Song Shi'an was held down and manipulated for a while. His thick, black hair was all combed back, with no stray hairs obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, fully revealing his broad, full forehead and sharp brow bones.
The sideburns were neatly trimmed, with sharp lines that accentuated the defined jawline.
Li Feng stepped back two steps to examine the overall effect, then picked up a tube of very thin foundation and swept a very light shadow on his brow bone and the sides of his nose.
After changing into a suit, his entire demeanor changed.
A perfectly tailored, deep charcoal grey handmade suit with a clean, fitted waist that is neither too loose nor too baggy.
Wearing a pure white shirt underneath, with a crisp, wrinkle-free collar, a simple matte silver tie, and a discreet, small tie clip.
The trousers drape perfectly straight, with the hem just covering the top of the leather shoes.
She wore a low-key, ultra-thin mechanical watch on her wrist, and no other accessories.
Li Feng stood aside, looked at the person in the mirror, and couldn't help but whistle.
Every time I do Song Shi'an's makeup, it feels like opening a door to a new world.
Last time, Meng Zhen was all about a crazed, sleazy, loyal dog; this time, Su Wenli has completely transformed into a refined scoundrel.
He was impeccably dressed, but inhuman and wicked, exuding the aura of a domineering CEO through his "scoundrel" persona.
The assistant's heart pounded with excitement and her hands trembled. She had been following her mentor to various film sets for makeup, and from the initial excitement to the later boredom, she realized that not all artists were so easy to talk to.
Song Shi'an is considered one of the more obedient types; he does whatever he's asked to do, is good-looking, and has a good temper.
She's still watching " The Emperor's Ambition," but it's almost over, which is a real shame.
As the protagonist of the episodic series, Su Wenli is an absolute villain.
It is said that there is something hateful about a pitiful person, but Su Wenli is different; he is purely evil.
He had no pitiful background, nor any tragic experiences; his life went smoothly.
Although her family was ordinary, she was intelligent and got into the best universities. Within two years of graduation, she became a partner in a law firm, possessing both an excellent job and good looks.
His demeanor and conversation made people feel at ease and thought he was an exceptionally outstanding man.
But he found the world boring and enjoyed peeling back the layers of other people to see their inner fears and darkness; only these things could bring him a sense of pleasure.
There's no way to whitewash this kind of person, and Song Shi'an doesn't want to either. It's not interesting to play a character who isn't a pure villain; he just wants to play someone who's completely evil and has no conscience whatsoever.
When the director saw Song Shi'an come out, he circled around him and clicked his tongue twice.
He really is a hypocrite; this contrast is just what makes it interesting.
This was the first time Song Shi'an had dressed so formally, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Hidden beneath the clothes were shirt clips, one end firmly clamping the hem of the white shirt, the other end fastened to the leather garter belt on the thigh.
He looked down and tugged at his trouser leg. Is this how high-end people dress? With this thing wrapped around his leg, he always felt like it was about to bounce off at any moment when he walked.
Before he could even get used to the outfit, he was pulled away to have his official photos taken.
The photographer's eyes lit up the moment he saw him; oh my god, what an absolute stunner!
He had Song Shi'an sit on the black leather sofa in the interior, placed a glass of amber wine in his hand, and then stepped behind the camera to begin giving instructions.
"Unbutton the top two buttons of your collar, yes, like that. Lean back, don't sit so upright, make yourself at home, rest your wrists on the sofa armrest, hold your wine glass lower, look at the camera, don't smile, be a little cold."
Although Song Shi'an felt a little ashamed, he thought about Su Wenli's character and realized that this level of relaxation and control did indeed match his state when he was alone.
He did as he was told, his long, slender fingers resting on the rim of the glass, the amber liquid reflecting a warm glow under the light.
He leaned back slightly, his suit jacket opening a little to reveal a white shirt with two buttons undone.
Her collarbone was faintly visible, her shoulder line was sharply defined against the dark background, and her gaze was indifferent as she looked at the camera.
The photographer kept clicking the shutter; this person didn't need to adjust the angle at all, any shot would do, every frame could be used as a magazine cover.
The filming finally ended after quite a while.
Lin Fan stood to the side, fanning himself vigorously with a fan, his cheeks still slightly red.
Song Shi'an walked over and glanced at him. "What's wrong? Are you hot?"
Lin Fan shook his head frantically, waving his fan even faster.
His dad, if he had shown even a little more skin, it would have been rated 18+.
The way his brother looked at the camera while sitting on the sofa made him feel uneasy.
The director flipped through the newly released character stills, becoming more and more satisfied; this short segment had to be filmed properly.
The main event started right away. Due to scheduling conflicts, the actress I was paired with had to go to another film set the next day, so we had to film all our scenes together today.
After Song Shi'an finished reading the script, he noticed that Su Wenli was gentle and refined when defending his client in court, but he was like a different person when they were alone in private. The kind of quiet oppression he exuded was more chilling than direct violence.
As a post-95 actress, this is the first time Li Yaqi has worked with such a young male actor.
She was originally only making a guest appearance and hadn't planned to take the role, since the character was constantly being dominated and it was exhausting and depressing to film.
But after hearing that Song Shi'an, who had recently become quite popular, had taken on Su Wenli, she thought about it and decided to take a gamble. If she won, she would be promoted; if she lost, there would be no real loss.
Song Shi'an went over the next scene again, then walked up to Li Yaqi and said somewhat apologetically, "Senior, I'm really sorry about the next scene; we'll try our best to get it right in one take."
Li Yaqi looked at the person in front of her. Despite his composed and calm appearance in a suit and tie, he spoke in a humble and immature tone.
This contrast made her realize why so many people liked him.
The film crew rented a luxury mansion as a shooting location. Song Shi'an looked up at the high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and crystal chandelier. This place is really nice. When I have money, I'll buy an even better one.
The director came over. "Relax, it's okay if you don't get it right the first time. Just act out the emotions. Can you portray that twisted and dark feeling? Maybe you should get into character for a bit."
Song Shi'an quickly said, "It's alright, Director, we can start anytime."
Just kidding, if we keep going like this, it'll be dark by the time we get there. He was planning to go out for some barbecue tonight.
The director had no choice but to raise a megaphone and announce, "Actors, take your positions! We're ready to film!"
The clapperboard snapped shut.
Su Wenli pushed open the door, casually tossing his suit jacket onto the sofa in the entryway. As he walked, he slowly rolled up his sleeves.
From the living room to the stairs, leather shoes clicked softly on the wooden steps, one sound at a time, unhurried and gentle.
Jiang Shuyue, huddled in the corner of the bed, curled up even tighter upon hearing the sound.
The door was opened.
Su Wenli stood at the doorway, the light from the corridor shining from behind him, casting a half-shadow on his face.
He tilted his head to look at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
" Shuyue, I came to see you tonight. Are you happy?"