Chapter 1714: That's My Seat

“Thanks, but no need.”

Bo Yanching already had his hand on the car window button and added indifferently, “The rain’s heavy.”

Song Yuan waited, expecting to hear a “Be careful not to catch a cold,” but Bo Yanching just closed the window like that.

She pursed her lips as the rain slanted onto her face and shouted loudly, “I’ll head in then. San-ge, take care. Just come to me if you need anything.”

Bo Yanching didn’t respond, and she couldn’t see him since the window’s privacy was too high.

Song Yuan was almost unable to hold on, half of her body soaked. Her agent shielded her and couldn’t help but remind her, “Yuan Yuan, you can’t let this outfit get wet. It’ll be ruined, and there are two more scenes with this outfit. The styling team only prepared two sets; if one gets ruined, we won’t match the continuity.”

“Oh, really?”

Song Yuan gathered her shawl, “I didn’t know that. What should I do then?”

“I’ll have them prepare another set later. It’s not your fault. High fashion is rarely used in filming since it’s not a runway. Director Chen seeks perfection in everything, with no fake details, especially in costumes. I’ll keep this from him for now and let the styling team figure it out.”

Song Yuan pursed her lips, apologetically said, “I’m really sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

The agent patted her back in comfort, didn’t blame her. Song Yuan came from a wealthy background, was also obedient. Since she started working, she lacked the temper of a rich girl, was easy to get along with, and even when mistakes were made, it felt wrong to be harsh.

Song Yuan returned to the trailer to change clothes, then went out with an umbrella and found Nan Jiaojiao in the canteen.

At this time, everyone was eating, except the male and female leads who weren’t eating with everyone. Director Chen and Producer Zhou were there, saying the rainstorm was too heavy to shoot. Shu Jin was in great condition and had finished a take, eager to continue filming, but Director Chen didn’t dare to take risks and firmly refused.

Song Yuan first greeted Director Chen, as her agent handed her a lunchbox.

Song Yuan didn’t take it and instead went to Nan Jiaojiao’s side, bent down to speak, “Jiaojiao, is there anyone next to you?”

“Yes.”

Song Yuan felt stifled, wondering what was going on with Nan Jiaojiao. Her emotional intelligence seemed so low that even if there was someone there, she should’ve said no when asked.

She smiled, “Then I’ll sit over there.”

She had her agent set up the dishes.

Her meals were specially made by a hired chef, usually eaten in the trailer, each dish exquisite.

“Everyone, let’s eat together. It’s too much, I can’t finish it all, please try some.”

Her agent explained while setting up the dishes, saying the food was made by a chef hired by Song Yuan’s family. She had a sensitive stomach, couldn’t eat spicy, nor very sweet, so she avoided the crew’s meals. Her family was concerned, so they hired a chef to care for her.

After such a round of words, everyone felt included, reducing restraint and bringing relationships closer. Everyone chimed in, politely taking a bit to taste.

The agent had her intentions, too. This table was full of styling team members, just right to smooth things over after familiarizing them.

Song Yuan was still looking for a seat. Shen Bin had actually offered her his spot, but she declined, shifted a few steps but didn’t move away from Nan Jiaojiao’s vicinity.

“That’s my seat.”

Ye Linlin returned with her lunchbox, and there were two bottles of yogurt on the table, her private stash. She generously gave one to Nan Jiaojiao, asking her to save the spot, but why was there suddenly an extra person upon return?

Ye Linlin felt quite annoyed, plopping down beside Nan Jiaojiao.