"Cut!"

Director Murong shook his head. "Where is your attention Cheng Yin? This is not how you have performed all this time. Your mind and your heart don't feel in the same place."

Yin stiffened and embarrassment flashed in his eyes. "I am sorry, Director. I will do the next take correctly."

"No, I don't think so. You don't seem to be in the moment. Your mind is wandering somewhere. Until that gets fixed, we won't go anywhere with the shooting. Let's take a break and get back."

Yin headed straight to his make-up roomz gnashing his jaw. He looked at himself in the mirror and exhaled a deep breath. He then felt a gentle poke on his cheek and glanced at the side.

Chyou pursed her lips, worried. "Is something bothering you, Yin?"

He tried to smile. "Not really. Maybe I'm not just in the zone."

"Yin, we are together. I want us to share our joys and sorrows and hard times with each other. We can think about it and find a solution for it together. Nothing can be impossible then!" She beamed and tried to lighten up the mood. "The Queen always has a solution hohoho!"

The awkwardness to initiate the conversation was clearly evident. Even so, he went ahead and said, "...I wasn't aware that there were," he coughed lightly, "marriage talks going between you and Gu Yating before."

Chyou blinked at him and opened and parted her lips. The realization then dawned upon her.

"Wait, are you worried about the viral video?"

A violent surge of bitterness swept in his chest. He didn't want to admit it but seeing the two together in the video was enough to make his furious sparks fly. But at the same time, he didn't want to sound petty and insecure because he knew that Chyou loved him. It was foolish to doubt her, so he locked up those ugly emotions.

But the moment he heard that at some point, there were potential marriage talks going on between them, the wave of hateful, intense jealousy crashed once again.

Fuck is that why that man keeps hanging around Chyou!?

An arranged date between Yating and Chyou meant that her family was in favor of him. So where did that leave him then?

Will they be in his favor too?

Now that he thought about it, Yin was yet to officially meet Chyou's family and introduce as her boyfriend. He confessed to her in front of the whole world but hadn't met her parents yet.

"Yin?" She gently shook his shoulder. "Where are you lost?"

He snapped from his daze and looked at her. "Nothing. It's just that…"

She held his hands and assured him. "I am sorry, Yin. I think I should have told you this before," her shoulders slumped. "Uncle Gu had just asked Dad one day if I would be interested in Yating. But I liked you so I met up with Yating and clarified everything. He also didn't want this relationship because he, too, loved somebody else. So we just met and had an honest conversation. That's all. And now, Yating and I are just good friends. Since our fathers already know each other, they just thought it would be a good idea. But there is nothing more to that."

Yin felt Chyou's sincerity and knew that she wasn't wrong. Even so, the restlessness in his heart failed to settle. Somewhere or the other, a thorn kept poking him that things weren't so easy.

Especially now, Yin looked at the situation completely differently. Yating now came to the set everyday and Chyou and Yating would meet each other again to work on the commercial for their fathers' collaboration project. Since Xiaosi was himself involved, he wouldn't be able to even ask her to consider dropping off from this work.

Why does it feel like Gu Yating is everywhere?

He smiled at Chyou and patted her cheek. "It's okay, Chyou. I understand. It came to me as a surprise, but I trust you."

"Really?" Chyou looked a little hesitant but went ahead and asked, "Let me ask you. Are you uncomfortable if Yating is my friend?"

Of course I hate him! It's so obvious that he is interested in you! That bastard keeps buzzing around you even though he knows that you are with me.

It's like…fuck he is not taking me seriously, isn't he?

He inwardly gritted his teeth and swallowed his angry gulp, maintaining his understanding smile on his lips. "Of course not. I won't stop you from making friends. But…" he raised his brow, "he better not get any ideas about you. You are so charming that he might really fall for you."

Chyou laughed and shook her head. "It wouldn't be like that between us."

She then asked, "Are you sure it will be fine if I do the commercial with Yating? Look, you don't have to get stressed at all because of that. It's my Dad anyway. I can just tell him that work is really keeping me busy. He would be cool with it."

Yin was extremely tempted to take that offer and he had almost said yes to it. But he didn't want her to have a shitty image of him, a boyfriend who controlled and dictated what she should do and she shouldn't.

"I am cool with the commercial, Chyou. It won't take much time anyway," he shrugged.

"...O-okay."

She left his room after the conversation and bit her lower lip, thinking about something. She went back to her own makeup room and dialed Xiaosi's number.

"Dad."

"Hey, what's up?"

Chyou cleared her throat. "Well, I was just thinking if I could withdraw from the commercial? You know, this movie is quite the big one and Director Murong is very demanding. So I don't know if I will really get the time hehe~"

There was silence at the end.

"Did anybody say anything to you?"

"Of course not. It's just that I am finally realizing the scale of this movie and the Director's expectations. It's so exhausting. I know someone who will be perfect for the commercial with Yating."

Xiaosi said nothing. At one point, Chyou wondered if the call got disconnected but it wasn't.

Ah? Why isn't he saying anything?

"I will talk to Director Murong about your workload and accordingly adjust your schedule for the commercial. The collaboration will go as planned. Don't worry about anything. I won't let anything exhaust my daughter."

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