Su Yu's Thunderous Methods

The first ray of autumn morning light slanted through a gap in the curtains and fell across the bedsheets.

Intermittent murmurs echoed through the bedroom.

Qiu Qiu suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently.

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while as her thoughts gradually returned from the nightmare.

She sat up and picked up her mobile phone to check the time.

6:14

September 19, 2023, the fifth day of the eighth lunar month.

Looking at the words "fifth day of the eighth lunar month," her lips moved slightly, and her gaze dimmed.

There were still ten days until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it happened to connect with the National Day holiday, making for eight consecutive days off.

Yet she could not feel happy at all.

Because the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month was the anniversary of her father's death.

Her frequent nightmares lately were probably related to that date drawing near.

She did not actually have much of an impression of her father, only a handful of memories.

Most of what she knew came from relatives' accounts, along with a few photos and videos.

After all, her father had already passed away when she was three.

Still, she could not help feeling something unique in her heart.

Sometimes, she wondered whether she would have lived a happier life if her father were still alive, and whether Grandma would not have had to die.

Once she graduated from university and earned enough money, she could have let them live happily.

She let her thoughts run wild for a long time.

Only when she came to her senses did she realize that her tears had already soaked her arm.

After wiping away her tears,

Qiu Qiu got out of bed, changed into a yoga suit, put some millet porridge on to cook, then went to the living room to begin practicing yoga.

A little after seven in the morning.

"Creak—" The master bedroom door opened right on time.

"Senior Schoolmate, good morning."

"Morning, Qiu Qiu." Gao Mengting emerged looking full of energy, waved, and headed toward the restroom.

Once she finished a set of yoga movements, Cheng Qiuqiu quickly got to her feet, went into the kitchen, and started cooking.

Breakfast was simple: egg pancakes, mixed vegetables, and millet porridge.

It did not take much effort to make. By the time Gao Mengting had washed up, the food had just been placed on the dining table.

"Thank you, Qiu Qiu. You worked hard." Gao Mengting gave her busty junior schoolmate a firm hug and affectionately rubbed her face against hers.

Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head somewhat awkwardly. "It wasn't hard. It's what I should do."

Though she had a cold personality, she knew who treated her well and understood how to repay kindness.

Gao Mengting had invited her to join Songmei Clothing, offered her a salary of ten thousand, and often guided her and helped her get along with her colleagues.

To her, Gao Mengting was already like half a family member, as well as the best friend she had had in all these years. After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Qiuqiu turned and went back into the kitchen, taking a red plastic bag out of the refrigerator.

She opened the bag and placed the glass jar inside on the dining table.

It looked like the wide-mouthed jars once used for jam or pickles. Faint traces of an old label remained on the jar, while the peeled-off areas showed pale white adhesive marks.

Gao Mengting asked curiously, "Is this... chili sauce?"

"Mm." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded, forcefully twisted open the lid, scooped some into a small dish, and said, "Senior Schoolmate, give it a try. It was mailed over from my hometown. See if it suits your taste."

The chili sauce was deep red with hints of brown. A thin layer of golden rapeseed oil floated on the surface, reflecting faintly in the morning sunlight.

"Sure, I'll try it. Chuan Province chili sauce is always delicious!" Gao Mengting smiled, picked up a chopstickful, and brought it to her mouth.

A rich, spicy aroma hit her nose, carrying a faintly mellow fermented fragrance.

After taking a bite with an egg pancake, her eyes instantly lit up. "This tastes way better than that stuff my dad makes. Delicious!"

As she spoke, she spread out an egg pancake, smeared on a layer of chili sauce, rolled in some mixed vegetables, and began eating with gusto.

Hearing her senior schoolmate's praise, spoken with a hometown accent, Cheng Qiuqiu's face broke into a radiant smile.

It was the homemade chili sauce she had loved since childhood. Her mother had asked Gao Junfeng to pass it along to her last time.

"Bzz, bzz—" The mobile phone on the table vibrated, and the screen lit up.

Xu An: "Qiu Qiu, your company's team-building trip is to Wushan this Friday night, right?"

Cheng Qiuqiu picked up her mobile phone, unlocked it, and typed a reply: "Mm, that's right."

Xu An: "Which hotel are you staying at?"

Cheng Qiuqiu: "The Shangri-La Hotel in HaiGang District."

