novellhall Chapter 92 The Goddess Who Never Set Stove
Chapter 92 The Goddess Who Never Set Stove
Chapter 93 The Goddess Who Never Set Stove
Chinatown.
noon.
Wei Yi sat on a plastic stool at a roadside stall, with a bowl of Thai-style pork knuckle rice in front of him.
Chen Acai chatted with the boss in Chaoshan dialect.
Wei Yi would occasionally chime in with a few words of the same Chaoshan dialect.
Xiao Wang took photos around the area to scout locations.
Gao Yuanyuan was sitting to Wei Yi's left, drinking soup with her head down.
"This soup is delicious, but it looks so oily." She looked up and smiled at Wei Yi in a soft voice.
Wei Yi casually handed her a tissue: "Because you were hungry today. When you're hungry, everything tastes good."
Gao Yuanyuan took the tissue and wiped her mouth, then glared at him angrily.
He wondered why he was so hungry. It was because he hadn't let himself get out of bed for almost the past two days!
Such intense physical activity resulted in severe energy depletion.
It's normal to be hungry!
They said they came to Thailand to scout locations—scout locations my ass! They only went out on the first day and today.
Other times —
Gao Yuanyuan lowered her head a little embarrassed.
so tired.
It was very comfortable.
But the skin was all chafed raw.
Today—no.
Tonight, I can't let him climb on top of me again.
I need to get at least one night's rest!
Right here.
Across from us, a middle-aged man holding a digital camera suddenly glanced in our direction a couple more times.
The man first looked at Gao Yuanyuan, then at Wei Yi, and then back at Gao Yuanyuan.
Then he suddenly raised the camera.
Click.
A flash of light.
Before Gao Yuanyuan could react, the man had already turned and walked away quickly.
"Did someone just take pictures of us?" Gao Yuanyuan was stunned.
Wei Yi continued eating his braised pork trotter rice without looking up: "It's nothing. Maybe he just thinks you're good-looking."
"The photo is of the two of us."
Gao Yuanyuan was a little uneasy. She put down her spoon and said, "Won't there be a problem? You're so famous."
"What fame do I have? I'm not a celebrity." Wei Yi picked a piece of pig's trotter from her bowl. "If you're not going to eat it, I will."
Gao Yuanyuan was both amused and exasperated by his nonchalant attitude and the way he took food from her bowl.
She wanted to say something, but seeing him eating with his head down, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
This person seems genuinely unafraid.
Then what do I have to be afraid of?
A romantic, artsy girl isn't afraid of her relationship being exposed.
The photos were transmitted back to China faster than Wei Yi had anticipated.
That evening.
In his hotel room, Xiao Wang, clutching his laptop, suddenly shouted, "Boss! Something's happened!"
"What is it?" Wei Yi was drawing a storyboard sketch and didn't look up.
Gao Yuanyuan won't let him stay overnight tonight, saying his skin is chafed raw.
Wei Yi went over to take a look and found that it was indeed true.
There's a slight inflammation there.
It's probably caused by excessive friction.
He had no choice but to help her apply the medicine.
In the middle of it, I couldn't resist indulging in my physical and verbal urges.
In the end, it made both of them feel bad.
I almost had to work while injured and on medication.
"Boss, you're on the news! — No, you and Teacher Gao are on the news together."
Wei Yi put down his pen, walked over, and glanced at the screen.
The above is currently the most popular post on the Tianya Film and Television forum.
The post is titled "Gao Yuanyuan and a mysterious handsome man travel together in Bangkok, with pictures and proof."
Click to enlarge the image; the photo is indeed poorly taken.
Gao Yuanyuan was drinking soup with her head down, while Wei Yi was talking to Chen Acai with his face turned to the side, with half a plastic table between them.
The comments section is bustling with activity, just like during the Chinese New Year.
"Isn't that Wei Yi? The one who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam and then made a movie!"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's the director of 'One Shot,' and isn't this Gao Yuanyuan next to you?"
