Translated by fairishalie
Edited by RandomAlex
The Devil of The Night, whose real name was Su He was the biggest villain in the scenario. She used to be from a carefree family, and she had a marriage with the male lead named Xie Xiu. On the day of their marriage, the man rejected the world for monastic life and took refuge in religious life. He left without a good-bye, made Su He become the laughingstock of the world.
Su He looked for him everywhere and asked him for an explanation, but he already asked guidance and devoted his whole life to Buddha. So he ignored Su He. Not only that, but he also watched Su He being pushed off a cliff by the others. In a fit of anger, Su He killed her husband and fell into the magic gate.
Six hundred years later, the original pure as a piece of paper Su He, renamed into The Devil of The Night, became a famous devil and dominated both good and evil. Xie Xiu reincarnated, became a Daoist, and fell in love mutually with his junior apprentice, Sikong Xue. After one stage of life to the other, their love relationship became hatred.
The scene she acted today was the appearance of The Devil of The Night. In the play, besides her precious memories, she had always worn a red wedding dress, because the gown stained with the blood of her loved ones. She wore this dress, and reminded herself every day how he had broken the oath between them — when you become so devoted to Tao and abandoned your wife and your love, only then would I cut it off!
Being praised for doing nothing, Ren Qiao took off the Phoenix crown on her head, stuck out her tongue, and said with a smile, “Hello, my name is Tang Shu. You wouldn’t blame me for jumping the queue, would you?”
Under a smile, the previous fierce disappeared, replaced by the girl’s delicateness. Ji Wuwei looked a little crazy and called blankly, “Yao! Yao!” Ren Qiao put her hand in front of him and shook it. “Director Ji?”
(Yao Yao used as a complementary honorific)
Ji Wuwei bright eyes color restored, laughed at himself: “I’m getting old, vision are also blurred. When you smile, you look pretty much like an old friend of mine.”
The lethality of this sentence was even greater than his praise of Ren Qiao’s acting skills, and the assistant who followed him was so surprised that his chin was about to drop off.
If this sentence was said by a lecherous director, it might be described as a hidden rule of an actress. But this was Ji Wuwei, ah, except filming, nothing could enter the eyes Ji Wuwei! It was like the sun shone out from the west?! Ji Wuwei decided on Ren Qiao, and a large group of people set out to return to Chunshen City.
(hidden rules in the entertainment industry = usually ment sleeping with a top-level executive or rich person, to gain a role or advantage in sponsorship)
As soon as he got off the plane, Ren Qiao was picked up by a nanny. In the car, Dong Junyang patted his forehead and lamented, “My Eldest Missy, what are you playing?! Master asked me to familiarize you with the company. Why did you sneak in as the crew in silence?”
Ren Qiao curled her lips and smiled. She wasn’t sure if Dong Junyang was credible. She wouldn’t explain to him, “I’m an acting general manager now. Anything I want to do, should I report to you?”
This Miss Tang, who came out of from nowhere, was now his immediate boss. He dared not make her angry and hurriedly laughs: “Look what you said, I only care about you. So let’s go to the company now.”
“I won’t go to the office, send me to the Jialan Hotel. You’re not allowed to reveal my identity to anyone.”
Dong Junyang was very confused about this. He thought the eldest miss had thought about acting. Since that was the case, wouldn’t it be better to tell them her identity? Ren Qiao merely smiled with profound mystery and did not try to clear up his confusion.
In July, Xing Can Media had two significant events: first, Zuo Haocheng, the former general manager, resigned, and Tang Clan sent a new manager to take over the position of general manager. Unfortunately, the other party was too mysterious and never appeared in front of the public.
The important media poured into Xing Can one after another to inquire about the casting, and Ji Wuwei responded publicly to their questions: “Other characters have been decided beforehand, only missing one villain. During my recent trip to Jiang City, I found a piece of jade, and I am very confident. After the official release, she will amaze you!”
Ji Wuwei was notoriously harsh in the circle, and it had been a long time since he spared no effort to recommend a newcomer. The last time he praised an actress with such beautiful words, it was 30 years ago; the national goddess Shui Yao.
A piece of exaggerated news appeared in the newspaper, and mostly the title was: “Ghost Director gave big praise, is she the new generation National Goddess? Or is there another screenplay?” They knew nothing about Ren Qiao, and they wrote all the things based on hearsay evidence, that confused people.
