Honestly, Shen Lian hadn't taken Jiang Nong's feelings too seriously. They seemed full of childish whimsy. Besides, even if Jiang Nong was serious, it still wouldn't work. With how sensitive Chu Yilan was, one bout of heartache would leave Shen Lian unable to sleep for three days.
Sun Binghe was now a human dividing line. Whatever little schemes Jiang Nong tried, Sun Binghe saw straight through them-and never let him get too close to Shen Lian.
Jiang Nong was so angry that he even started stumbling over his lines.
After Liu Zong scolded him, Jiang Nong looked dejected. Su Niansheng pulled him aside and inevitably gave him another lecture. "Do you even know what you're doing?! You're filming! You're working! And this is your attitude? I don't believe you can't see it. What that assistant says is what Shen Lian means. He doesn't feel anything for you..."
Jiang Nong raised his head, and Su Niansheng suddenly couldn't go on.
Jiang Nong's eyes were slightly red, his expression carrying that familiar wounded look. That one trick had worked on everyone since he was little, and even now, Su Niansheng found it hard to resist.
"Am I not good enough, Niansheng?" Jiang Nong asked.
It wasn't that he couldn't see it. Occasionally, when his eyes met Shen Lian's, the other man would look away with calm detachment.
Knowing Sun Binghe wouldn't mince words, Shen Lian didn't want to hurt him twice. He could tell Jiang Nong was proud-a young master who lacked nothing and wore every emotion on his face. Helping him correct his lines or rehearsing scenes together was fine, but talking about romance was absurd.
Su Niansheng was momentarily stunned. Was Jiang Nong not good enough? No. In the Su Family's eyes, Jiang Nong deserved the best.
So much so