A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 28

The fiery rose petals were layered one upon another, exuding a seductive, faint fragrance. The entire bouquet looked full of life and vitality, much like the impression the person in her mind had left on her.

Yan Shu sat in her comfortable office chair, her finger lightly brushing against a crimson petal. The remaining water droplets slid slowly from the petal onto her palm following the movement of her fingertip.

The pink card lay flat on the desk, pressing down on a pile of unresolved work documents. As the words on the card entered her sight, Yan Shu closed her eyes, almost able to imagine the way these words would sound coming from Jiang Baihe’s mouth.

She smiled and pressed the intercom on her desk. Moments later, Jin Wen knocked and entered the office.

“Come in.”

“President Yan, did you need me for something?” Jin Wen looked at Yan Shu with some confusion. They were scheduled to resume their meeting in ten minutes; she was currently outside preparing the necessary materials. Had Yan Shu come up with a new idea for this meeting?

“You…” Yan Shu mused for a few seconds. Seeming a bit embarrassed, she gave a light cough and averted her gaze as she asked, “Mm, do you know what a fan usually needs to do?”

Jin Wen: ???

The title of “Top-tier Special Assistant” was no joke. Even though she was bewildered by the question, Jin Wen remained calm. She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses that had nearly slipped off in shock, thought back to her past work experience, and replied, “Voting, monitoring comments, spending money on merch?”

Seeing Yan Shu sink into deep thought, Jin Wen’s eyes flickered. Realizing the only celebrity around her CEO was Jiang Baihe—who had apparently left for a location shoot today—Jin Wen added sensibly, “Sometimes, one can also apply to visit the film set.”

Yan Shu nodded, her expression unchanged. It was impossible to tell if she had actually taken Jin Wen’s words to heart.

Seeing Yan Shu’s demeanor, Jin Wen thought secretly to herself: Jiang Baihe hasn’t even been gone for a full day, could President Yan already be thinking about visiting the set?!

Just as she was mentally complaining about her CEO’s strange behavior lately, she heard Yan Shu speak to her in her usual cold tone: “Prepare yourself. The meeting will start as scheduled in ten minutes.”

Jin Wen perked up, feeling that the old workaholic Yan Shu was back! She replied formally, “Understood!”

“Oh, if you have time, please help me find a pretty vase in the company.”

“…Yes.”

The long-distance bus started up with a rumble and slowly drove toward the neighboring city. Jiang Baihe sat in a middle seat with Xiao Xu beside her.

The air inside the bus had been professionally treated by the crew and sprayed with a comfortable air freshener, lacking the typical smell of a passenger coach. However, Xiao Xu still worriedly fished a box of motion sickness medicine from her bag and handed it to Jiang Baihe. She whispered a complaint, “Director Song is too stingy… why couldn’t he let us go there on our own?”

Jiang Baihe couldn’t help but laugh. “Keep your voice down. If he hears you, he’ll nag you for at least an hour.”

When he wasn’t filming, Song Zhishu was a fairly easygoing old man, but the moment the topic turned to production, it was as if he’d fallen into a pit of money. The recent farce had drained the crew’s vitality; with Shen Yun gone, the double investment she brought had shriveled significantly. Although Sihai continued to add funds later, it felt to Song Zhishu like a piece of his heart had been pried away.

He viewed this film as his “life’s work.” Whether it was costumes, props, cinematography, or post-production effects, he wanted everything to be the best. Consequently, in daily life, he cut out all unnecessary fluff, truly practicing cost-cutting across the board so that every cent was spent on the production itself.

As the two were whispering their complaints, the subject of their talk, Song Zhishu, stood up enthusiastically at the front and leaned over his seat to look back. At this moment, he didn’t look like a mature director, but rather a tour guide taking a group of “children” on a spring outing.

Because he sat at the very front, everyone’s eyes were drawn to him. Then, they heard him announce: “Comrades! To celebrate our first group trip—is anyone willing to come to the front and sing a song to liven up the atmosphere? You there, Little Tang, come over!”

Tang Yuan, who was called out, shouted huffily, “Director Song, I’m tone-deaf!”

Before she even sang, the bus erupted in laughter. Many people joined in: “Director, please have mercy on your own people!” “Exactly, let us get some sleep!”

Jiang Baihe was also amused. It wasn’t just that it looked like a spring outing; Song Zhishu was truly treating it like one!

The atmosphere in the bus stayed lively for a while under Song Zhishu’s lead before gradually calming down. The trip from City A to City J would take at least three hours. Jiang Baihe adjusted her posture, pulled a blackout eye mask from her bag, and prepared to catch up on some sleep. She said a quick word to Xiao Xu and then, lulled by the swaying of the vehicle, fell into a deep slumber.

City J and City A were neighboring cities, but their landscapes were vastly different. This area was rich in mountain ranges, with many famous peaks located here. The natural scenery was beautiful, which was why Song Zhishu had chosen this location.