Ren Qiao looked at the document on her hand, and it wrote about Ji Wuwei’s illegitimate daughter. Between laughter and tears, she could only sigh. This ridiculous multimedia masses had a big hole in their brain! Her ability to win the role in one fell swoop was not much of acting talent.
On the other hand, she came to see the convenience as the owner, she could read the whole set of script plays in advance, and so she had a better understanding of the role of The Devil of The Night, while others only got the outline. Second, she could take the costumes from the props group and prepared them better than others. Third, she was the daughter of the first generation of ancient martial artis in her previous life. Even if her parents protected her, she was inherently poisonous, weak, and unable to practice, she had never wandered Jianghu. But lived in that era as the devil and such a character with universal power, she had a more in-depth understanding. Her father was the best in the world.
(Jianghu = lit; rivers and lakes. Martial arts society.)
Acting was not her purpose. She had other plans. In the book, the role Devil of The Night had been hanging in the air, procrastinated for too long. The original book only said that the casting process delayed too long, and they did not write much about the actor. She did not know where Ji Wuwei came from. To speed up the progress and taking over the Xing Can Media as soon as possible, she had to fight in person.
Before shooting, Xing Can host a banquet for all the members of the crew. Because the general manager has asked for an extended leave, Xing Can was currently presided over by Vice President Wu Wenjing. She has joined Xing Can for over ten years. Although she was a director, she also had a lot of talent in the mall industry, directly booked 50 tables in the Jialan Hotel.
Jialan hotel lobby, pale gold walls and decorated with relief, right in the middle, the fountains rise and fall with gentle music. Around the pool, Xing Can staff sat. There were makeup artists, photographers, props, and so on. They talked and laughed with each other, drank together. Near them, inside a box, the main actors sat inside.
The one who sat in the middle of the main table was Wu Wenjing, she was about 40 years old, with slightly flabby skin, a round face, white and portly. She raised her glass with a smile: “Thank you for joining us. I wish us pleasant cooperation!”
At her left-hand side was Lang Li, 30 years old, previously was in the US, working in Hollywood. He took part in several post-production special effects of fantasy movies. After coming back home for three years, he runs a studio, specializing in film’s special effects synthesis. He had a hooked nose, his eyes were small and narrow, his face was sinister, and he talked aggressively: “Can you say something besides cooperate? Xing Can is backed up by a powerful giant, the masses released the news of our cooperation since a long time ago, but so far I haven’t received a dime!”
When he expressed a different view on this kind of situation, the smile on Wu Wenjing’s face froze. Ji Wuwei, on her right, touched the beard on his chin and said, “That’s true. I’m a free worker, too.”
As three bigwigs quarreled, the actors in the box stopped their chopsticks. The atmosphere made people too afraid to breathe, and the sound could be heard quietly in the room.
It was too eye-catching, Ren Qiao even purposely dropped her straw.
Between the atmosphere stalemate, someone opened the box door from the outside, and the two people came in side by side.
One was a lively girl, dressed in a bright green and knee-length skirt with the red thread on her wrists and ankles, and silver-white bells. As she walked, the bells were jingling, and the voice was crisp and pleasant. The girl asked, “Why is it silent? Don’t you all welcome me?”
The other was a young man, handsome, elegant, and reserved. He wore a smoky gray trench coat with paired with cropped trousers, flat shoes and revealed his white ankles. Without attracting attention like the young girl, he nodded slightly to the crowd and glanced across the box, looking for a vacant seat.
Their arrival eased Wu Wenjing’s embarrassment. She nodded and smiled at them. “Ling Ling, Yi ran, you’re here.”
Ding Lingling, the little sister of male lead Zhou Yunqing, moved away from Zhou Family in the Village with her father when she was young. Although that man only regarded her as a sister, she had a deep affection for that man and obsessed with her “Brother Yunqing” until now.
Also, she was still on a par with Meng Shiwen in the entertainment circle, and they were well-known as “Nan Ding Bei Meng.” The two have made their debut at the same time, and fans often bullied each other.
