The Tool Brother Thinks It’s Not Okay [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

After a break, the film crew resumed shooting.

In this scene, the male lead, working undercover, infiltrated the Director’s office to steal intelligence. The female lead stood guard at the door. Two cameras filmed simultaneously, one inside the office and one outside.

Inside, Qin Yunran put on gloves and swiftly searched through the documents on the desk, using a hidden miniature camera to photograph useful information. Even without background music to build tension, his slightly furrowed brow, tightly pressed lips, and nearly silent movements conveyed the danger and suspense of the moment.

Everyone watched him, holding their breath, afraid to make a sound. The room was utterly silent, save for the cicadas buzzing noisily in the trees outside the window.

In the corridor outside, heavy footsteps suddenly echoed around the corner, followed by the Director’s cough. The female lead startled, quickly backing away a few steps. As the Director approached, she pretended to be hurrying along, head down, and deliberately bumped into him, scattering the books she was carrying across the floor.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, signaling to Qin Yunran inside. “I’m so sorry, Director! It’s all my fault for not watching where I was going.”

Inside the room, Qin Yunran’s hand left the doorknob, and he stepped back with a frown.

“Young people are always so energetic,” the Director said, crouching down to help the female lead pick up her books. After a brief chat, he stood up and opened the door, noticing her barely concealed anxiety.

“Okay, we’re ready,” the Director announced into his walkie-talkie downstairs. “Next action scene: get Xiao Qin on the wire.”

The monitor froze, and Cheng Kaixin looked up to the second floor. Through the open window, two prop technicians were securing Qin Yunran to the wire.

Downstairs, crew members were cleaning up the set, tossing away leftover drink cups.

Qin Yunran thanked the technicians. His gaze lingered on the untouched milk teas as they were thrown into the trash, as if he felt a pang of regret.

So he has a sweet tooth? Cheng Kaixin watched his little gesture, amusement bubbling in his eyes.

Filming resumed. In a flash, the Director burst through the door. The room was completely empty, as if no one had ever been there.

On the narrow roof ledge of the second-floor exterior wall, Qin Yunran stood pressed tightly against the wall, a dizzying five or six meters above the ground. The camera zoomed in from a distance, then switched to a bird’s-eye view from Qin Yunran’s perspective, making viewers’ hearts race just from watching the shot.

This scene was dangerous. Anyone with even slightly weak nerves would have their legs turn to jelly up there, let alone manage to act well. The director had originally suggested using a stunt double for a wide shot, but Qin Yunran insisted on performing the scene himself to capture a more visceral sense of danger and tension.

“Oh my god, that’s terrifying,” Lian Weiwei murmured, watching Qin Yunran with wide-eyed anxiety. The height alone made her head spin.

A prop assistant called out, “Weiwei, could you give us a hand over here?”

“Sure thing!” Lian Weiwei replied, hurrying over. Her cheerful personality had made her popular with the crew, and she often helped with small tasks.

Qin Yunran moved with his usual agility. He first shuffled sideways along the narrow ledge, each step tightening the crew’s nerves. Reaching the wall, he leaped lightly to the balcony, then quickly scaled down the exterior pipes.

His movements were crisp and efficient, clearly honed through rock climbing practice.

Cheng Kaixin glanced up, shielding his eyes from the sun with the script in his hand. His index finger tapped lightly against the script, the rhythm perfectly matching Qin Yunran’s graceful descent.

Lian Weiwei followed two prop assistants carrying mats and placed them beneath Qin Yunran. She clapped her hands, ready to leave, when a sudden gasp erupted from the crowd.

Halfway down, the pipe beneath Qin Yunran’s foot abruptly cracked!

Everything happened too quickly for anyone to shout a warning. Instead, a chorus of “Fuck!” filled the air. Lian Weiwei barely registered what was happening when she was yanked backward, stumbling into a warm embrace.

“Save the protagonist! Save the protagonist! Aaaah…” A muffled thud cut off the System’s frantic cries.

Dazed, Lian Weiwei looked up and saw Cheng Kaixin’s handsome profile. “Wh-what happened?” Her heart seemed to stop for a moment before pounding like a drum.

Cheng Kaixin’s sharply defined jaw tightened slightly. He patted Lian Weiwei’s head, signaling her to move away.

