Chapter 958: Set Visit

Finally, she seized the opportunity and stabbed the hairpin into the crown prince’s neck, severely injuring him before escaping.

The third male lead was a newcomer and had NG’ed quite a few times, while Chu Yao was most skilled at long takes.

In many of the NGed scenes, her expressions and actions remained unchanged.

The third male lead had a hard time dragging out the time and quickly got into character, but even after several runs, he still couldn’t find the right state.

The director personally went over to explain the scene to him.

Chu Yao sat boldly nearby, one foot resting on the chair.

When the makeup artist came to touch up her makeup, she poured herself a glass of water but didn’t drink directly from the cup.

Instead, she used a straw so as not to ruin her lip color.

After the director explained several times, the third male lead, possibly fearful of continued scolding, forced himself to say he understood.

Chu Yao got irritated upon seeing his confused look.

She jumped up on the table, grabbed his collar, and pulled him close, nearly nose to nose.

She stared into the third male lead’s eyes viciously and said, “I’ll give you two more chances.

I’m starving.

If you keep this up, I’ll pin you down and make you do it!”

The third male lead trembled in fear.

Everyone was stupefied.

Whoa, this girl is wild.

Looking across the entire entertainment industry, there’s no one as daring as her.

Didn’t you see the face of the big shot sitting behind the camera change?

Although we don’t know who he is, his relationship with Chu Yao is definitely not simple.

That complexity must mean he’s a sponsor.

Daring to do a live sex scene with the male actor in front of the sponsor…

Many people quietly took out their phones.

Chu Yao let go of his collar and sat back down, her beautiful eyes coldly narrowed.

“It’s just a few rogue lines.

Show the same energy you do when groveling for rich women.

It’s you teasing me, don’t make it look like I’m forcing you to tease me.”

The third male lead trembled and said, “Sister Chu Yao, I…

I was wrong, I understand now.

Let’s do it again, I’ll try my best to get it right in one take.”

Chu Yao coldly snorted, pulled some hair down from her temple to cover her cheek, hunched slightly, and tilted her head, instantly embodying a gorgeous beauty on the verge of death from poison, switching from a fierce woman.

She glanced up, with a trace of killing intent in her eyebrows.

“You dare to kill me?”

She grabbed the man’s hand that lingered on her shoulder, pressed it on the table, and stabbed the hairpin toward his hand.

The man hurriedly blocked, she leaned back, dodging him, used two fingers to support herself on the ground, and sprang up lightly like a swallow.

She used the man’s force to throw him downward, performing nearly half a spin under the table, controlling the man at one table leg in the blink of an eye, pinching the back of his neck, forcing his neck to press against the table leg.

The hairpin stabbed two inches below his ear.

Without a glance, Chu Yao fled, with the man’s cries behind her.

In front of her appeared a group of people; she had reached a dead end, prepared for a desperate fight, when she saw the masked woman leading the group was the head of her personally trained shadow guards.

“Madam!”

Chu Yao collapsed into the leader’s arms, covering her stomach with the hand not stained with blood, looking up with panic at her subordinate, her lips pale and tight, her eyes bloodshot, laced with redness.

“The child…

can’t be saved.”

After saying this, she fainted.

The director clapped in satisfaction, absolutely loving the tension Chu Yao portrayed in the long take.

Habitually wanting to share with the person next to him, he suddenly turned and saw Mo Tingshen’s face, as chilly and stern as the Living Yama’s.