Chapter 8

Qin Qiaohan blushed and pointed at the cardboard box, avoiding answering Chi Jing’s question about stuttering.

She couldn’t possibly say it was because he was dressed so…

In fact, the bathrobe covered him more than shorts and a T-shirt would, but on him, it seemed rather alluring.

The kind of allure that worked on both men and women!

Chi Jing sat on the sofa and picked up a small knife next to the box to start unboxing it in front of the camera.

When the box was opened, he first saw a card the size of an A4 sheet, also printed with the name of the show.

“A task card?”

He picked up the card and flipped it over to read a few lines.

“Congratulations on joining the ‘On the Road with Spring’ tour group as a tourist…”

He understood and summarized.

“Looks like I’m not the guide.”

He placed the card aside and continued looking through the contents of the box.

A solid-colored umbrella with the show’s name and a travel brand logo, and a simple travel brochure.

This umbrella was a product placement from the show. He took it out and focused on the travel brochure inside.

Their next travel destination was the romantic F country (France).

Apart from the designated tasks by the show, the other tourist spots were to be decided by the guide and tourists.

He flipped through the travel brochure, which listed many tourist spots in F country.

“So, who is the guide?” He asked the staff.

Qin Qiaohan replied, “The guide is Shen Yixing.”

Chi Jing thought for a moment, realizing he had forgotten what Shen Yixing looked like.

No wonder, as his attention was entirely on the food at the time.

Moreover, he hadn’t really spoken to him, so Chi Jing hadn’t paid much attention to him.

After spending a few minutes reading the travel brochure, he rolled it up and tapped the coffee table with it.

“Alright, no more tasks now, right?”

Qin Qiaohan was taken aback for a moment, then said, “Nothing else.”

“Then I’ll go rest.” He stood up and returned to his suite without looking back.

In the top-floor suite of the hotel, Jiang Yucheng sat on the lounge chair by the window in his pajamas, with a laptop on his lap.

His fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard.

The suite door opened from the outside, and his manager, Xu Meng, walked up to him in high heels.

He didn’t look up, but his typing slowed down.

“What is it?”

“Director Xu’s TV script has been sent to your email. Remember to read it.”

“Have all the other roles been cast?”

“All except Zhou Si.”

The assistant, who had been resting in the small room, put down his phone and poured a glass of water for Xu Meng upon hearing her arrival.

Xu Meng threw her bag on the sofa where Jiang Yucheng was sitting and leaned against the window to take a sip of water.

After quenching her thirst, she continued.

“Try to convince Director Xu. With his casting method, he’ll never find the right actor for Zhou Si.”

“Not convincing.” Jiang Yucheng paused his typing.

He snapped his laptop shut and suddenly thought of the beautiful young man he saw at lunch.

Xu Meng, unaware of his thoughts, sighed and shook her head.

“The role of Zhou Si is too idealized. No one in the entertainment industry can play it.”

“Summarize Chi Jing’s information and send it to Director Xu,” he instructed her.

She didn’t immediately realize who he was talking about.

“Chi Jing?”

Her brain quickly processed. “You mean the newcomer from the variety show?”

“Not really a newcomer. He’s signed with Longhuang Entertainment.”

She commented, “Longhuang Entertainment, that’s a black hole.”

He didn’t deny it, nor did he say anything.

Xu Meng continued, “But why send his information to Director Xu? Feeling sorry and offering him a job?”

She paused and teased, “I didn’t know you had a charitable side.”

“Just thought he resembled Zhou Si.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? I’ve seen his information.”

Jiang Yucheng lifted his eyes, “Was he not like that before?”

Xu Meng shrugged, “I don’t know what he’s like now, but you can find his past information online.”

“He’s pretty popular recently, though not for good reasons.”

Jiang Yucheng wasn’t aware of this. His unique status kept him busy with acting and occasionally company matters, leaving little time for social media.

He took out his phone, opened Weibo, and searched Chi Jing’s name, immediately finding a lot of related terms.

#Chi Jing fake rich heir#

#The real and fake heir: Wen Yubai and Chi Jing#

#Chi Jing character issues#

He casually clicked on the first entry, and the top Weibo post included photos of Chi Jing from the past.

The features were the same, but lacked the liveliness he saw at noon.

Xu Meng, estimating his understanding, asked again, “Why recommend him to Director Xu?”

He chuckled softly.

“Interesting.”

Xu Meng kicked the sofa, “Answer the question.”

“Get the raw footage from Director Lu Tao from this afternoon, edit it, and send it to Director Xu.”