(Nan Ding Bei Meng = Ding (ling ling) from the south, dan Meng (shiwen) from the North)
They invited the Ding Lingling to star as the junior apprentice Shikong Xue. Precisely because of this, Meng Shiwen wanted to enter the crew, two people, a collision of good and evil, it was a gimmick. Of course, she didn’t want to lag Ding Lingling too much, such a big movie, if she missed, the popularity will inevitably fall to the bottom. She didn’t expect that Ren Qiao eventually took the role.
Qin Yiran, who became famous longer than them, and had already won two Golden Egret Awards and the Silver Heron Award. This time, they invited him to star as the male lead, Xie Xiu. With his presence, it guaranteed the box office. He had tens of millions of fans and was the male god of countless girls’ dreams, including Ren Qiao. Ren Qiao saw him looking for a seat, waved to him, “Sit here!”
Wu Wenjing invited Lang Li and Ji Wuwei out, and they finally relaxed the previous stagnant atmosphere in the box. Ding Lingling asked one actress, “What’s going on?”
Before the actress answered, a little teen idol blurted: “Xing Can haven’t payed the directors yet, so directors are asking about it.”
“Wow, it looks like we’re not going to be able to start filming!” Ding Lingling’s black grape-like eyes, spun around. The corners of her mouth evoked a smile, quite like rejoiced on other people’s misfortune.
The little teen idol hesitated, “Really? There is the Tang Clan behind Xing Can, and there is no way that they are in a shortage of money.”
The circle was full of people who knew what was going on; it didn’t take a while to talk about it. They spoke enthusiastically, but Qin Yiran only hugged his arms and sit, because he had always been unlively, the others did not dare to come to his side, and looked desolate.
Ren Qiao held her cheeks in her hands and stared at Qin Yiran for a moment. Her eyes were too hot, and Qin Yiran could not pretend to ignore, nodded politely: “Newcomer ah.”
Anyone with a slight look could see his impatience, embarrassed to continue to entangle. But Ren Qiao was like a puppy who picked up a bone, her eyes shined and pasted it up: “Twilight Lord, I am your fan, could you give me an autograph, please?”
God of Twilight was one of Qin Yiran’s classic screen characters. Fans called him Twilight Lord, felt intimate and respectful.
Translated by fairishalie
Edited by RandomAlex
The Devil of The Night, whose real name was Su He was the biggest villain in the scenario. She used to be from a carefree family, and she had a marriage with the male lead named Xie Xiu. On the day of their marriage, the man rejected the world for monastic life and took refuge in religious life. He left without a good-bye, made Su He become the laughingstock of the world.
Su He looked for him everywhere and asked him for an explanation, but he already asked guidance and devoted his whole life to Buddha. So he ignored Su He. Not only that, but he also watched Su He being pushed off a cliff by the others. In a fit of anger, Su He killed her husband and fell into the magic gate.
Six hundred years later, the original pure as a piece of paper Su He, renamed into The Devil of The Night, became a famous devil and dominated both good and evil. Xie Xiu reincarnated, became a Daoist, and fell in love mutually with his junior apprentice, Sikong Xue. After one stage of life to the other, their love relationship became hatred.
The scene she acted today was the appearance of The Devil of The Night. In the play, besides her precious memories, she had always worn a red wedding dress, because the gown stained with the blood of her loved ones. She wore this dress, and reminded herself every day how he had broken the oath between them — when you become so devoted to Tao and abandoned your wife and your love, only then would I cut it off!
Being praised for doing nothing, Ren Qiao took off the Phoenix crown on her head, stuck out her tongue, and said with a smile, “Hello, my name is Tang Shu. You wouldn’t blame me for jumping the queue, would you?”
Under a smile, the previous fierce disappeared, replaced by the girl’s delicateness. Ji Wuwei looked a little crazy and called blankly, “Yao! Yao!” Ren Qiao put her hand in front of him and shook it. “Director Ji?”
(Yao Yao used as a complementary honorific)
Ji Wuwei bright eyes color restored, laughed at himself: “I’m getting old, vision are also blurred. When you smile, you look pretty much like an old friend of mine.”
The lethality of this sentence was even greater than his praise of Ren Qiao’s acting skills, and the assistant who followed him was so surprised that his chin was about to drop off.