"Didn't Gao Yuanyuan just break up? Has she found someone new?"
"How did these two get together?"
"Don't talk nonsense, what if we're talking about work?"
"My Yuanyuan, my Yuanyuan, my Yuanyuan oh————"
The post has been featured by the moderator, and there are nearly a thousand replies below it.
After reading it, Wei Yi yawned.
Xiao Wang grew anxious: "Boss, why aren't you in a hurry at all?"
"What's the rush?"
Wei Yi sat back down at the table and continued drawing storyboards. "I wasn't looking at the camera in the photos. She was drinking soup, I was chatting, and there were other people across the table. The only problem with this photo is that it makes me look really bad."
Xiao Wang:
About half an hour later.
Gao Yuanyuan came out of her room and stood at the door without moving forward: "Did you see that?"
Wei Yi looked up.
She had changed into pajamas, and her hair was loosely tied up.
She has a slender figure, youthful beauty, and an amazing temperament.
His expression didn't seem angry; it was more like he was at a loss.
"I saw it. What do you want to do about it?" Wei Yi asked.
Gao Yuanyuan fell silent.
She walked to the window, looked at the Bangkok night view, and after a long while spoke: "I don't want to cause you any trouble because of this."
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Although she didn't mind going public, she knew that this guy had a rumored girlfriend back home.
"No trouble at all." Wei Yi stood up, walked behind her, and placed his hand directly on her.
Upturned, firm, and bouncy.
"You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle it," he said.
Gao Yuanyuan gently slapped his hand away, pouting, "Still touching me? Then two more people will be in pain."
After she finished speaking, her lips moved as if she wanted to ask him what he planned to do.
Then I remembered his earlier words, "I'll handle it," and suddenly I felt that it didn't matter whether I asked or not.
If this person says they can handle it, then they probably really can.
Rumors are circulating in the entertainment circle that Fan Binbin and Zhou Xun got into a fight; it's such a big deal.
Everyone thought Fan Binbin was in big trouble this time.
After all, it's said that Fan Binbin initiated the attack, and Zhou Xun was forced to retaliate, resulting in more serious injuries.
Surprisingly, in the end, it seemed like nothing had happened.
Even Zhang Yimou and the president of Beijing Film Academy stood up to help him.
Then there's probably nothing to worry about.
Meanwhile, Mu Tingting was the first to see it in China.
She was browsing Tianya on her laptop in her dorm room when she saw that post and froze.
Zhang Jianni, who was applying a face mask nearby, peeked at the screen and exclaimed, "Isn't that Director Wei? Who's that woman next to him? Hmm, that looks like Gao Yuanyuan. What are they doing in Thailand together? Tingting, don't you know?"
"He's scouting locations, that's perfectly normal."
Mu Tingting closed the laptop in a calm tone, but the force with which she closed it made Zhang Jiani silently take half a step to the side.
Mu Tingting said it was normal, but she couldn't stop feeling sour inside.
He goes out to scout locations, but who he goes with and what he does are none of his business.
But why Gao Yuanyuan of all people?
This woman—Mu Tingting subconsciously felt—was even more dangerous than Fan Binbin.
Mu Tingting felt increasingly uneasy, so she simply picked up her phone and made a call.
The phone rang a few times before being answered.
"What's wrong?" Wei Yi's voice came through the receiver, with the background sound of tuk-tuks, a sound unique to the streets of Bangkok.
"Is the braised pork trotter rice delicious?" Mu Tingting asked herself, feeling that her question was a bit inexplicable.
"It's alright, but a little bit worse than what we have in eastern Guangdong. They like it sour and spicy here." Wei Yi answered very seriously, as if she really was asking for a review of the braised pork knuckle rice.
Mu Tingting: "————"
Who actually asked you if the braised pork knuckle rice was good?
The fire in her heart was stifled by this answer.
I wanted to ask more questions, but I didn't know where to begin.
After hanging up the phone.