Xu An: "Wow, your company is really spending big. Everyone's staying at a Five-Star Hotel."

Xu An: "There's something I never told you. I'm filming in Wushan now—I just arrived yesterday.

"I'll be here for a while, so we can finally meet up. Surprise?"

Seeing the message, Cheng Qiuqiu froze slightly. Only then did she remember that Xu An had indeed posted on Moments before that he had landed a new acting job.

She quickly replied, "Snowy Night Clearing or Go to a Sunset?"

Xu An: Snowy Night Mist, a major production adapted from a popular IP, packed with huge stars. Unfortunately, I'm just a minor supporting character.

I'm staying at a four-star hotel here.

Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and replied excitedly, "I remember Luo Wanyin from the Echo Girl Group also has a cameo. Will she be in Wushan during this period?"

Although she was Su Yu's most devoted fan, she was also a fan of Echo, since Su Yu had come from the group.

She had always kept track of the members' activities.

Xu An: "Unfortunately, no. She's a First-Tier Superstar, and it's only a cameo. The crew can only work around her schedule."

Xu An: "But Bei Yuwei is here. She's playing the fourth female lead. I heard she has quite a lot of scenes and will be filming until the end of the month."

"Bei Yuwei..." Cheng Qiuqiu murmured.

Gao Mengting, who was eating across from her, raised her eyebrows curiously. "What is it, Qiu Qiu? Some entertainment gossip?"

"No, Senior Schoolmate." Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head. "Xu An just told me that Bei Yuwei is filming in Wushan lately."

"Huh?! Bei Yuwei is in Wushan? What a coincidence!" Gao Mengting's eyes instantly sparkled.

Bei Yuwei could be said to have helped Songmei Clothing immensely in getting off the ground.

They were about to go on a team-building trip. If they could run into her again, it would definitely spark another wave of discussion, and the advertising effect would be unimaginable.

Especially since they were currently building their brand and desperately needed publicity.

However, she quickly calmed down, knowing that the odds of such a thing happening were close to zero.

The reason the last time had been so effective was because the "coincidence" and "drama" had created the conditions for it to go viral.

Now, even if they spent a fortune hiring Bei Yuwei as an endorser, it would not have the same effect.

Still, they could think of a way to find out where the crew was filming, then have He Yiyi livestream and shoot videos nearby to ride Bei Yuwei's wave of popularity.

The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Gao Mengting immediately picked up her mobile phone and wrote the idea into her notes.

"By the way, Qiu Qiu." Gao Mengting looked up and asked excitedly, "Do you know where the crew Bei Yuwei is working with is located? The filming sites, hotel, things like that."

Cheng Qiuqiu immediately said, "I'll ask. I should be able to find out."

With that, she quickly typed and started chatting with Xu An.

Since they were both Su Yu fans and had been classmates for three years in high school, she and Xu An were fairly good friends. He could help with something this small.

After a moment, she looked up and said, "They're staying at a Five-Star Hotel in the city center. There are three filming locations, and which one they use will depend on the shooting schedule."

"Oh, okay."

As they ate and chatted, Gao Mengting gradually learned the full picture of the production from Cheng Qiuqiu.

It was an ancient-style wuxia film, originally a novel. Its animated adaptation had already gone viral across the internet, and the film was highly anticipated.

Huayi and Bona jointly led the production, while Tencent, Jiangzhu Film Industry, Taopiaopiao, and other well-known domestic film and television companies had also joined.

It was a true major production that had brought together first-rate teams from across the country.

The male and female leads were both famous domestic stars, while the supporting cast included many veteran actors familiar to the public.

The production costs alone exceeded one hundred million Renminbi. Adding actor salaries, public relations, and promotion, the total cost approached two hundred million. Combining visual spectacles such as Sword Qi Controlling Snow and Mechanical Mysterious Arts, the entire film had more than fifteen hundred special-effects shots.

The white Bentley Continental drove out of the Underground Parking Lot. Tang Song wore a high-spirited smile, still savoring the lingering intimacy with Big Sister that morning.

Last night, with the support of the Recovery Potion and the "High Spirits buff," Big Sister had completely let go of her reserve. In the end, she had even cried—really cried tears as she sobbed.

She had agreed to many of his shameless requests.

Even though Big Sister had been so exhausted she could barely stand, she had still followed his wishes that morning, changed into a black silk short skirt, played the part of an innocent female high school student, and played a "game" with him.