If this sentence was said by a lecherous director, it might be described as a hidden rule of an actress. But this was Ji Wuwei, ah, except filming, nothing could enter the eyes Ji Wuwei! It was like the sun shone out from the west?! Ji Wuwei decided on Ren Qiao, and a large group of people set out to return to Chunshen City.
(hidden rules in the entertainment industry = usually ment sleeping with a top-level executive or rich person, to gain a role or advantage in sponsorship)
As soon as he got off the plane, Ren Qiao was picked up by a nanny. In the car, Dong Junyang patted his forehead and lamented, “My Eldest Missy, what are you playing?! Master asked me to familiarize you with the company. Why did you sneak in as the crew in silence?”
Ren Qiao curled her lips and smiled. She wasn’t sure if Dong Junyang was credible. She wouldn’t explain to him, “I’m an acting general manager now. Anything I want to do, should I report to you?”
This Miss Tang, who came out of from nowhere, was now his immediate boss. He dared not make her angry and hurriedly laughs: “Look what you said, I only care about you. So let’s go to the company now.”
“I won’t go to the office, send me to the Jialan Hotel. You’re not allowed to reveal my identity to anyone.”
Dong Junyang was very confused about this. He thought the eldest miss had thought about acting. Since that was the case, wouldn’t it be better to tell them her identity? Ren Qiao merely smiled with profound mystery and did not try to clear up his confusion.
In July, Xing Can Media had two significant events: first, Zuo Haocheng, the former general manager, resigned, and Tang Clan sent a new manager to take over the position of general manager. Unfortunately, the other party was too mysterious and never appeared in front of the public.
The important media poured into Xing Can one after another to inquire about the casting, and Ji Wuwei responded publicly to their questions: “Other characters have been decided beforehand, only missing one villain. During my recent trip to Jiang City, I found a piece of jade, and I am very confident. After the official release, she will amaze you!”
Ji Wuwei was notoriously harsh in the circle, and it had been a long time since he spared no effort to recommend a newcomer. The last time he praised an actress with such beautiful words, it was 30 years ago; the national goddess Shui Yao.
A piece of exaggerated news appeared in the newspaper, and mostly the title was: “Ghost Director gave big praise, is she the new generation National Goddess? Or is there another screenplay?” They knew nothing about Ren Qiao, and they wrote all the things based on hearsay evidence, that confused people.
Ren Qiao looked at the document on her hand, and it wrote about Ji Wuwei’s illegitimate daughter. Between laughter and tears, she could only sigh. This ridiculous multimedia masses had a big hole in their brain! Her ability to win the role in one fell swoop was not much of acting talent.
On the other hand, she came to see the convenience as the owner, she could read the whole set of script plays in advance, and so she had a better understanding of the role of The Devil of The Night, while others only got the outline. Second, she could take the costumes from the props group and prepared them better than others. Third, she was the daughter of the first generation of ancient martial artis in her previous life. Even if her parents protected her, she was inherently poisonous, weak, and unable to practice, she had never wandered Jianghu. But lived in that era as the devil and such a character with universal power, she had a more in-depth understanding. Her father was the best in the world.
(Jianghu = lit; rivers and lakes. Martial arts society.)
Acting was not her purpose. She had other plans. In the book, the role Devil of The Night had been hanging in the air, procrastinated for too long. The original book only said that the casting process delayed too long, and they did not write much about the actor. She did not know where Ji Wuwei came from. To speed up the progress and taking over the Xing Can Media as soon as possible, she had to fight in person.
Before shooting, Xing Can host a banquet for all the members of the crew. Because the general manager has asked for an extended leave, Xing Can was currently presided over by Vice President Wu Wenjing. She has joined Xing Can for over ten years. Although she was a director, she also had a lot of talent in the mall industry, directly booked 50 tables in the Jialan Hotel.
Jialan hotel lobby, pale gold walls and decorated with relief, right in the middle, the fountains rise and fall with gentle music. Around the pool, Xing Can staff sat. There were makeup artists, photographers, props, and so on. They talked and laughed with each other, drank together. Near them, inside a box, the main actors sat inside.
The one who sat in the middle of the main table was Wu Wenjing, she was about 40 years old, with slightly flabby skin, a round face, white and portly. She raised her glass with a smile: “Thank you for joining us. I wish us pleasant cooperation!”
