After Transmigrating as the Vicious Female Supporting Character, I Ran Away While Pregnant - Chapter 6

Mo Yueshuang’s acting possessed both innate talent and acquired insight, though she had never undergone systematic training; she followed a “wild path” of self-discovery on various film sets.

Years ago, Director Yan Bo told her: “If you don’t know how to act it, just think. Think that you are that person.” That single sentence by Director Yan allowed Mo Yueshuang to stumble upon a thorough understanding of method acting.

Her range was diverse. Over time, while other actors might experience a lack of inspiration or an inability to give a hundred percent, Mo Yueshuang didn’t. Over the years, whatever script she took, she became that character; it was etched into her bones and nailed into her soul.

Furthermore, Mo Yueshuang’s current appearance and temperament were quite similar to Di Xue’s. As long as she prepared in advance and completely mastered the character’s image, performing the role wouldn’t be difficult.

Yet, despite having such an advantageous opportunity, Mo Yueshuang hesitated to enter the character.

She spent several minutes building the mood, and even after entering the scene, her movements were somewhat stiff and unnatural, and her expression was awkward.

Director Wen sighed softly. He knew this scene was difficult, and it wasn’t easy for Mo Yueshuang to even get this far, but such acting couldn’t sustain the whole film. He feared this “good sprout” was about to be eliminated.

However, Li Sheng, standing to the side, was very patient. She waited for Mo Yueshuang to slowly reveal herself. She knew that the current Mo Yueshuang was still just Mo Yueshuang; she had entered the scene, but hadn’t found the true “feeling” yet.

It wasn’t until the part in the script where Di Xue helps her friend pull out the needles and various instruments one by one, finally gently holding her friend’s hand and saying, “Sorry, I’m late.”

As that last line fell, Li Sheng clearly saw a thirst for slaughter in Mo Yueshuang’s eyes. This was the true Di Xue.

“Good, very good.” Li Sheng’s praise was rare, but Mo Yueshuang’s performance was obvious to all. It was indeed excellent—better than every previous audition.

Though the beginning was flat, near the end, some timid staff members instinctively backed away a few steps, fearing “Di Xue” would pick up a scalpel and start carving up the onlookers.

The scene ended. Mo Yueshuang’s performance was brilliant. Wen Tingzong excitedly discussed finalizing the female lead with the assistant director, while other staff members shared their feelings of being oppressed by the actress’s aura just moments ago.

Only the joy in Li Sheng’s eyes gradually dimmed as she looked with concern at Mo Yueshuang, whose eyes were slightly red and whose expression remained suppressed and sorrowful.

She, it seemed, had not yet stepped out of the character.

Wen Tingzong brought the contract, intending to sign Mo Yueshuang right then and there. But the assistant director took a phone call and whispered a few words to him. Wen Tingzong slapped his thigh in frustration and soon told Mo Yueshuang apologetically: “Ms. Mo, your performance was wonderful. Our crew will consider it carefully. Please go back and wait for news.”

After Mo Yueshuang left, the director frantically dismissed irrelevant staff. Those remaining were the core members of the crew—people he trusted.

Naturally, Li Sheng, who was vital to the production, was also asked to stay.

Wen Tingzong slapped the table in anger, then pointed at Assistant Director Xue Songkang: “Old Kang, you tell her.”

Assistant Director Xue Songkang placed his phone on the table, his face full of difficulty and shame: “I don’t know how many people Mo Yueshuang has offended. In that short time just now, news came from Dayi Entertainment saying we must drop Mo Yueshuang.”

“The second young master of the Guan family also sent word, saying if we choose Mo Yueshuang, we shouldn’t expect a single cent of investment.”

“It’s not just that. A secretary from ‘above’ called personally, saying the actress Mo Yueshuang has poor character and will have a bad influence on the audience, especially minors. They told us not to consider Mo Yueshuang, otherwise, even if the film is finished, we can only take it international. Forget about a domestic release.”

Wen Tingzong took off his hat and scratched his still-thick black hair: “This Mo Yueshuang is something else. How did she manage to stir up trouble in every sector? It’s one thing for Dayi Entertainment to say a few words; they can’t threaten us anyway. But how did the second Guan brother get involved? And why has the higher-up started boycotting her?”

The entertainment industry is full of twists. Other things might be manageable—if they couldn’t get one investment, they could find another; the world is full of rich people.

But it had to be the second son of the Guan family. The Guan family background was formidable.

In F Province, there are four major families; the Guan family ranks second, a family that has made the top hundred on the global rich list.

At least one-third of the entertainment enterprises in F Province belong to the Guans. When the second Guan brother speaks, any smart person should carefully avoid the target.

