Chapter 414: 413: I'll Wait for You at Home (6)

He was showing off, provoking, and even though Xia Siyu had kicked up her leg to retaliate afterward, it was obvious that the relationship between the two had progressed rapidly.

Perhaps, the three-day leave Xia Siyu took last time was spent with Bo Yan!

But after Qin Baizhou finished speaking, everyone was silent for a while. Today was only a script reading, so Director Yu Fenfei did not come; only the director, screenwriter, and a few main actors were present.

It was just a script reading, intended to sort through the general outline, where different opinions could be raised—no need to be so aggressive.

Bo Yan’s brow furrowed. Although he understood the meaning behind Qin Baizhou’s words, now that he had signed the contract, he should trust the director. This was the director’s passion project, and he wanted to make a great film more than anyone else. Moreover, Bo Yan had worked with this director before and knew that he was not one to show off technical prowess for its own sake. He simply wanted to tell a story earnestly. As a cinematographer, he had a natural pursuit for color composition, which he didn’t need to control. Success meant telling a good story well.

Sun Wujiu said, “Firstly, the script reading is just to sort out the general plot, and there will certainly be minor changes. The screenwriter is going to stay with the production until filming is complete. This film is my first time leading, with Master Yu Fenfei only assisting. Coming from a cinematography background, he is helping me to avoid focusing too much on beautiful scenes and characters. As for criticizing society, I haven’t thought about it—I just want to tell a story. The male and female leads are not perfect; they have flaws, and my only goal is to present their completed journey. That’s all.”

He added another sentence: “If you really feel that I’m inadequate, you’re free to leave now, and we’ll find another actress.”

Directors tend to be a bit temperamental. Xia Siyu had come with an agent and an assistant, quite an entourage. In contrast, Bo Yan only came with Song Fengzhi, who had left earlier. While it wasn’t considered behaving like a diva—since he had encountered artists who were much more demanding and had larger entourages, even among men—

the label “difficult to work with” was already figuratively stamped on Xia Siyu’s forehead.

Making a movie is a matter of choice for both parties. Losing Xia Siyu might mean the film’s exposure and traffic wouldn’t be as high, but if she insisted on leaving, there was nothing he could do.

After being confronted, Qin Baizhou quickly recovered and made amends: “If Director Sun has already taken these factors into account, then I am reassured. Naturally, I hope the film turns out well, which is why I agreed to sign.”

Xia Siyu spoke up: “I trust the director.”

She was very serious. Although she wasn’t academically strong, having been in the entertainment industry for many years, she had an innate intuition for scripts.

Maybe this film wouldn’t be a blockbuster, but it was sure to be crafted with care. As long as effort was put into it, and it wasn’t worthless, she believed the audience would feel it.

If it didn’t work out, then she’d consider it a learning experience. Failure was inconsequential; she would have the opportunity to start over.

Because of Qin Baizhou’s speech, the subsequent script reading was hastily gone through, and then everyone dispersed.

It hadn’t even started filming, and the first gathering of the main cast had this kind of atmosphere; everyone’s mood was not too great.

When they parted, Bo Yan didn’t linger and took a car to leave first.

Qin Baizhou, on the other hand, stayed behind with Xia Siyu to prepare for tomorrow’s birthday meet-up scene.

At eleven fifty-five, Xia Siyu finally returned to Qingcheng Apartment.

Before getting out of the car, she was a bit nervous—Bo Yan wouldn’t really be waiting for her, would he?