The Scandalous Actress Needs to Strive GL - Chapter 6

Qiu Wan was the first to wake up. After all, last night she had taken advantage of the alcohol to torment Mu Qingchen for a longer time. She looked at the person still sound asleep beautiful, yes, but too cold. A phrase surfaced in her mind: high cold, abstinent, old-school cadre.

Her beauty was a polar opposite to the original host’s aggressive beauty, but now, she had at least seen this face when it was in a state of allure. Qiu Wan recalled the person’s flushed face and unsteady breathing, a spark of light flashing in her eyes.

She let out a soft sigh. Perhaps the Heavens thought she was too tired of being the Prime Minister’s daughter, which was why she was given this opportunity to experience a different kind of life.

After all, Qiu Wan wasn’t inherently prim and gentle. In private, she wanted to live a more unrestrained life, to go to the mountains and have a drink, to steal a bouquet of cherry blossoms in Jiangnan. Not to be confined to the deep boudoir, upholding the rules of a distinguished lady, never stepping outside the gates, and attending the tedious banquets of various noble families.

She came back to her senses, burrowed into the covers, and then straddled the bed, pressing her entire body onto Mu Qingchen. She lowered her head gently and kissed those tempting lips.

“Hmm…” Mu Qingchen felt a sudden weight on her. Her not yet fully conscious mind didn’t have time to process what was happening when a soft, familiar touch landed on her lips. Her mouth was parted, and her tongue was involuntarily entwined by the other party.

She opened her eyes, instantly chasing away all traces of sleepiness.

Her legs were pushed apart. She struggled to keep her eyes open and blinked. Realizing the situation, she reached out to push Qiu Wan away, but her weak hands were instead trapped.

“May I ask, what is the young lady’s name?” Qiu Wan pulled back slightly. Although she yearned for a life of freedom and ease, years of her mother’s instruction had instilled some traditional values in her bones.

For example, she felt no ill will toward this cold woman in front of her she even felt a little fondness. Most importantly, the two of them had already consummated the marriage. Qiu Wan wanted to take responsibility.

“Let go!” Mu Qingchen frowned. The discomfort of being restrained made her instinctively want to resist. Her face was cold, and she ignored Qiu Wan’s question, even starting to reconsider her decision from last night. This woman was clearly not a compliant bedmate.

“There’s a young lady under me. Do you think she wants it right now?” Failing to get the answer she wanted, a hint of provocation flashed in Qiu Wan’s eyes.

Her lips were once again taken by the other party. Mu Qingchen tried to refuse, but her body was disobediently affected by the other’s touch. She twisted her head away suddenly, her voice husky: “I don’t want to.”

She heard Qiu Wan let out a low chuckle, then lean in and whisper softly near her ear: “What to do? I hear she says she wants it.”

The breath that wasn’t hers near her earlobe was like a spark of fire, slowly spreading, burning across her entire body. Her struggling hands had abandoned their resistance at some point.

When Mu Qingchen woke up again, the room was empty. She reached for her phone, which she noticed had been turned off at some point. Remembering her schedule for the day, she closed her eyes wearily, wondering how her assistant would manage without being able to contact her.

She rested for a while longer, then got up to wash in the bathroom. She looked at herself in the half-length mirror; several unapologetic red marks on her neck reminded her of everything that had happened.

That woman must have done it on purpose. She took two deep breaths, then saw a sticky note attached to the side of the mirror: My phone number… My WeChat ID… You have to be responsible for me

Mu Qingchen bit her lip, tore off the note, and crumpled it into a ball. She paused her movement, then tucked the small paper ball into her pocket.

She had driven there last night, and her phone had been charging in the car. As soon as it turned on, she received a call from her assistant. Remembering the marks on her neck, Mu Qingchen said, “Postpone today’s schedule by one day. Buy a scarf… and buy a set of good coverage makeup to send over.”

At the set of Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty, the director vaguely guessed that the few people from the Mu family were not to be trifled with. Even if their star power wasn’t great, their company was willing to protect them.

So, he didn’t actively try to make things difficult for anyone. As for the conflict between the actors, that was none of his business. Whoever stepped on whom was up to their own skill no one in this industry was a blank slate.

The day of filming passed relatively peacefully, aside from a few sarcastic provocations from Meng Ranli, who played the female lead. Qiu Wan took off her makeup and picked up her phone; there were no messages on calls, texts, or WeChat.

She rubbed her temples in frustration. She should have woken the person up and asked clearly, but she was rushing for filming, and the woman in bed was probably truly exhausted and sleeping so soundly that it was hard to disturb her.

“Miss Qiu, do you have plans for the evening?” Qiu Wan was blocked outside the door immediately after she walked out of the dressing room.

Li He was the male lead of this drama. Like Meng Ranli, most of the artists under the Zhou Entertainment were from idol groups. He was once a member of a first-tier boy band, with a fan base no smaller than a first-tier actor.

However, boy bands are a young person’s game. After being popular for a few years, they are swept away by the next wave once they get older. If they don’t have solid singing ability, they can only transition. Thus, this drama was a tailor-made transitional work for him and Meng Ranli, two singers with large fan bases.

He looked at the face in front of him, whose stunning beauty was hard to conceal even without makeup, and suddenly felt that Meng Ranli’s suggestion was not bad. His initially perfunctory attitude grew more serious.

Li He had the kind of friendly, ‘warm guy’ appearance, positioning himself as the ‘first crush’ with a boy-next-door look. He knew his strengths well. He leaned his arm against the doorframe, his 1.8-meter height pressing down, as if he was trapping Qiu Wan in his embrace.

Qiu Wan took a step back, her back hitting the door. She looked at the overly-narcissistic man in front of her with disdain. Was this the legendary “wall slam” (bì dōng, Japanese: kabedon)?

“Sorry, I have plans.” The words “get lost” circled in her mouth but were swallowed down. The original host was an orphan with no background, and it hadn’t been easy for her to stay safe in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry by playing dumb and flirting. She understood this principle, so she kept a mindset of minimizing enemies, making her words a little more polite.

Unexpectedly, Li He just smiled and turned to leave. Qiu Wan breathed a sigh of relief. She lagged two steps behind and returned to the hotel. After taking a shower, she realized she had been too naive. What kind of person would come up, awkwardly pull a “wall slam,” and then just leave?

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Three spots in the top ten trending searches were occupied again. This web drama was truly popular before it even aired. Qiu Wan sighed lightly. The people playing the male and female leads claimed to be first-tier, yet they constantly had to tie themselves to her, a third-tier minor actress, to stir up trending topics. It was quite ironic.

Perhaps the production team had planned this when casting: a notorious, third-tier “vase” actress any random shot could be used to stir up bad publicity. Wouldn’t that guarantee popularity?

As for what the netizens thought or how they cursed? No one cared about the truth, and even the leads themselves were used to it. Qiu Wan smiled, unbothered, and kept scrolling.

Meanwhile, in Mu Qingchen’s apartment, she clicked on the trending topic. Looking at the person in the photo, she unconsciously unfolded the paper ball on her bedside table.