That sense of conquest made his heart surge, impossible to calm.

As the car passed the entrance to the residential compound, Tang Song looked through the window at Building 9 in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly.

Come to think of it, the Female President had been on a business trip for a week already, busy establishing the branch company and selecting and renovating the Flagship Store,

and she had barely taken the initiative to contact him.

Only when he messaged her would she reply with a few words, and their topics were mostly about work. This truly made Tang Song understand the meaning of the words "workaholic."

No wonder the Female President had taken the initiative to request "no marriage."

Xie Shuyu truly was not a qualified girlfriend, much less a qualified wife.

If Tang Song had only her as his boyfriend, they probably would have broken up long ago.

The car crawled through traffic, and after nearly twenty minutes, it finally arrived at Yunxi Building.

Tang Song locked the car and walked into the elevator lobby.

It was rush hour, and the elevator was packed. Quite a few girls noticed the Handsome Hunk standing in the corner

and deliberately moved closer, trying to attract his attention.

All kinds of perfume scents mixed together and rushed into his nose.

Tang Song kept a calm expression throughout, showing no emotional fluctuation.

Having been a Male God for so long, he had developed basic composure.

He stepped out of the elevator and entered Songmei Clothing's office area.

The employees greeted him enthusiastically one after another.

Tang Song did not head straight for the President's Office. Instead, he deliberately detoured to the Brand Department.

His gaze quickly settled on Cheng Qiuqiu, who sat in a corner working seriously.

Cultivation progress: 37% (Not yet sprouted)

The Dream Flower Seed was growing vigorously and quickly. It should sprout this week.

He was genuinely curious about an item capable of peering into and influencing other people's dreams.

"President Tang! Good morning!" "President Tang."

"Morning." Tang Song smiled and waved to everyone. When his gaze met Cheng Qiuqiu's, he gave a slight nod.

Cheng Qiuqiu merely glanced at him indifferently before lowering her head and continuing to work, as if she was not particularly affected.

Tang Song did not linger and turned to walk farther inside.

When he reached the door of the Executive Vice President Office, he stopped and lightly knocked on it with his long fingers.

"Come in!" Gao Mengting's gentle, lively voice came from inside.

Tang Song pushed open the office door and saw his partner chatting with her assistant, Tan Qi.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing the entire office in warmth.

Gao Mengting wore a simple, capable black women's suit over a white undershirt, fully displaying the air of an elite professional.

Her long brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, and she wore low-saturation makeup that emphasized her delicate, gentle features.

She exuded a unique sense of atmosphere. Noticing Tang Song walk in, Gao Mengting revealed a bright smile. "President Tang, you came at just the right time. I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Seeing this, Tan Qi hurriedly stood. "President Gao, then I'll go discuss the details with President Yu first."

"Mm, go ahead." Gao Mengting nodded.

Tan Qi gave Tang Song a slight bow, then jogged out of the office and thoughtfully closed the door.

Gao Mengting stood and shook the folder in her hand. "Come on, President Tang. Our team-building trip is coming up soon. This is the plan from the HR and Administration Department. Take a look and see whether anything needs adjusting."

Tang Song's lips curved upward. He took the document from his partner and casually set it on the desk.

The next second, he directly wrapped an arm around her waist, lowered his head, and kissed her, gently sucking on her sweet lips.

Gao Mengting's body trembled slightly, but she did not push him away.

Feeling Tang Song's heat and tenderness, she quietly closed her eyes and let his presence envelop her.

After a while, Tang Song looked at his partner's flushed face. His hand could not help moving lower, sliding over her waistline and landing on her firm, shapely buttocks.

"Mmm—"

Gao Mengting bit his tongue, and the trembling of her body grew more intense.

After a moment, she forcefully pushed against Tang Song's chest and said in embarrassment and irritation, "Hey, let go. This is the office. What are you trying to do?"

Tang Song gave her a light pat before reluctantly releasing her. He laughed softly. "I know you've been working hard lately, so I specially gave you a loving hug."

"Oh, screw you. So improper!" Gao Mengting lightly punched his chest and adjusted her slightly disheveled clothes.

She was an extremely sensitive person. Even this degree of intimate contact was almost more than she could bear.

The two teased and laughed with each other for a few moments.