Mu Tingting sat on the bed staring at the ceiling for a long time, then picked up her phone and dialed another number.
It rang several times before I answered.
Fan Binbin's voice clearly came from the film set, and someone in the background was shouting "Lights crew, get ready!"
"Feed?"
"A third sister has arrived," Mu Tingting said bluntly, "What do you suggest we do?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"What, Third Sister?"
"You still don't know?"
"What do I know?"
"You're really quite ignorant. Just look it up online yourself."
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Mu Tingting hung up the phone.
Before Fan Binbin could even respond while holding his phone, his manager Zhang Chuanmei came over with a printed screenshot of a webpage: "Binbin, take a look at this."
"What?"
"You should still take a look." Zhang Chuanmei's expression was complicated. She hesitated for a long time before finally handing the screenshot to Guo Shi.
Fan Binbin took the photo and flipped through two pages. His first reaction was to frown: "Who took this photo? They made his profile look so ugly, it doesn't even look like him. Maybe the reporter deliberately released an unflattering picture."
Zhang Chuanmei was stunned: "Binbin, aren't you focusing on the wrong thing?"
"What's the key point?" Fan Binbin turned to the next page and saw Gao Yuanyuan's face.
Gao Yuanyuan.
Of course she knew this person.
A goddess of art films, a well-known figure in the industry who loves talented men, and a female celebrity who always manages to catch people's attention whenever she appears in public.
Fan Binbin wasn't familiar with her; he had only occasionally heard from people in the industry that she had been the "Third Sister" several times.
This time, she's here to be the third—no, the fourth—sister on my side.
Huh?
Actually, calling her the third sister is not wrong. Mu Tingting is the second oldest, she is the eldest, and this newcomer is at most the third oldest.
Fan Binbin automatically assumed the rightful place for himself and remained silent for a long while.
Then, after taking the screenshot, he picked up his phone and deleted Wei Yi's number.
When the call connected, her first words were: "Why didn't you wipe your mouth after cheating on me? You look awful in the photo."
Wei Yi: "————"
"It's all over Tianya. Go see for yourself."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Wei Yi's voice came through, carrying a lazy laugh: "Then tell me what to do."
Fan Binbin chuckled: "You have the nerve to ask me what to do?"
Wei Yi remained silent.
Fan Binbin added, "How is it? How's the taste, Third Sister?"
"It doesn't taste as good as yours."
"You're lying!"
"She's just pretty, has a great personality, and it just so happens that we met. You're pretty, have a great figure, and your personality is just as good, plus you're the kind of person I've always wanted to date!"
"Hmph, smooth talker! Nobody believes you!!"
After hanging up the phone, Fan Binbin put it on the table and said to Zhang Chuanmei, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Zhang Chuanmei looked at her daughter and wondered if she could really just ignore her.
This is a third party—no, a fourth party.
Thinking about it this way, Zhang Chuanmei realized that her daughter's stance was indeed difficult to manage.
Firstly, the daughter was originally taken from the girl surnamed Mu. Secondly, the girl surnamed Mu is still with Wei Yi.
Moreover, regardless of whether it's the woman surnamed Mu or his daughter, Wei Yi has never publicly acknowledged his relationship with either of them.
In the media, Hehuan Film and Television and Wei Yi both claimed that they were "just good friends".
In this situation.
What pretext can I use to discipline my daughter?
Moreover, my daughter has already offended Hua Yi and the two princes, and she seems to be at odds with Young Master Zhou.
She is now entirely dependent on Wei Yi, and on the support of the Beijing Film Academy behind him.
It is conceivable that for a long time to come, they will only be able to rely on Wei Yi and Beijing Film Academy.
That would be even more impossible, and he would have neither the ambition nor the ability to serve Wei Yi.
"Ai----"
Zhang Chuanmei sighed, "It's good that you're mentally prepared!"
Meanwhile, on the third floor of Hehuan Film and Television.