“Cheng Kaixin! Cheng Kaixin! Cheng Kaixin!” the System shrieked in his ear, sounding like a pig being slaughtered. “Why did you pull her down? Why didn’t you catch the protagonist? Oh my god, my poor protagonist fell from such a height…”

“I was afraid he’d crush me.”

The System fell silent.

Cheng Kaixin lowered his head and grinned at Qin Yunran. “Does it hurt?”

Qin Yunran lay back on the mat, met his gaze for a moment, and grinned back. “Does it hurt you?”

Lian Weiwei cried out, “Quick, call a doctor! They’re injured!”

When Qin Yunran landed, one foot kicked Cheng Kaixin’s shin while the other landed outside the mat.

In the end, both men were taken to the hospital.

On the way, the System kept muttering, “I’ve never seen such a cowardly host. You wouldn’t even risk your life to save the protagonist? That’s so unprofessional and incompetent. If it weren’t for the protagonist’s good fortune…”

Cheng Kaixin sighed and said lazily, “As long as my face is okay.”

[The System: First time feeling schadenfreude over the host’s injury :)]

After the examination, both men were diagnosed with minor fractures. One had a broken left leg, the other a broken right leg. They lay in adjacent hospital beds, their casts almost symmetrical.

The secretary rushed over after receiving the news, his face a picture of misery when he saw Cheng Kaixin. He never imagined his boss would leave the house fine in the morning and return with a broken leg by the afternoon. After arranging Cheng Kaixin’s hospital admission, he still had to report the news to Lu Jinying, a task he dreaded.

Qin Yunran apologized, “I’m sorry for getting you hurt.”

“That was quite a kick. Good thing my bones are tough,” Cheng Kaixin said dryly. Words alone won’t be enough. You need to offer some real compensation.”

Qin Yunran paused, thinking. Cheng Kaixin lacked nothing. If he could, he’d personally care for Cheng Kaixin, but his own injuries were more severe.

“Then how about you kick me back when I’m healed?” he suggested with a smile.

“If I break you, I’m the one who loses,” Cheng Kaixin retorted, glaring at him. Every injury meant delays in filming, burning through his money.

Though Qin Yunran understood the implication, Cheng Kaixin’s gaze made his heart skip a beat. He looked away. “Then what should I do?”

“Easy,” Cheng Kaixin said with a grin. “Do you play video games?”

By the time Qu Wen arrived, Cheng Kaixin had already thoroughly trounced Qin Yunran in several rounds and felt thoroughly satisfied.

Before coming, Qu Wen had mentally prepared himself for the worst. Seeing this scene, he felt relieved. It seemed Qin Yunran and this big boss were getting along quite well.

“Mr. Lu,” Qu Wen said cautiously, “Yunran’s injury wasn’t his fault. How should we handle this?”

The production team should have taken full responsibility for Qin Yunran’s injury. But it was hard to blame them when his long legs had accidentally kicked their boss into the hospital. It was a truly awkward situation.

“Poor supervision is my responsibility. I’ll cover all medical and lost wages,” Cheng Kaixin said decisively. “It’s best to keep this quiet. Let me know if you have any requests.”

Qin Yunran interjected, “You don’t need to pay for my medical expenses. We could just call it even.”

Qu Wen waved his hand behind Qin Yunran’s back, signaling him to stop talking. He then smiled and said, “Of course we wouldn’t ask you to pay for medical expenses. We just need the production team to take responsibility. The problem is, bone injuries take a hundred days to heal.” He glanced at Cheng Kaixin’s expression. “Yunran will need at least a month to recover. What if this delays the filming schedule?”

“The male lead role will be reserved for him,” Cheng Kaixin said, seeing through Qu Wen’s intentions and reassuring him. “He can resume filming whenever he’s fully recovered.”

Qu Wen never imagined Cheng Kaixin would be so agreeable and generous, treating Qin Yunran with such excessive care.

Could he have personally chosen Qin Yunran for the lead role? The more Qu Wen thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Before leaving, he gave Qin Yunran a meaningful look.

Qin Yunran understood the implication even if he didn’t want to. Glancing at Cheng Kaixin, he saw the words “sugar daddy” written all over his face.

He’d never imagined that term would apply to him. The thought had always disgusted him. But now, thinking of it in relation to Cheng Kaixin… being pampered like this actually felt pretty good?

Support