don’t need to worry too much about me. During the filming, we can each take care of ourselves. I guarantee that my staff won’t blame you if any accident happens to me.”

Shen Luoyan’s round, blunt fingernails dug into her palm. Unconsciously tightening her grip, she created four purplish crescent moons of various sizes. She should take a course—a course on how to talk to her. She seemed to be able to provoke her anger and frustration at any moment. This was really not a good thing.

The staff member peeking through the screen suddenly felt a chill down his back. The room full of pink bubbles instantly burst, leaving behind a mess and two people ready to clash, plus himself.

“Understood.”

Shen Luoyan couldn’t find a reply. Fearing that the conversation would continue to an irreconcilable end, she said it faintly, then lowered her head to look for the script. Her assistant wasn’t with the crew to handle other matters for her. The scripts were sorted and stored. She restrained her trembling hand, found the file labeled “Period Drama,” and clicked on it with her fingertip.

How could two living people in the same room completely ignore each other’s existence? Su Cancan practiced yoga for over ten minutes, feeling frustrated. She took out her Bluetooth earbuds from her backpack’s inner pocket, connected to her electronic device, and furiously exercised.

Holding in a burst of energy, her movements were not skillful; almost all of them were distorted due to overexertion.

Shen Luoyan couldn’t convince herself not to pay attention to Su Cancan. She flipped through the script several times, her gaze distractedly drifting over. Su Cancan’s forceful movements created a series of thuds on the floor despite the yoga mat. Shen Luoyan wanted to advise her, but after a struggle, she closed her mouth and her eyes, leaning back on the sofa.

Few people listen to rock and hip-hop while doing yoga. Her swan arms were more like an eagle’s wingspan. After the playlist looped once, Su Cancan stopped, breathing heavily, exhausted. Her close-fitting inner-wear was soaked with sweat and clung to her torso. She nonchalantly glanced at Shen Luoyan.

In the warm sunlight, Shen Luoyan was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed. She was as serene as an exhibit in an art museum, a masterpiece into which the creator had poured all their effort—impeccable features, fair skin where not even a magnifying glass could find a pore, slender limbs, and a composed posture.

Su Cancan never thought she would one day associate Shen Luoyan with such beautiful descriptions. She bit the soft flesh of her cheek and turned her head.

What exhibit? She’s a complete villain.

She angrily marched back to the bathroom in the bedroom to shower, slowing and softening her steps despite her anger.

The staff member slumped into his office chair, covering himself with the small blanket he used during all-night shifts.

Can someone tell me how to ship this CP? I’m going crazy!

Also, can these teachers stop being so childish, constantly taking off their mics to whisper? Post-production is going to be so hard!

Su Cancan couldn’t hear his inner roar. Standing under the showerhead, as the warm liquid flowed down her body, she had a sudden inspiration.

Didn’t we need to come up with nicknames? I’m going to call her Sweetie.

Shen Tiantian (Sweetie)!