Chapter 143: Truly a Little Treasure
An Qingyan’s mood had been pretty good, but now it was completely ruined by Duan Ci. What had he done to offend this person? Why was he targeting him everywhere?
It was already late. An Qingyan returned to his suite upstairs, quickly took a shower, and got into bed. The bed was a little cold, and the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was also desolate.
Alone in a strange city, he couldn’t help but feel a little lonely.
In his past life, he was used to loneliness, treating it as a normal state. But now he had Gu Fei, his family, and friends. Loneliness seemed to be gradually moving away from him.
Less than half a minute after lying down, the young man got out of bed, smoothly opened his suitcase, took out the white shirt from the very bottom, and got back into bed.
Ever since Gu Fei discovered his strange habit, An Qingyan felt ashamed and hadn’t slept with it anymore. He had hidden it in the closet, but unexpectedly, it was useful now.
The shirt had been washed once, only having a faint scent of laundry detergent.
He opened the simple and stylish perfume bottle he had taken out and sprayed it a few times on the shirt. A light and cold cedar scent filled the air.
The young man closed his eyes and took two deep breaths before placing the perfume bottle on the bedside table, hugging the shirt and getting back into bed. He started browsing his phone before sleeping.
The perfume he sprayed was Gu Fei’s. When he moved out of the Gu family, he secretly took not only the shirt but also a bottle of perfume. The sponsor was generous, giving Gu Fei a whole drawer of perfume at once, not afraid of them expiring.
He just took a bottle at random. It hadn’t been discovered until now. Even if Gu Fei’s memory was good, he wouldn’t have counted how many bottles were in that drawer, right?
An Qingyan secretly rejoiced.
He was lying in bed browsing his phone when Gu Fei sent him a message, asking if he had finished the dinner. He had just replied when the other party initiated a video call.
An Qingyan immediately answered, lying lazily in bed and saying, “Gege Fei, you haven’t rested this late?”
“Yeah, I just finished work.”
Gu Fei’s background was also a hotel, but a hotel study. It seemed he had just finished work. He looked at the enlarged face of the young man on the screen. His hair was a little messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were wet.
Very tempting.
Gu Ye’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His words, however, were extremely serious: “Don’t lie down and look at your phone; it’s bad for your eyes.” He looked like a worried old father.
An Qingyan: “…”
He had no choice but to obediently sit up.
As the young man moved, Gu Fei saw a corner of a shirt peeking out from the edge of the bed. He noticed the familiar tag on the shirt. Before he could take a closer look, it was quickly tucked back under the covers.
He remained calm, pretending to have seen nothing.
“How was the dinner? Did you drink?”
An Qingyan didn’t know Gu Fei had already seen it, secretly relieved that he had quickly hidden the shirt, and answered calmly, “I only drank half a glass of red wine, I’m not drunk.”
Half a glass of red wine wouldn’t make him drunk, but he tends to blush after drinking, and after taking a hot shower, his cheeks were indeed flushed, making it seem like he was quite drunk.
“Everyone was easy to get along with. There was a seven- or eight-year-old little girl who was particularly cute. She seemed to like me a lot, and she called me ‘handsome brother’.” The young man smiled, his eyes curving slightly.
Although Gu Fei was a thousand-year-old vinegar jar, he wouldn’t be jealous of a little girl. Looking at the young man on the screen, with his exquisite features and cheeks as red as a peach, he agreed, “Yeah, YanYan is really pretty.”
He was a man, how could he be described as pretty? An Qingyan wanted to retort, but thinking about the numerous fans online calling him “wife,” this “pretty” didn’t matter much.
It was late. Gu Fei chatted with him for a while before ending the video call. Before hanging up, he seriously warned him not to lie down and play with his phone.
After hanging up, An Qingyan could only resign himself to locking his phone screen and placing it on the bedside table, hugging the shirt in his bed and smelling the faint cedar scent, before turning off the lights and going to sleep.
On the other side, Gu Fei went into the bathroom after the video call, staying for over an hour, rinsing the floor with the showerhead, taking a simple shower, and putting on a bathrobe before coming out of the bathroom.
Should he also hide one of YanYan’s clothes?
Gu Fei lay in bed, thinking casually.
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The next day, the intensive training officially began.
When the alarm rang, An Qingyan lingered in bed for a while before reluctantly getting out of the warm bed. After he finished washing up, his assistant promptly delivered breakfast.
Training started at nine o’clock in the morning. An Qingyan was the first to arrive. Others came one after another, and he greeted everyone one by one.
“Good morning, Brother YanYan!” Little Su Tang came in and ran to An Qingyan’s side, hugging him.