After the long-distance journey, the entire crew of The Eternal Tribulation finally reached their destination. Jiang Baihe and Xiao Xu stepped off the bus with two suitcases. Before coming, Song Zhishu had told them that the rented houses would have all the essentials, so their suitcases mostly contained personal items. Still, all the bits and pieces filled two small bags.

Once off the bus, the group walked in small clusters toward the villa. The production had rented an entire leisure villa near the filming site to guarantee the cast’s food and sleep quality.

Jiang Baihe took a deep breath as she walked. Being near the wilderness with lush trees and little environmental damage, and situated at a higher elevation, the air here was much fresher than in City A—like a natural oxygen bar.

As they entered the villa laughing and chatting, a girl with twin ponytails holding a small sun umbrella walked toward them. “Hi! Hello everyone!”

“Huh, it’s actually her,” Tang Yuan muttered beside her, sounding surprised.

Jiang Baihe glanced at the girl chatting with Song Zhishu and asked in a low voice, “Who is that?”

“Jiang Yuanyuan, an idol from a survival show. she pivoted to acting two years ago,” Tang Yuan introduced. “Her being here probably means she took over Shen Yun’s former role.”

Jiang Baihe had a faint smile on her lips. “She won’t be another Shen Yun, will she?”

“Unlikely.” Tang Yuan laughed behind her hand. “You’re truly ‘once bitten, twice shy.’ There aren’t that many weirdos in this circle. She used to act in modern idol dramas; I don’t know if she’ll pull off an ancient costume look.”

Jiang Baihe said calmly, “If Director Song picked her, she must have some skill.” After the Shen Yun incident, Jiang Baihe figured Song Zhishu would have even higher standards for new additions, so she wasn’t too worried.

After greeting Song Zhishu, Jiang Yuanyuan walked over to Jiang Baihe and Tang Yuan. “Hello, seniors! Nice to meet you. Please give me your guidance!”

You don’t strike a smiling face, especially when there’s no malice felt. Jiang Baihe and Tang Yuan both gave her friendly smiles. “Hello.”

During their conversation, they learned she was indeed replacing Shen Yun. She had actually auditioned before filming started but lost to Shen Yun’s investment backing. Now that Shen Yun was out and she happened to be free, she proactively squeezed into the crew. She happened to be working in this area when she got the call from Director Song, so she came straight to the villa instead of returning to City A.

When Jiang Yuanyuan saw Jiang Baihe, a flash of dazzled admiration crossed her eyes. All along the way, she tried to curry favor with Jiang Baihe, subtly and overtly. She said with a smile, “Sister Baihe, your suitcase looks heavy. Aren’t you tired from carrying it? How about I help you take it up?”

“No need.” Jiang Baihe politely declined the offer with a smile. “We’re almost there.”

“Mhm, okay then.” Being rejected didn’t seem to bother Jiang Yuanyuan; she acted as if it had been a casual question.

Beside them, Tang Yuan looked at her own suitcase—which was no lighter than Jiang Baihe’s—and then at Jiang Yuanyuan’s completely different attitude toward them. She marveled in her heart: Sigh, being a beautiful female Alpha really is a crime!

Jiang Baihe could attract attention just by standing there silently. Unlike her, a poor Beta whom no girls offered to help. Thinking this, Tang Yuan remembered hearing on the bus that Jiang Baihe already had a partner, and she shook her head secretly. The filming days at this location were likely going to be quite “lively.”

The villa was scenic, and all the rooms had open balconies for enjoying the view. With a large crew and limited rooms, the actors were mostly paired off in twos to ensure personal space, while the staff shared rooms of four. Jiang Baihe and Xiao Xu entered their room and unpacked, then joined the team for lunch.

The afternoon was left for leisure; official filming would start tomorrow. Tang Yuan took the chance to drag Jiang Baihe and Pei Xingyi along with Director Song to explore the surroundings until they were all chased back by mosquitoes.

At night, after washing up, Jiang Baihe lay in bed scrolling through her phone as usual. Finally, she saw Yan Shu had replied to her message. She had messaged Yan Shu when she arrived at noon, but only now received a response. She couldn’t help but sigh and reply: Overtime again?

Little President Yan: Mm, just got home.

Thinking of Yan Shu, who lost track of time the moment she started working, Jiang Baihe shook her head. They were likely both workaholics—neither better than the other.

Noticing it was nearly midnight, Jiang Baihe didn’t want to take up any more of Yan Shu’s limited rest time, so she urged her to go to sleep.

Little President Yan: Okay. Stay safe.

Little President Yan: And… thank you for the flowers.

Seeing this, Jiang Baihe’s eyes curved into a smile: No need for thanks~ [Cat hug.jpg]

Putting down her phone, Jiang Baihe prepared to turn off the light at Xiao Xu’s reminder. She hugged the soft duvet, which smelled of sunlight, and couldn’t help but wonder if Yan Shu was feeling as unaccustomed to her absence as she was to Yan Shu’s.

Sigh. First day away from Little President Yan, and I already miss her, miss her, miss her.