Easily Set Aflame

Chapter 1.3 - Filming-Kickoff Press Conference (3)

The surroundings fell into a moment of silence. Yi Wenze was standing to her right, a cup of tea raised in his hand as he wordlessly looked at her computer screen.

Jia He forced a stiff smile. Right as she was about to double-click on the file folder, he unexpectedly stretched out his arm and pointed at a spot, asking, "Is this the 2007 cover for Vogue?"

"Mm-hmm." She gripped the white mouse, her palms tingling.

"A-Qing all this time has been trying to find this particular issue." He paused briefly, then continued, "If you have time, give a copy to her."

Jia He gave another "mm-hmm" and then at once double-clicked on the folder and plugged in her USB flash drive. A red light continuously blinked on the USB drive, indicating that it had been successfully recognized.

Liao Jing suddenly let out a laugh, and picking up the teapot, she reached over and refilled Director Jiang's teacup for him. "Didn't expect that Jia He is actually A-Ze's fan."

Taking a sip from his tea, Director Jiang appeared to all of a sudden think of something. "I had forgotten until you brought it up. The first time I met Jia He, her story editor had already mentioned that Jia He's reason for becoming a screenwriter was that one day she could write a script for A-Ze."

I said that?!

Jia He had a sudden urge to plunk a boulder on her chest and have someone swing a sledgehammer onto it...

Yi Wenze gave a smile, then switched to Cantonese and began chatting with Director Jiang about Jia He's story editor. Everyone here was smart. This was no more than a case of the screenwriter happening to be a hardcore fan of the drama's male lead. Before long, he had moved the conversation past this topic. Jia He swiftly saved a copy of the revised script. Then, making up an excuse, she fled from that room.

It was not until she was out in the hallway that she finally sensed that her face was so hot she felt dizzy. Seriously, that was utterly humiliating.

In the space of the ten steps it took to walk from Director Jiang's room to her own, she ran through a dozen or more hypothetical situations about how she could weasel her way out of this and get a different screenwriter to be here on location for filming... Only when she saw Qiao Qiao curled up on her bed did she somewhat regain her soul. "Why are you here? Where's your O great bass-playing talent?"

Through gritted teeth, Qiao Qiao answered, "He said he has a performance, so he's not coming." Saying this, she wiped her nose with a tissue. "They're being so nice, releasing you to come back first?"

Jia He threw a resenting look at her and quickly recounted her mortifying situation of not too long ago. Qiao Qiao's tears instantly turned to chortles. Patting the bed, she had Jia He sit down beside her and then slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Bring him onto your casting couch. Just think, Yi Wenze's emotional pain from being hurt by love is very intense at this time. Now is the best time to exploit that."

Jia He instantaneously flew off the handle. "You weren't able to put your own raunchy thoughts into action and now you're not resigned to that or something?"

Qiao Qiao let out a wail of anguish. Squeezing a pillow against herself, she fell back onto the bed. "Hey, missy, I'm in depression right now. Please be careful with your word choice."

"Since that time in second-year uni when you had your breakup and made me climb a wall to get out, you've had no hope of hearing any more nice words from me in your entire lifetime."

Laughingly snapping some words back at her, Qiao Qiao hugged the pillow in her arms, felt for her mobile phone, and began madly firing off text messages.