Chapter 15: Absolutely Not, Absolutely Not
Another gust of cold wind blew by, Dong Ling shivered involuntarily, and exhaled a puff of white mist.
She wasn’t sure if Song Mingzhi would accept her request, as this kind of situation was quite intimate, only suitable between close friends, and she and Song Mingzhi might not be that close yet.
But regardless of whether it would succeed, she had to try.
Song Mingzhi looked at the girl’s pale face from the cold, hesitated for a moment, and made a decision.
She took her hand out of her pocket and nodded to Dong Ling.
Dong Ling didn’t intend to do it this way. The key point of the task was to put her hand in the pocket, but before that, there was a prerequisite: she had to hold Song Mingzhi’s hand.
So the moment Song Mingzhi took her hand out, Dong Ling quickly grabbed it and put both their hands into Song Mingzhi’s pocket.
Her movements were incredibly smooth and natural. Song Mingzhi was stunned by the sudden coldness, her reaction a bit slow.
“Let’s go.”
Dong Ling leaned against Song Mingzhi due to their posture, met her gaze, nudged her chin towards the front, and started walking.
This was already beyond Song Mingzhi’s usual social distance. She had never even held hands like this with Ji Yiling.
Song Mingzhi was puzzled and secretly troubled, but then she found the girl even becoming bolder, the cold and soft hand on the back of hers even tightening its grip.
“Your hands are so warm.”
Dong Ling sighed, like a chilled cat being blown by warm air.
Song Mingzhi looked at her oblivious appearance, opened her mouth to say something, but didn’t.
[Task complete, main storyline progress: 23%.]
Dong Ling breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. She had just spoken her true feelings, because Song Mingzhi’s hands were really warm, not scalding, but pleasantly warm.
For her hands, which were almost frozen, it was definitely a comfortable temperature.
She was no longer nervous and strolled along the path, thinking this kind of task was quite nice, at least much better than the first task she received. It wasn’t yuri-ish at all, just normal interaction between straight girls.
Song Mingzhi remained silent all the way, recovering from the initial awkwardness caused by the touch and temperature of their hands. When the temperature of Dong Ling’s palm became consistent with hers, she actually got used to it.
Dong Ling saw that they had arrived at the lounge, smoothly withdrew her hand, opened the door, and walked in.
“Xiao Tan, pour a cup of hot water, and pour one for Sister Song too.”
Dong Ling called out Song Mingzhi’s assistant’s name, sat down closest to the heater, and narrowed her eyes in the warm air.
Xiao Tan responded and hurried to the water dispenser.
The room was exceptionally warm. Dong Ling took off her coat and nestled lazily into the sofa.
“Thank you.”
Song Mingzhi subconsciously thanked her, took the paper cup filled with hot water, and looked at the gently rippling water inside, her eyes downcast.
She felt a little tired, from the constantly fluctuating emotions in her heart.
The sensation seemed to linger on her palm. The moment Dong Ling’s hand left the back of hers, her fingertips lightly brushed against her skin, causing a strange sensation in her entire arm.
Song Mingzhi looked at Dong Ling’s relaxed appearance and couldn’t help but wonder, was this a normal social distance, was it just that she was unusual?
Song Mingzhi stopped thinking about it, picked up the script, and continued memorizing her lines.
Since she had entered this industry, she had done some research. Cheng Ge was very demanding, and she wouldn’t take it lightly.
Dong Ling was feeling a little sleepy from the warmth of the lounge, but when she looked up, she saw Song Mingzhi working so hard. Thinking of the kissing scene she had added, Dong Ling tearfully put on her headphones and started listening to an introductory acting class online.
Dong Ling originally thought it would be at least half a month before her scene, because the original filming schedule had already determined which parts to film first. But artistic workers like directors were also very driven by inspiration. Cheng Ge suddenly decided to film the kissing scene first.
“I can’t concentrate right now. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is that scene. I have to film it first, get it right first, before I can film anything else.”
The above were Cheng Ge’s exact words.
Hearing this, Dong Ling could only comply. Although she was the investor and had the final say, if she wanted to make this movie well, she had to listen to the director. Whatever Cheng Ge said, went.
Set, lighting, camera, all in place. Dong Ling, wearing a complicated and gorgeous black gown, watched the makeup artist apply lipstick to her lips.
She recalled the premise of this scene. It was a banquet, imitating the style of medieval Europe. The socialites and gentlemen were all dressed according to the theme, and the protagonist, Yan Ting, was among them.
She was there following the suspect she was investigating. The suspect was suspected of organizing prostitution and murder, but he had always covered his tracks well, and Yan Ting had been watching him for a long time.
Yan Ting received information that the suspect’s client might appear at this party, and they would make a deal at the party, so Yan Ting infiltrated the event.
Yan Ting’s eavesdropping plan was very risky. After being discovered, she immediately escaped. The suspect, also the host of this party, immediately arranged for people to search and block all exits.
Just as she was about to be discovered, Yan Ting was grabbed by a woman.
She was pressed against the wall by the woman, next to a large patch of green vines, forming a perfect enclosed space.
She was caught off guard by a kiss, and the people who came to search, seeing this passionate scene, hurriedly avoided them.
Yan Ting escaped thanks to this. She didn’t know who the woman was, she came and went quickly, leaving her only a key, a key whose purpose she didn’t know.
Dong Ling looked at Tong Ao’s description on the paper. Tong Ao didn’t directly describe the woman’s appearance or expression, only writing about a pair of red lips revealed behind the veil and a gorgeous, noble dress, giving off an unapproachable aura.
As vast and mysterious as a starry night sky, daunting and awe-inspiring.
Dong Ling wore a veiled hat. Her lipstick was reapplied several times. Finally, the makeup artist blended several colors to create a shade that satisfied Cheng Ge.
“Screenwriter Tong, what’s my line?”
Dong Ling looked at the paper in her hand. It only had Cheng Ge’s storyboard, telling her what pose she needed to strike, followed by Tong Ao’s description of the character’s feeling and the required actions, but no lines.
“Just one word, ‘Scram.’ When those people ask you a question, you just show the annoyance of being interrupted while kissing, and say that word.”
Tong Ao was very professional, ensuring the boss could comfortably add to the scene. Just one word, absolutely no need for the boss to memorize more lines.
Dong Ling nodded in approval, mentally adding Tong Ao to the list of talents suitable for continued cooperation with the company.
Outside the makeup room, Song Mingzhi was filming the preceding scene.
She was wearing a suit, a typical gentleman’s attire, with a top hat covering her hair, moving stealthily through the bustling banquet hall.
When Cheng Ge called “action,” Dong Ling happened to walk out of the makeup room.
“CEO Dong!”
Tang Nuo gasped, her eyes fixed on her. She had always known her boss was beautiful, but she didn’t expect her to be this stunning, like a dark queen from an oil painting, her face partially hidden, her red lips deadly.
Her initial thought was indeed correct. If the boss had given her 500,000 with the intention of unspoken rules, the boss would definitely be the one at a disadvantage!
Hearing Tang Nuo’s gasp, Song Mingzhi looked up at Dong Ling.
The queen in the black dress walked towards her step by step, and when she stopped in front of her, slightly tilted her head up to look at her.
Bright eyes flickered behind the veil, her red lips curved into a charming, harmless smile.
Song Mingzhi’s expression didn’t change, but she felt a tingling in her heart.
She remembered that day when Dong Ling was drunk, she also tilted her head up slightly like this, looking at her with moist eyes and calling her “sister.”
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