Yang Mi was reciting her lines in front of the mirror, with a pencil in her mouth to correct her pronunciation.
Yuan Shanshan came running over, laptop in hand: "Honey, look!"
She turned the screen around, and there it was, the title of that post on Tianya, displayed in bright red.
Yang Mi glanced at it, said nothing, and continued reciting her lines with the pencil in her mouth.
He read three sentences, then stopped, spat out the pencil, and asked Yuan Shanshan, "Do you think he looks good in that photo?"
Yuan Shanshan was stunned: "Huh? It's... alright?"
"I think he's a hundred times better looking in person than in photos."
Yang Mi put the pencil back in her mouth and mumbled, "These Taiwanese tourists have terrible photography skills."
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Yuan Shanshan:
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Honey, did you focus on the wrong thing?
Yang Mi continued reciting her lines in front of the mirror, her mouth moving but her eyes wandering.
She knew very well that she had no control over this matter and wasn't even qualified to do so.
She's not even an artist under the Hehuan brand anymore.
Gao Yuanyuan.
She silently went over the name in her mind.
I'm suddenly so envious and jealous!
Thinking about this...
She suddenly put more force into reciting her lines, almost biting the pencil she was holding in her mouth so hard it left a mark.
Huayi Building.
Wang Zhonglei's assistant printed out the news and placed it on his desk.
Wang Zhonglei flipped through the document, and as a seasoned veteran, he almost instantly generated three plans in his mind to turn this matter into a scandal.
They even came up with the titles, ranging from "Chaotic Private Life Right After Debut" to "Playboy with Women on Both Sides," each one more scathing than the last.
But after thinking about it, he still picked up his phone and dialed Wang Zhongjun's number.
"Brother, that kid hooked up with Gao Yuanyuan in Thailand. Let's give him a taste of some Irish news."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then Wang Zhongjun's voice came over unhurriedly: "What number is the Beijing Film Academy's heir's girlfriend line up now?"
"On the surface, it's Mu Tingting. Actually, Fan Binbin is semi-publicly known. Now there's Gao Yuanyuan in Zhaoduo. There's a minor celebrity at Rong Xinda, the one who played Guo Xiang in Lao Zhang's The Return of the Condor Heroes, who's said to be hanging around his company every day."
"This kid is really not afraid of crashing."
Wang Zhongjun's tone carried an ambiguous meaning, as if he were sighing or feeling jealous.
But his next sentence was unusually calm: "But whether he crashes or not has nothing to do with us?"
Wang Zhonglei opened his mouth: "—It seems not."
"That's right. He's not here to be a star, he's a director. Young, unmarried, and a talented man. Can a little bit of gossip really hurt him? If we push him too far, those old guys from the Beijing Film Academy will get involved, and we'll be the ones who suffer."
Wang Zhonglei quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
When Fan Binbin got into a fight last time, almost all the bigwigs from the Beijing Film Academy came out.
From Tian Erzhuang to Zhang Li to Zhang Yimou to Zhang Huijun, they all stood up for Wei Yi.
He still feels embarrassed when he thinks about that scene.
Before he could reply, Wang Zhongjun said directly, "Instead of keeping an eye on this matter, why not arrange a few more commercial performances for Fan Binbin? She's already gone, so while there's still a year or so left, let's make as much money as we can. I'll talk to Young Master Zhou about her thoughts."
"clear."
Wang Zhonglei hung up the phone.
The gossip materials on the table have become worthless.
He pushed them aside, picked up Fan Binbin's recent business activity schedule, and began to check them one by one.
We must earn as much service fee as possible for the company before this woman actually leaves.
The following morning. Bangkok.
Wei Yi called Xiao Wang to his room early in the morning.
"Go to the business center downstairs and send me three of the photos Gao Yuanyuan took in Chinatown yesterday."
Xiao Wang was taken aback: "When did Teacher Gao take the photo?"
"I took the picture." Wei Yixi didn't look up, continuing to work on something on his laptop.
