The dark clouds hung low.

At the end of December, the film and television city was engulfed in strong winds. The wind seemed to carry with it particles of sand and grit, sweeping across people's faces with a chilling and painful sensation.

The open-air film crew only crudely built a few sheds, and the wind, like a raging monster, roared and howled as it shuttled back and forth among the sheds. The few remaining heaters were completely surrounded by people, rendering them useless.

"Achoo!"

A disposable cup was handed over. Shen Suyun took it and felt it warm in her palm. In the meantime, she reached out and tightly wrapped her down jacket around herself.

It's really unlucky. I only have a total of ten scenes, but every time I encounter terrible weather. It's either raining or strong winds. It looks like it's going to snow tomorrow. If it really snows, I wonder if we will continue filming?

It has been a year since he graduated from a second-tier drama academy. He signed with a small film and television company and has been acting for a year. He has always been assigned supporting roles, and this time he finally managed to land a role as the third male lead. However, he happened to encounter such terrible weather. It's hard to tell whether it is his bad luck or just a coincidence.

The fair and slender fingers held a disposable cup and brought it to the lips. The steam from the hot ginger water with red sugar drifted towards the nose and cheeks. The warm, pleasant scent gradually seeped into the depths of his lungs and heart, slightly alleviating his discomfort. The long eyelashes on the eyelids gently fluttered, casting shadows on the fair face, revealing a hint of a pitiable and sympathetic expression.

Under the black down jacket is a Qingbai-colored long shirt. His feet are clad in a pair of thin, black cloth shoes, with slightly raised toes. It seems that even his toes have curled up from the cold.

"Ah Yun, this film crew is too rudimentary. On such a cold day, they only have a few heaters and don't provide any other thermal items. Since you arrived these few days, you've suffered so much. Should we stop shooting?"

Manager Wu Shen said, handing him the freshly heated electric heating pad. These electric heating pads and the ginger water with brown sugar, he made them himself. This crew only provides terrible box meals that are barely edible and accommodations that are in a horrible state, they don't care about anything else.

"Why wouldn't I shoot? I've already shot half of it," Shen Suyun raised his head, his eyes being steamed by the heat, covered in a layer of mist, dark and black, resembling the eyes of a small animal. He sniffed and pleaded, his tone carrying a hint of urgency, "It's not that much of a role, let me just finish shooting it, okay?"

Wu sighed deeply, "It's not that I don't want you to take it, but you clearly... clearly have better options."

Isn't it better for Li Meng to marry the billionaire president of Wansheng, Qin Youan, and become a successful CEO's wife, a well-respected lady in a prominent family? Even if she doesn't choose to become a prominent family's mistress, it would still be better for Qin President to arrange a few scripts and choose some better supporting roles, rather than acting as the third male lead with uncertain screen time in this small and unknown drama production, right?

When he received the phone call, he was summoned by Qin You'an to become Shen Suyun's manager. He thought he was finally going to make it big. Qin You'an, being his same-sex partner, should at least elevate him to the status of a popular young actor, if not groom him into a movie emperor!

As a result, it has been a whole month, and I have been stuck in this shabby drama crew, suffering from hunger and cold.

Those who are unaware might mistake him for someone who has come to alleviate poverty.

I wonder what this little brat is thinking about.

Shen Suyun lifted her head and took a gulp of the ginger brown sugar water that had already cooled to a temperature similar to her body temperature. With one hand tightly gripping the paper cup that still retained some warmth, she stared intently at the remaining dark red liquid in the cup and murmured, "Mmm... I have no other choice."

"Ah?"

Wu Shen did not react immediately.

Shen Suyun turned her face and looked at him. Her complexion wasn't too good as she said, "Don't mention this matter again in the future."

Wu Shen was even more stunned.

What does this little rascal mean? "This matter," does it refer to his marriage with Qin You'an? Why isn't it mentioned?

Do Su Yun and Mr. Qin have a bad relationship? Or have they been fighting recently?

However, it's also true that ever since they got married over a month ago, he hasn't seen Qin You'an come to look for Shen Suyun. If it were a real happy newlywed couple, why wouldn't he come and find him? But it's also impossible to say that Qin You'an was forced to marry Shen Suyun, right? Shen Suyun, who comes from a rural background, had no connection to Qin You'an before. Besides, Qin You'an is not the type to let others control his marriage, right?

He became more and more confused as he thought about it.

Shen Suyun, on the other hand, placed the paper cup aside, one hand clutching a heating pad while holding the script in the other. With a serious and focused expression, there was not a trace of impatience or annoyance on her delicate face.

Wu Shen thought the scene was so beautiful, quickly grabbed his phone and took a picture of it, then uploaded it to his Weibo:

The cold wind is chilling, but my little sweetheart is working so hard! [So happy]

Wu Shen used to manage the popular rising star Meng Jiaze, but they terminated their contract later on. However, many fans still exist, so Wu Shen would occasionally share photos of Shen Suyun to gain more followers.

Sigh, I don't know when my fans will surpass five million. It's really making me anxious.

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"Ding-dong~"

In the meeting room, everyone dressed smartly is engrossed in reading documents. Suddenly, a jarring sound of a notification from a mobile phone rings out. Instinctively, everyone looks towards the source of the sound and sees the CEO sitting at the head of the table picking up his phone and attentively looking at the screen. They pay no mind and lower their heads to continue studying the materials.

The man held a stack of documents and a phone in one hand, skillfully clicking on the special attention button. Suddenly, a photo popped up on the list-

Outside the cluttered photography studio, a young man sat on a small folding chair, wearing a thick black down jacket. One hand rested on a green electric heating pad, while the other held a script. He was deeply engrossed, his expression focused. His nose bridge and the base of his nose formed a delicate and attractive curve. Under his slightly raised eyelashes, his black eyes seemed to contain countless stars, radiating brilliance. His lips were slightly parted, and his chin and jawline were perfectly angled.

In the previous second, the cold, sharp gaze softened and relaxed a lot after seeing this photo. The thumb gently brushed the screen, as if touching the person in the photo.

The meeting came to an end, and Qin You'an immediately held another high-level meeting. It was not until after four o'clock in the afternoon that he finally finished his busy schedule.

Closing the office door, he finally had the opportunity to take a seat.

Taking a sip of coffee, I discovered that it had already cooled for some time. As I tasted it, bitterness and astringency filled my mouth.

Habitually unlocking his phone, the person he yearned for appeared unexpectedly before his eyes. It was then he realized that he had been keeping this screen open without logging out.

His cold and stern expression softened, as if he had thought of something. Even the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He reached out and pressed the intercom button, not waiting for the other party to speak before saying,

"Shixun, make arrangements for the car. I'm going to the film and television city."

"Alright, Mr. Qin, would you like to book a private room at the restaurant? What would you like to eat?"

Su Yun likes to eat Cantonese cuisine, so he eats Cantonese cuisine.

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qin You'an opened the WeChat app and clicked onto the pinned conversation. On the empty page, he typed in a sentence:

"Do you have any time tonight? I'll come over to see you."

Just as he was about to send it, he suddenly felt unsure and deleted the entire sentence. He then re-entered:

"Tonight, I'll come and see you. I'll arrive around seven o'clock."

--Although he felt that his beloved little sweetheart would not refuse him, but what if? What if?

Qin Zong touched his chest and suddenly discovered that sometimes he also had a fragile heart.