Only then did Tang Song pick up the team-building proposal and begin reading it.

Gao Mengting moved close and introduced it in a low voice, "We definitely can't stop our livestreams, so the plan is to divide everyone into two groups.

"We'll avoid the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday and travel at staggered times.

"The first group will be He Yiyi's operations team, the functional support departments, and non-core supply chain positions—about forty-five people.

"Traveling in batches can reduce management difficulty and improve the travel experience."

Tang Song nodded from time to time, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

The company was already on the right track. This was Songmei Clothing's first team-building trip, and it was of extraordinary significance.

The proposal was extremely comprehensive, covering travel arrangements, itinerary planning, execution details, and expense estimates.

It even included contingency plans for risks.

"Worth mentioning, Bei Yuwei is in Wushan right now, and where she's staying isn't too far from us. I plan to have Yi Yi do two livestreams around her hotel or the crew's filming location, so we can ride some of her popularity."

Hearing this, Tang Song's brows lifted slightly as he murmured, "Bei Yuwei..."

He and that wildly popular top-tier actress were quite fated, too.

He just didn't know whether he would be able to see her again on this trip to Wushan.

Wushan City, Red Maple Forest filming set.

In the stars' Rest Area, the atmosphere was somewhat delicate.

Bei Yuwei lowered her head and flipped through the script in hand, her expression calm. "Sister Ruixi, the brand contacted me. They rejected your contract renewal and chose me instead, which shows they value market popularity more."

Li Ruixi lifted her coffee and took a sip, the corner of her mouth curving into a meaningful smile. "Hehe, I suppose so. After all, not everyone can be like little sister Yuwei and become 'an overnight sensation' with just one drama. But—

The faster you rise, the faster you fall. I build things steadily and take my time."

Bei Yuwei looked up, her sweet smile flawless. "Building steadily? Sister Ruixi is right. After all, some people have been acting for so many years and can still only play the third female lead."

"You!" Li Ruixi's gaze instantly turned cold, her tone dripping with mockery. "You should be more concerned with how much of your own screen time is left."

Bei Yuwei replied softly, "I heard Sister Ruixi's last drama didn't even reach a 0.5 rating?"

Li Ruixi took a deep breath, her tone becoming even sharper. "Don't think you can rest easy just because you're popular now. The trends in the entertainment industry change much faster than your acting skills! And I heard you've been tangled up in negative news lately. Don't make some huge mess when the time comes—you won't be able to afford the penalty fees."

Bei Yuwei's fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning pale, yet she maintained that sweet smile as though Li Ruixi's words had no effect on her at all.

Just then, an assistant hurried over and said in a low voice, "Sister Ruixi, it's time to go to the dressing room.

"

Li Ruixi rose to her feet, shot Bei Yuwei a condescending look, then turned and strode away.

Looking at her disappearing back at the door, Bei Yuwei pressed her lips together tightly, a trace of gloom surfacing in her eyes.

Li Ruixi was the same type of artist as her, and their resources and endorsements overlapped heavily.

Furthermore, in this drama, one was the third female lead and the other was the fourth. Friction was inevitable.

Unlike her, Li Ruixi had powerful investors backing her.

Taking advantage of that, she not only bought online marketing accounts to fabricate scandals and stir up comparisons and attacks, but also pressured the screenwriter into adding side plots for her, squeezing out and cutting Bei Yuwei's scenes.

It had been some time since Bei Yuwei's last hit drama ended, and her popularity was steadily declining.

She desperately needed more exposure, and the big-budget film "Snowy Night Clearing" was undoubtedly the most suitable opportunity.

But after Li Ruixi's interference, nearly all of her highlight scenes had been cut, and her role was practically becoming a cameo.

That was something she absolutely could not accept.

As a standard traffic star, although Bei Yuwei had become hugely popular in a short time because of one drama, her standing was not high.

Moreover, Tang Zong Entertainment had not participated in the production or investment of this film.

She and her manager had repeatedly raised the issue with the production's leadership, but the results had been negligible.

Producer Gao Miao had agreed to help coordinate, but he had put forward conditions she could not accept.

After she rejected him, he had even humiliated her verbally.

It had left her in a thoroughly awkward situation.

This was Bei Yuwei's first time participating in a film and appearing on the big screen. It meant a great deal to her.

And countless haters, competitors, and people waiting to laugh at her were watching.