At her left-hand side was Lang Li, 30 years old, previously was in the US, working in Hollywood. He took part in several post-production special effects of fantasy movies. After coming back home for three years, he runs a studio, specializing in film’s special effects synthesis. He had a hooked nose, his eyes were small and narrow, his face was sinister, and he talked aggressively: “Can you say something besides cooperate? Xing Can is backed up by a powerful giant, the masses released the news of our cooperation since a long time ago, but so far I haven’t received a dime!”
When he expressed a different view on this kind of situation, the smile on Wu Wenjing’s face froze. Ji Wuwei, on her right, touched the beard on his chin and said, “That’s true. I’m a free worker, too.”
As three bigwigs quarreled, the actors in the box stopped their chopsticks. The atmosphere made people too afraid to breathe, and the sound could be heard quietly in the room.
It was too eye-catching, Ren Qiao even purposely dropped her straw.
Between the atmosphere stalemate, someone opened the box door from the outside, and the two people came in side by side.
One was a lively girl, dressed in a bright green and knee-length skirt with the red thread on her wrists and ankles, and silver-white bells. As she walked, the bells were jingling, and the voice was crisp and pleasant. The girl asked, “Why is it silent? Don’t you all welcome me?”
The other was a young man, handsome, elegant, and reserved. He wore a smoky gray trench coat with paired with cropped trousers, flat shoes and revealed his white ankles. Without attracting attention like the young girl, he nodded slightly to the crowd and glanced across the box, looking for a vacant seat.
Their arrival eased Wu Wenjing’s embarrassment. She nodded and smiled at them. “Ling Ling, Yi ran, you’re here.”
Ding Lingling, the little sister of male lead Zhou Yunqing, moved away from Zhou Family in the Village with her father when she was young. Although that man only regarded her as a sister, she had a deep affection for that man and obsessed with her “Brother Yunqing” until now.
Also, she was still on a par with Meng Shiwen in the entertainment circle, and they were well-known as “Nan Ding Bei Meng.” The two have made their debut at the same time, and fans often bullied each other.
(Nan Ding Bei Meng = Ding (ling ling) from the south, dan Meng (shiwen) from the North)
They invited the Ding Lingling to star as the junior apprentice Shikong Xue. Precisely because of this, Meng Shiwen wanted to enter the crew, two people, a collision of good and evil, it was a gimmick. Of course, she didn’t want to lag Ding Lingling too much, such a big movie, if she missed, the popularity will inevitably fall to the bottom. She didn’t expect that Ren Qiao eventually took the role.
Qin Yiran, who became famous longer than them, and had already won two Golden Egret Awards and the Silver Heron Award. This time, they invited him to star as the male lead, Xie Xiu. With his presence, it guaranteed the box office. He had tens of millions of fans and was the male god of countless girls’ dreams, including Ren Qiao. Ren Qiao saw him looking for a seat, waved to him, “Sit here!”
Wu Wenjing invited Lang Li and Ji Wuwei out, and they finally relaxed the previous stagnant atmosphere in the box. Ding Lingling asked one actress, “What’s going on?”
Before the actress answered, a little teen idol blurted: “Xing Can haven’t payed the directors yet, so directors are asking about it.”
“Wow, it looks like we’re not going to be able to start filming!” Ding Lingling’s black grape-like eyes, spun around. The corners of her mouth evoked a smile, quite like rejoiced on other people’s misfortune.
The little teen idol hesitated, “Really? There is the Tang Clan behind Xing Can, and there is no way that they are in a shortage of money.”
The circle was full of people who knew what was going on; it didn’t take a while to talk about it. They spoke enthusiastically, but Qin Yiran only hugged his arms and sit, because he had always been unlively, the others did not dare to come to his side, and looked desolate.
Ren Qiao held her cheeks in her hands and stared at Qin Yiran for a moment. Her eyes were too hot, and Qin Yiran could not pretend to ignore, nodded politely: “Newcomer ah.”
Anyone with a slight look could see his impatience, embarrassed to continue to entangle. But Ren Qiao was like a puppy who picked up a bone, her eyes shined and pasted it up: “Twilight Lord, I am your fan, could you give me an autograph, please?”
God of Twilight was one of Qin Yiran’s classic screen characters. Fans called him Twilight Lord, felt intimate and respectful.
