Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 109

Qi Xiu’s brows furrowed deeply.

He immediately dialed her number.

“Hello?”

The girl’s voice was soft and sticky-sweet, like a lazy little kitten.

Qi Xiu’s face was tense as he spoke, his tone serious.

“Tangtang, that man carrying a box behind you—do you know him?”

“Behind me?”

Ruan Tang turned to look.

There were many people bustling back and forth behind her, but even in the crowd of crew members, her eyes instantly landed on that striking figure with his cool, aloof aura.

His features were handsome, the bridge of his nose sharply defined, and between his brows lingered a trace of calm detachment.

When he noticed her glance back, he froze for a split second before quickly turning his face away.

A faint red crept up his ears, and his grip on the box tightened.

Ruan Tang tilted her head in puzzlement and shook it lightly.

“No, I don’t know him. Xiao Yu-jie, do you know who that guy is?”

Her makeup artist Xiao Yu looked at the man in the white shirt, eyes filled with amazement.

“His name’s Bai Jinfeng. He doesn’t have any background and usually only gets minor roles. I heard that at the audition this time his acting was exceptional, and combined with his looks, he was supposed to be given the male lead role against all odds. But… let me tell you what I heard.”

Lowering her voice conspiratorially, Xiao Yu gossiped:

“The director tried to ‘unspoken rule’ him (t/n: 潛規則 qian guize, literally ‘hidden rules,’ refers to the abuse of power in the entertainment industry—often when directors or producers demand sexual favors in exchange for roles). He punched the director in the face and broke his nose. The director got so furious he gave the role to someone else, left Bai Jinfeng in the crew to run errands, and is humiliating him on purpose.”

She sighed regretfully.

“Offending Director Wang like that, I’m afraid he’ll never make it big. Watching a role that should’ve been his get taken by someone else, and still having to do menial chores for them—he must feel awful. Sigh, such a pity. Miss Tangtang, don’t you feel sorry for him too?”

Ruan Tang didn’t understand what “unspoken rule” meant.

But she gave a gentle laugh.

“Xiao Yu-jie, I don’t think he’s pitiful.”

She recalled that youth she’d just seen.

Even with dust on his clothes, those eyes of his remained untainted, pure, and bright—an inner pride and nobility that could not be diminished.

—He didn’t need anyone’s pity.

“I think… he chose to stay here on his own.”

She was sure he had his own reason for doing so.

Xiao Yu was taken aback.

On the other end of the line, Qi Xiu fell silent too.

Something clogged in his chest, leaving him restless and uncomfortable.

“Everyone ready? We’re about to start shooting—”

The staff called out.

Ruan Tang hurried to end the call. “Axiu, I’ll hang up first, bye-bye!”

“Wait—”

Before Qi Xiu could stop her, the busy tone sounded in his ear.

He lowered his phone, disappointment clouding his face.

“I didn’t even get to warn Tangtang-jie… to stay away from him.”

That look Bai Jinfeng had given Ruan Tang—he knew it all too well.

Because the first time he saw Ruan Tang, he had looked at her the same way.

Bai Jinfeng lowered his head, clutching the box in his arms. A faint, sweet fragrance drifted past him.

The delicate girl lifted her skirts and dashed lightly by his side, running toward the filming set.

Her soft hair brushed across his cheek.

For a moment, Bai Jinfeng forgot to breathe.

He remembered the instant he first saw her.

She was sitting quietly in a chair, surrounded by makeup artists tending to her.

Like a lotus blooming in silence, her long black hair spilling down her shoulders, lips red, teeth white, radiant as a flower.

Ruan Tang was so famous—of course he had heard of her. But that had only been from afar.

Now, seeing her up close for the first time, he felt she was completely different from her screen image.

And for some reason, his heart stirred.

Especially when he heard her words—

“I don’t think he’s pitiful.”

“I think he chose to stay here on his own.”

Her sweet, tender voice was impossibly pleasant, her peach-blossom eyes serene and clear, as though even the air itself had quieted for her.

Bai Jinfeng turned to the set.

Ruan Tang was slightly out of breath, bracing her knees as she softly greeted the male lead.

The actor gazed at her dazedly, unable to hide his astonishment.

Bai Jinfeng frowned.

At first, he had stayed to gain more experience and improve himself.

But now… a new ambition was taking root.

—He wanted to stand before her, to become the male lead that belonged only to her.

Ruan Tang was surprisingly gifted at acting.

Her presence alone made her male co-star Wang Yu seem less impressive in comparison.

Several times, when delivering lines opposite her, Wang Yu stared at her in a trance and forgot his lines.

“Sorry, Miss Ruan Tang, I… I…”

Yet again, the shoot was interrupted by his mistake. Flustered, Wang Yu’s face burned red, words stumbling.

He was Director Wang’s nephew. He had gotten many opportunities through connections, but since his acting was mediocre, he had never risen to true stardom.

The other staff were growing impatient.

Director Wang sighed, helpless. He couldn’t scold his own nephew harshly, so he smoothed things over instead.

“This scene, where the male and female leads meet for the first time, is indeed difficult. The actor needs to show amazement but also restraint. How about this—we’ll have the acting coach demonstrate, and you can learn from him.”

He was about to call the coach over when a cool, magnetic voice cut through.

“I can do the demonstration.”

Director Wang’s face instantly darkened. He turned to glare at the speaker.

“Bai Jinfeng, it’s not your place to speak here! Get lost!”

Seeing him, the director’s nose even twinged at the memory. His voice grew especially vicious.

Bai Jinfeng’s fists clenched tightly at his sides, anger restrained beneath the surface.

Whispers erupted all around.

“What’s he thinking? Just an errand boy, and he wants to volunteer for a demonstration?”

“Don’t you know? He’s got big star dreams. Running errands, taking extra roles here and there, hoping one day he’ll break through…”

“Break through? Please. These days if you don’t have connections, how could you survive? And he even turned down Director Wang’s ‘help’—and broke the man’s nose—”

“Tsk, I’ve seen plenty like him. Overambitious daydreamers.”

Amid the murmurs, Bai Jinfeng stood ramrod straight, his back taut, though his face was slightly pale.

And then—

A soft, tender voice spoke up.

“Director Wang, I’d like him to try.”

Bai Jinfeng looked at Ruan Tang in surprise.

Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered under the sunlight like a clear pool reflecting the blue sky and white clouds—stunningly beautiful.

“Everyone’s tired anyway. We can use the chance to rest. Let him try, all right?”

When she spoke in that sweet, coaxing tone, no man could refuse.

Director Wang reflexively agreed.

Only afterwards did he feel a jolt of fear. Thank heavens he wasn’t into women—otherwise he might have fallen on the spot.

And so, Bai Jinfeng finally stood before Ruan Tang.

She whispered, “Do you need to look at the script first?”

Bai Jinfeng held her gaze, his voice low and magnetic.

“No need. I’ve already memorized it.”