Full of ambition, she naturally refused to fail like this, so she played her biggest card directly.

Tang Song.

Thinking of that charming man, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

"Creak—" The door to the lounge was pushed open directly.

"Tap tap tap—"

Rapid footsteps approached.

Bei Yuwei closed her script and asked somewhat nervously, "Sister Bing, is there any news from the company?"

Manager Sister Bing shook her head, her expression grave. "Not yet. Did President Mo reply to you afterward?"

Bei Yuwei bit her lip and opened her mobile phone to take a look. "No."

President Mo: "I know."

It was still that calm, indifferent reply, completely different from the reaction she had imagined.

At the Gathering Stars banquet, she had personally seen how warmly Mo Xiangwan treated Tang Song. They were clearly friends with a good relationship.

And Tang Song was also a shareholder in the company.

By normal logic, Mo Xiangwan should have acted directly, given Huayi a call, and everything would have settled down peacefully.

But the truth was that fourteen hours had passed without any movement.

Could it be that President Mo had asked Tang Song to verify it, and he had directly denied it?

Thinking of this, Bei Yuwei suddenly began to feel anxious and uncertain.

She admitted that she had approached Songmei Clothing and Tang Song precisely to find herself someone to back her.

She wanted to become famous. She wanted to remain famous.

But she did not think there was anything wrong with what she had done.

Even though she was currently popular, without capital protecting her, she could still be seen by some Big Shots as a "controllable target."

Just like now.

Sister Bing sat down beside her and said in a low voice, "Yuwei, that President Tang you mentioned—is he the one who appeared at the Gathering Stars banquet before?"

"Mm." Bei Yuwei nodded.

Sister Bing fell silent for a moment, a trace of worry flashing through her eyes. "A Big Shot like him certainly doesn't lack women around him. And you haven't had any substantive development with him, so I'm afraid—"

She paused, then continued, "Actually, you're only an ordinary supporting character in 'Snowy Night Mist.' With your current popularity, as long as you have another one or two hit projects, you can truly make it onto the big screen. There's no need to rush."

"No!" Bei Yuwei pressed her lips together. "This is my first movie. I don't want it to become a regret. And it's been promoted for so long already. If I end up with barely any scenes, my reputation will suffer too."

"Ah—" Sister Bing sighed and said nothing more.

She felt rather helpless inside as well.

Bei Yuwei was still young. Having just experienced explosive popularity across the internet, she had already become deeply trapped in the pursuit of fame and fortune, unable to pull herself free.

But there were many ambitious stars, and even more people who wanted fame.

Resources were limited. If you wanted them, you had to pay a price.

Relying on nothing more than a photo with a company shareholder, she wanted someone like President Mo to interfere in another entertainment company's business on her behalf. No matter how she looked at it, it was a little too fanciful.

"Sister Yuwei, it's time for a touch-up." Assistant Tao Zi jogged over and reminded her softly.

Bei Yuwei nodded, rose, and walked outside.

Just as she stepped through the Main Door of the lounge, Sister Bing's mobile phone suddenly began to vibrate.

Sister Bing lowered her head and glanced at the screen, her heart skipped a beat. Lowering her voice, she said, "It's President Li from the Film and Television Projects Department."

Bei Yuwei's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly stopped walking and stared intently at Sister Bing.

Answering the call, Sister Bing spoke enthusiastically and respectfully. "Hello, President Li!"

"Yes, yes, yes. We're currently at the filming set for 'Snowy Night Clearing.' Yuwei is right beside me."

"Mm, oh, okay, I understand!"

"Alright, Director Wei. Thank you for your trouble. Goodbye!"

Hung up the phone, Sister Bing's face blossomed with excitement. She grabbed Bei Yuwei's arm and lowered her voice. "Director Wei said your matter has been handled. Wait peacefully, there will be results very soon."

Bei Yuwei's face instantly flushed red, her heart racing. She tried to remain composed as she said, "That's good."

If everything had gone smoothly, it meant her guess had been right.

Tang Song really could protect her.

More importantly, President Mo had acknowledged her relationship with Tang Song. From now on, she had someone behind her too!

Tang Zong Entertainment's resources would inevitably lean toward her.

After adjusting her emotions with effort, Bei Yuwei's expression gradually returned to normal. She pushed open the door to the dressing room and walked inside.