An Qingyan knelt down, gently rubbed her head, and smiled, “Good morning, Tang Tang.”
Qin He clutched his chest and said sadly, “Tang Tang, you’re so biased. Why did you only greet Brother YanYan?”
“Because Brother YanYan is the best-looking!”
As soon as she said that, everyone was amused.
It’s amazing, even an eight-year-old girl knows to play with handsome guys.
An Qingyan was a little embarrassed by the little girl’s praise, “Everyone is handsome.”
After last night’s dinner, An Qingyan’s relationship with everyone had improved.
He had a gentle personality, was young, and looked well-behaved. Although his popularity was high recently, he didn’t have any star airs and was very polite and humble. Everyone liked him.
Of course, except for Duan Ci.
Duan Ci was the last to arrive, a few minutes late, with exquisite makeup, even more exquisite than most female stars, and two assistants carrying bags behind him.
He slowly walked over, completely ignoring the fact that he was late, “Everyone’s here. I bought some breakfast for everyone. Let’s eat together.”
“Look at his makeup, more exquisite than Han Yun’er’s.” Qin He whispered to An Qingyan beside him, he didn’t like Duan Ci at all.
Han Yun’er was the actress playing Nan Li, the female lead, but she didn’t have a romantic line with the male lead, and she only wore light makeup today.
An Qingyan smiled faintly and didn’t comment.
Before anyone could react, director Wu Weiguang frowned and scolded, “What time is it? Do you have any sense of time? Eating breakfast? You’re late, you know that?”
“We’re here for training, not a fashion show, you don’t need to put on so much makeup, understand?”
He was always a director who was serious and responsible for his work, and he was also very strict with the actors. As long as they didn’t perform well, no matter how big a star they were, he would scold them.
Duan Ci twitched his mouth, speechless from being scolded.
He silently cursed Wu Weiguang’s ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Qin He couldn’t help but laugh. Duan Ci immediately glared at him coldly, his face grim. This 18th-tier celebrity dared to laugh at him!
“Alright, don’t waste any more time. Let’s start training!”
“Training! Training!”
The training wasn’t difficult for An Qingyan, easier than at Mingri Xingchen. He had learned dance, his posture was very good, and with his dance background, many martial arts movements weren’t difficult.
So his progress was faster than everyone else’s.
Wu Weiguang and the martial arts instructor stood beside and watched the young man, wearing casual sportswear, suspended on the wire.
The young man’s body was in the air. His long, slender hands held a finely crafted prop sword. His swordsmanship was clean and sharp, his eyes calm and sharp, every movement was effortless, as if he had truly transformed into the cold and indifferent Shen Tinghan.
If he wore ancient costumes, it would be undoubtedly pleasing to the eye.
“How is it? Not bad, right?” Wu Weiguang looked at the martial arts instructor with some pride.
This was the person he chose. He lived up to his expectations. His acting skills were good, and his action scenes were also quick to learn and very good, so pleasing to the eye.
Truly a little treasure.
The martial arts instructor nodded in agreement, “This child has a dance background and is very hardworking. Naturally, he learns faster than others. His posture is also very good, he’s a good seedling.”
Then look at Duan Ci on the other side. He was tired after practicing for a short while and sat down to rest, with two assistants serving him water and wiping his sweat, complaining that the water was too hot.
“Director Wu, can you manage him?” The martial arts instructor was very helpless. Even Han Yun’er and little Su Tang were practicing diligently, but this Mr. Duan was like he was on vacation.
Wu Weiguang immediately turned cold, quickly walking to Duan Ci. Before he could speak, Duan Ci took the initiative: “Director, I practiced for a long time just now. I’m just resting for a while. Is this not allowed?”
Wu Weiguang: “Is that so? I just saw you sit down to rest after less than twenty minutes of practice. Is your stamina worse than an eight-year-old girl’s?”
“Either continue practicing, or get out!”
“You!”
After Wu Weiguang finished scolding, he turned and left.
Duan Ci had nowhere to vent his anger. He gnashed his teeth in anger. This Wu was bullying him because he didn’t have any support! He was amazing just because he had the investors!
He was so nice to An Qingyan!
These two must have some shady dealings in private!
The assistant quickly whispered, “Brother Duan, don’t be angry, let’s just consider it physical exercise. Offending Director Wu won’t do us any good.”
“This old thing!” Duan Ci muttered, then reluctantly got up to practice. Now, action scenes didn’t require actors to do it themselves. They could just use stunt doubles. It was a waste of his time and energy!
He had filmed period dramas before, always using stunt doubles.
Duan Ci waved his prop sword as if venting his anger, deliberately moving towards An Qingyan’s direction, a malicious smile flashing in his eyes.