He finished, put his phone away, and pocketed it.

“You’ll know why after watching the raw footage.”

Xu Meng, puzzled by his intentions, called Lu Tao.

It wasn’t until before bed that she received the raw footage from him.

She put on her glasses, sat at her desk, and spent half an hour watching the entire raw footage at double speed.

After watching, she understood why Jiang Yucheng recommended Chi Jing to Director Xu.

Because he was the embodiment of the character Zhou Si from the script.

Free-spirited and unrestrained, he seemed to naturally draw all attention.

Most importantly, Zhou Si was the son of a feared “witch” in the martial world, exuding a unique allure like his mother.

This was also one of the hardest aspects to portray.

His character required not only a free-spirited nature but also a unique allure that wasn’t vulgar, a challenging combination.

Director Xu, known for his strict casting standards, required the actor for Zhou Si to have not only excellent acting skills but also the exceptional looks of a witch’s descendant.

This made it nearly impossible to find the right actor in the entire entertainment industry.

But Chi Jing seemed like he had stepped out of the script.

His casual smile at the camera, his slightly raised chin while leaning on a sports car, he was Zhou Si incarnate.

If he took the role, the casting for “Sword and Blade” would be perfect.

Xu Meng’s eyes lit up, and she made herself a cup of coffee before returning to the editing software on her computer.

At five in the morning, before dawn, Chi Jing was awakened by the staff.

He sat on the bed dazedly while the staff read out the director’s task for him: wake another guest up one-on-one, specifically Jiang Yucheng, the handsome one.

After hearing the task, he didn’t get up immediately but slowly turned his head to look at the window.

Through the gap in the curtains, he saw the dark sky; the moon had already moved out of sight.

Five in the morning, even earlier than the construction work near his apartment.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Even succubi could have a bad morning!!!

He irritably scratched his messy hair.

For the sake of money, he would endure!

Lack of money made even succubi swallow their pride.@@novelbin@@

Ten minutes later, having washed up, he threw his dried clothes into his suitcase and closed it.

Fifteen minutes later, he left the hotel with his suitcase and sat expressionlessly in the show’s car.

Qin Qiaohan, who had slept even less than him, had dark circles under her eyes that couldn’t be covered with foundation.

She sat in another seat in the car, avoiding the camera, and yawned.

Then she interviewed Chi Jing, “How do you feel about waking up early?”

He coldly replied, “I want to blow up the Earth.”

Qin Qiaohan kind of wanted that too.

She suppressed her agreement and tried to steer the conversation towards the director’s task.

“Are you excited to wake up Mr. Jiang Yucheng?”

Chi Jing slowly closed his eyes wanting to sleep more.

Qin Qiaohan got anxious, thinking he didn’t want to talk, and looked helplessly at the cameraman for help.

But the cameraman wasn’t responsible for the interview and didn’t know what to do.

Just as she was thinking of asking again, she saw him open his eyes and say to the camera.

“Very excited, drive faster so we can wake him up before dawn.”

No one should sleep well!

However, the distance from where he stayed to Jiang Yucheng’s place was too far, and the summer sunrise was the earliest of the year.

In the end, he didn’t manage to wake him before dawn.

When the last bit of darkness disappeared from the sky, he finally reached Jiang Yucheng’s suite.

Without waiting for Qin Qiaohan’s reminder, he pressed the doorbell.

The door opened quickly, and it was Jiang Yucheng’s assistant who answered.

Chi Jing leaned against the doorframe, lazily speaking.

“The show sent me to wake up Mr. Jiang.”

The assistant glanced inside, hesitating, “But Mr. Jiang is still asleep.”

“That’s why I need to wake him up,” he responded lazily.

The assistant let him in, followed by the cameraman holding the equipment.

The assistant, still hesitant, suggested, “Maybe I should wake Mr. Jiang first.”

“That ruins the show’s effect.”

Chi Jing said as he approached Jiang Yucheng’s room door, knocking lightly three times.

The assistant stood nervously nearby, and the atmosphere grew tense, even Qin Qiaohan felt the tension.

There was no response from inside, and Chi Jing, not having slept well, leaned bonelessly against the doorframe again.

After a while, he heard footsteps approaching the door from inside.

The next moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and Chi Jing, who had half his body leaning against the door, slid into the room.

Chi Jing: !!!

A pair of arms caught him, it was Jiang Yucheng.

Jiang Yucheng surveyed the situation outside the door before looking down at Chi Jing in his arms, speaking in a husky voice.

“What? The show is giving out early morning gifts to guests now?”