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The set of Episode 41 suddenly fell silent; even the machines seemed to have forgotten to run.

The staff stood dumbfounded, growing inexplicably tense as the same question arose in their minds: Wasn't this the most common kind of catfight?

Why was the atmosphere so tense and uneasy?

The way they were staring each other down somehow felt like catching a suspect at a crime scene.

Alarm bells blared in Pan Xiaoyue's heart. She narrowed her eyes, glaring first at the assistant. The assistant's scalp prickled under her stare, and he silently shifted a step away to avoid her gaze, inwardly grumbling, What's with the stink? It wasn't me who set it up!

Besides, he was pretty handsome, wasn't he? Didn't that suit your needs perfectly?

Seeing his shifty-eyed look, Pan Xiaoyue immediately flew into a rage. Just as she was about to rush over and grab him, another inner voice interrupted her. I have to say, being a director really isn't something just anyone can do. You need solid technical skills, know when to advance and retreat, and understand military strategy too.

He had long been sick of Pan Xiaoyue's diva behavior, but he was constrained by the investor's goodwill and didn't want to tear things apart. So he had secretly observed the award-winning actress's every move, planning to dig up some dirt and hand it to a gossip account for exposure.

But if he hadn't investigated, he wouldn't have known. Once he did, he was shocked—the director had uncovered an earth-shattering secret!

What secret?

The gossip-loving tycoons pricked up their ears, their eyes brimming with intense curiosity.

The more Pan Xiaoyue listened, the darker her face became. Just as she was about to pounce and cover his mouth, a hand suddenly shot out from beside her and firmly pinned her down.

She turned to curse, only to discover that the person stopping her was Chen Qiwei, the female CEO of the clothing brand she endorsed. If she offended her, that million-dollar contract would go up in smoke.

And so, the inner voice ahead grew even louder. That investor was quick and short-lived—every time, he was done in under two minutes. Pan Xiaoyue was left unsatisfied, yet still had to pretend she enjoyed it, lying on the bed panting for breath.

No wonder Pan Xiaoyue secretly found herself a young stud. So she kept getting stuck halfway, neither up nor down! What torture!

How had the director learned about this?

Didn't he just overhear Pan Xiaoyue complaining on the phone? She was always being subjected to casting-couch rules, and her mind had become warped. She always wanted to find herself some compensation. After all, her family had once fallen into decline, which was why that quick-and-short guy got to bully her.

Put that way, she was rather pitiful. Who wouldn't like a muscular man with a dog waist?

Especially at an age like Pan Xiaoyue's, like a wolf and tiger in heat. Sympathetic gazes landed on her from all around, especially from the female bosses, whose expressions were full of understanding.

Pan Xiaoyue, what was going on with you?

After exposing all that dirt, I still have to thank the director. I'm just waiting for Pan Xiaoyue to blow up. It'd be best if someone secretly filmed it and posted it online. Once public opinion ferments, even if she doesn't die, she'll lose a layer of skin. After that, she'll have to behave and film properly.

But then, after watching her work herself up for ages, her mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, yet not a single word came out. What was going on? Had her tolerance suddenly improved?

The director thought, This catfight can't just go cold. I'd better personally stir the pot.

"Xiaoyue, don't be so hostile."

"Although Yichuan was introduced into the production, and his acting still needs work, at least he's handsome. He'd make a decent face for the show."

The implication was clear: he was a parachuted-in newcomer with poor acting skills, but he had money and backing. What could you do about it?

Song Yichuan was no fool. He could hear the hidden meaning at once and shot the director a glance. Director, you really know how to smooth things over. You want the money, and you want the people too.

You dislike Pan Xiaoyue's bad temper, yet covet her acting skills. You despise the investor for being quick and short-lived, yet can't wait to pull out your payment QR code. One face in public and another behind the scenes, nitpicking and playing with the wind—you've truly mastered it.

Pan Xiaoyue finally knew where to aim her anger. She yanked back her arm and slapped the director squarely across the face. "I quit! Find whoever you want!"

Holy shit, they're actually fighting?

Isn't anyone going to stop them?

Hey, the director's face is swollen!

Pan Xiaoyue is incredible. At the very moment her father owes three hundred million in debt, she can still refuse to bow for five pecks of rice!

So what, is she still going to hook up with that young stud tonight?

To mend her emotional wounds?

But he charges too! One night costs a hundred thousand!

Pan Xiaoyue, who had already reached the entrance to the set, suddenly twisted her ankle and fell into her assistant's arms.

Damn it, how does he even know the price?

God, I have to leave right now, or he'll dig even deeper!

With that thought, Pan Xiaoyue instantly straightened up and vanished without a trace.

The director, who had been slapped out of nowhere, was bewildered. What had just happened?

The three men who had come in were clearly the investors, and they were even sitting there watching the show. Why didn't you hit them? Why hit me?

Was something wrong with your brain? Work your family into bankruptcy, why don't you?

"Uh, Teacher Pan lost her temper again. She'll be fine once she calms down."

The director found himself an excuse to save face. Turning his head, he saw that the big shots from the capital circle had all fallen silent, their eyes shining brightly and their faces looking thoroughly satisfied.

What did that mean?

Did they enjoy watching him get slapped?

Could someone please kick them out?

This kind of set visit was truly annoying.

With that thought, he looked again at the culprit, Song Yichuan.

"Yichuan, how about we do a screen test? I'll take a look at your temperament, then we can study your makeup in the dressing room?"

For a modern drama, was there any need to be so nitpicky?

Could he be deliberately trying to mess with me?

The gossip spectators thought, Ha, trying to mess with the gossip king?

Then you're not far from death.

Song Yichuan stepped forward. "Sure, let's try it."

"Which scene?"

"Uh, there's a fight scene." The director held up the open script and pretended to flip through a couple of pages.

"It may require some martial arts foundation. Do you think you can do it yourself?"

"If not, we can use a stunt double."

Song Yichuan leaned over to look. "A high-altitude jump?"

"Yes. The second male lead you're playing is being chased, then escapes to the third floor of a hotel and jumps out the window."

Did that even require martial arts training?

Back when I was a paparazzo—well, when I wasn't at Yuji—I often got chased after taking photos. If I didn't have this little bit of skill, I wouldn't get any stories at all.

"No stunt double. I'll do it myself."

Mr. and Mrs. Song thought, A paparazzo? Our precious son did that kind of work too? Oh, how pitiful!

When the director looked up, his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Don't force yourself. If you get hurt, you'll cause trouble and we'll have to pay compensation."

Song Yichuan pressed his lips into a smile. "Don't worry. I still have this much athletic ability."

After saying that, he looked at the director, and his expression suddenly froze.

The industry big shots, who had thought the gossip session was over, immediately perked up again when they saw Song Yichuan's expression.

Oh my, the director had more than one way of discovering Pan Xiaoyue's secret. He's also a VIP guest at Hunk Club—the young stud Pan Xiaoyue often hires. He is too...