Hearing the door open, Li Ruixi coldly swept Bei Yuwei a glance, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth, but she said nothing.

Bei Yuwei ignored her gaze and walked straight into the changing room. After changing into her period costume, she calmly sat down before the makeup mirror.

Two makeup artists quickly gathered around her and began applying her makeup.

Over twenty minutes passed.

Sister Bing suddenly cried out and hurried to Bei Yuwei's side. "Yuwei, something happened! Something huge happened!"

Bei Yuwei swiftly opened her eyes and asked nervously, "What happened, Sister Bing?"

Sister Bing was breathing rapidly, her face flushed, and her voice carried barely concealed excitement. "We just received word!

Producer Gao Miao was exposed for recordings and evidence of exploiting artists through unspoken rules. On top of that, there are tax issues and contract disputes.

Tang Zong Entertainment issued an industry notice blacklisting Gao Miao and forbidding him from participating in any film or television projects, variety shows, or commercial events.

Other entertainment companies, directors, actors, screenwriters, and others have all spoken out online, jointly boycotting Gao Miao."

The corner of Bei Yuwei's eye twitched, and her mind could barely process it.

Gao Miao was not only the producer of the production. He was also a senior executive for the investors, with extensive resources and connections. He was considered a hidden heavyweight in the industry.

She had only mentioned it briefly. How had it escalated to the point of blacklisting him?

Li Ruixi, who had heard their conversation, stood stunned for a long while before she could not help asking, "Where did you get that news?"

As soon as she spoke, a burst of urgent knocking sounded at the door.

Immediately afterward, several figures entered the dressing room.

Through the mirror, Bei Yuwei saw chief director Lu Ming, supervising producer Xu Yulan, screenwriter Zhao Ding, and others.

Her heart seemed to sense something, but she did not dare be certain.

Director Lu Ming walked straight to Bei Yuwei's side, his voice gentle and sincere. "Yuwei, I've actually always had objections to the earlier cuts to the plot. They affected the character's integrity and development too much. I just discussed it with Zhao Ding, and we've already come up with a preliminary revision plan that adds many key plotlines."

Screenwriter Zhao Ding immediately stepped forward and smiled as he echoed him, vividly explaining his ideas for the script revisions.

There was a hint of ingratiation and caution in his tone, as if he were afraid Bei Yuwei might be dissatisfied.

Li Ruixi's expression gradually turned ugly, and she could not help saying, "Director Lu, won't changing it this way affect the overall pacing? The film has limited runtime, and adding too many side plots might make the audience feel it's too long."

Lu Ming frowned, his tone indifferent. "Ruixi, this is an internal adjustment by the production. You don't need to concern yourself with it."

Li Ruixi wanted to say more, but when she saw Lu Ming's unquestionable gaze, she ultimately shut her mouth.

Bei Yuwei took a deep breath, a sweet smile appearing on her face. "Thank you, Director Lu and Screenwriter Zhao. I'll do my utmost to portray this role well and won't disappoint everyone's expectations."

The few of them exchanged pleasantries in the dressing room for a while longer, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

When Lu Ming and the others said goodbye and left, Li Ruixi gritted her teeth and quickly followed after them.

She truly could not accept it and wanted to get a clear answer.

The dressing room became quiet once more.

Bei Yuwei could no longer hide the excitement and thrill on her face. Her eyes gleamed as she said in a low voice, "It worked!"

Sister Bing nodded with surging emotions. "Yes, Yuwei, this time it really is a—"

Before she could finish, her ringtone suddenly sounded.

Sister Bing lowered her head and looked at the screen, her expression changing slightly. She reminded her in a low voice, "It's the Artist Director! I'll answer it!"

She quickly answered the call, her tone respectful. "Hello? Director Wei."

"Mm-hmm, go ahead."

"Listen... This... Alright... I understand."

Hung up the phone, Sister Bing turned to Bei Yuwei, her tone complicated. "Yuwei, Director Wei said all subsequent filming plans for 'Snowy Night Mist' have been suspended. Once things here are finished, you need to go to company headquarters first."

"All filming plans suspended? Go to company headquarters? Why?" Bei Yuwei's face turned pale with fright.

Sister Bing took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Director Su wants to see you."

Bei Yuwei said incredulously, "Wh-which Director Su?"

"Miss Su Yu."