Xiao Wang opened the folder and took a look.
This is a side profile photo of Gao Yuanyuan taking notes in a small notebook during yesterday's location scouting.
She was wearing a white linen shirt, and the sunlight shone from the side, bathing her entire face in a clean, soft glow.
He was unaware that Wei Yi had imbued this with the Mirror Flower Karma Technique.
Xiao Wang thought Gao Yuanyuan in the photo was too goddess-like and too beautiful.
That serene and aloof artistic goddess aura almost overflows from the photos.
When Xiao Wang sent the photo to the authorities, he had only one thought in his mind:
When the boss saw that Taiwanese tourist taking photos of him yesterday, his first instinct wasn't to hide, but to immediately take a set of formal work photos of Teacher Gao? That's incredibly fast!
Twenty minutes later.
Wei Yi updated his Sina blog with a new post.
There is only one line of text and three pictures.
[Newcomer needs an actress who can truly embody the essence of a "Chinatown antique shop owner." Many thanks to actress Gao Yuanyuan for flying to Bangkok specifically to discuss the role and for helping Yongjing. She looks beautiful when she's working diligently. The filming location is on the right; feel free to check it out when you visit Bangkok.]
The accompanying photo shows Gao Yuanyuan standing at the entrance of Chinatown, taking notes in a notebook.
A candid photo of me chatting with an overseas Chinese shop owner in front of an old shop.
There's also the view of the opposite bank from the Chao Phraya River dock.
Only Gao Yuanyuan is in the three photos; Wei Yi is not among them.
The comment section exploded almost instantly.
"So beautiful, absolutely stunning! I declare that for the next year, my computer screen will only display these three photos!"
"Absolutely stunning! No wonder she's a goddess!"
"So they're here to discuss work! I told you it was just a normal location scouting trip for the Cheng team. These days, paparazzi can turn anything into a scandal?"
"This antique shop owner's character seems to have a lot of backstory; I can't wait!"
"Gao Yuanyuan's focused work attitude really touched me. She's so beautiful and has such a great presence."
"Wait a minute, so she really is playing a role in 'Detective Chinatown,' right? Why wasn't this announced before?"
Some people astutely grasped the key point.
Minutes later, there were over one hundred comments, then it grew to two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, and then one hundred again.
No one mentioned the candid photo of the "two people traveling together" taken yesterday.
That blurry, terrible photo where you can barely make out two figures.
Compared to the three exquisite work photos, it becomes nothing.
It's like a lump of mud placed next to three pearls; it doesn't even deserve to be stepped on.
The wind direction completely reversed overnight.
Netizens who were initially speculating whether the two were dating...
Everyone is now debating whether Gao Yuanyuan is suitable to play the role of an antique shop owner, and they are attracted by the stunningly beautiful and artistic goddess presented in the three photos.
They started recommending Wei Yi's consistently captivating and charismatic photography style to each other.
The movie, which wasn't even finished filming, got a free, widespread online publicity boost thanks to a paparazzi incident and three behind-the-scenes photos.
Hehuan Film and Television Building.
After browsing the blog, Li Hua chuckled twice: "Junior brother, you're really good at this. Using someone else's candid photos as a stepping stone, you've given the movie free publicity in a flash. Gao Yuanyuan is protected, and the movie gets publicity too—a win-win situation."
He thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and dialed Wei Yi's number.
"Boss, how about I get someone to delete that post on Tianya? I know a few people there, deleting it won't be a problem."
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"Need not."
Wei Yi's voice came through the phone, with the sound of a tuk-tuk in the background, probably on the way to the next scenic spot. "Delete it and people will overthink it. Just leave it there, no one will remember it after the movie is released."
That makes sense.
Li Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "By the way, boss, that photo of yours is pretty ugly, I accidentally saved it."
"Senior, you're working overtime until midnight tonight."
Li Hua's smile froze on his face.
"Just kidding, boss. I'll delete it right away!"