At this point, let alone hiring Mo Yueshuang, just staying away from her was considered lucky.

Li Sheng had heard a little about this Guan family, and knew a thing or two about the useless second son. However, it wasn’t her turn to speak yet, nor did she feel like talking, so she sat quietly to the side and listened.

“What about the order from above?”

Li Sheng waited for a long time and found everyone was still immersed in the second Guan brother’s interference. She was waiting to take Ranran home for dinner and didn’t want to waste time with a group of men, so she simply asked.

Wen Tingzong’s thick brows twisted together as he said huffily: “Who knows what’s going on? Officials and businessmen are two sides of the same coin. Maybe the Guan family put in a word there too.”

“Surely not. A little girl from a mountain gully like Mo Yueshuang could offend our Second Prince Guan? Could it be that the second young master took a liking to her, couldn’t get her, and is now using dirty tricks?”

“Speaking of romance, the recent leaks about Mo Yueshuang’s private life are indeed quite messy. Publicly flirting and playing ambiguous with actors, secretly staying at love hotels with young idols. She’s playing quite hard.”

Everyone began to gossip, chatting and laughing to lighten the atmosphere, but their joy seemed built upon Mo Yueshuang’s baseless black materials, which didn’t sit well with Li Sheng.

“Director, I think highly of Mo Yueshuang. I won’t authorize anyone else for this role besides her. I’ll give you one week. If I don’t have a definitive answer in a week, I will leave directly.”

The three major artistic nations were all fighting to film this story. Li Sheng only chose to come here because of her unique feelings for Huaxia. But in truth, it didn’t matter if the drama was filmed or not; every plot point was a personal experience she had lived through in fear.

In her past life, she lived it with blood and flesh; in this life, she wrote it with her heart’s blood.

If the right person couldn’t be found, Li Sheng would rather it remain a memoir forever.

“Hey, don’t, don’t. We can talk. I’ll go and communicate properly.”

Wen Tingzong watched Li Sheng’s retreating figure and scratched his hair again. The second Guan brother was a useless lecher, and those rigid people above who only cared about money and not reason didn’t understand art, let alone how difficult it was to secure the rights to this drama.

Li Sheng left the set and called Guan Tai, telling him to bring Ranran over quickly.

While waiting for Guan Tai, Li Sheng kept thinking: was there something wrong with this world? But after much thought, she remembered this was a novel world and felt relieved.

Compared to the powers, monsters, mutations, and infections of her past life, some irrationalities in this world didn’t seem that irrational.

“Ms. Li.”

Li Sheng was lost in thought when a familiar voice came from her side. She turned and saw it was Mo Yueshuang.

“Ms. Mo, is something the matter?”

Mo Yueshuang shook her head: “Nothing. I ran into a friend after the audition and chatted nearby for a bit. I was just about to leave when I saw you.”

“Ms. Li, your car probably isn’t fixed yet. Why don’t I give you a ride back?”

“Thank you, but no need.” Li Sheng refused directly, not intending to accept Mo Yueshuang’s kindness, and even wanting to stay away from her.

Mo Yueshuang’s face maintained that same smile; she didn’t show the slightest displeasure at being rejected, appearing as gentle and calm as the blue flame on an eternal lamp.

Mo Yueshuang just stood beside Li Sheng. This area had been temporarily rented by the directing team for auditions, so there were no tourists or other crew members outside. No one paid them any attention as they stood there.

In this quiet place arranged by fate, neither Li Sheng nor Mo Yueshuang spoke another word.

Until ten minutes later, Guan Tai came jogging over holding Ranran’s hand. At the same time, Chen Yue stood at a distance holding a bag and shouted to Mo Yueshuang: “Boss, everything is ready! We can go.”

Only then did Mo Yueshuang politely bid Li Sheng farewell.

Watching Mo Yueshuang’s retreating figure, Li Sheng’s heart, which had been still for many years, trembled slightly.

Some joke that love at first sight stems from lust. Years later, when Li Sheng recalled this scene, she thought that on that day near dusk, the hazy, receding figure had indeed moved her heart.

However, this was just Li Sheng’s appreciation of beauty, not yet any form of colored emotion.

When Ranran got closer, Li Sheng noticed something was wrong. She immediately darkened her face and asked Guan Tai sternly: “What’s with the makeup on Ranran’s face?”

“I took Ranran to the set to play just now. She got the itch to act, so I found her a job as a little extra. She had a blast.”

Guan Tai smiled and gently pinched Ranran’s cheek: “Right, Ranran?”

“Mm-hmm! Mommy, Uncle Xiao Guan took Ranran to film.”

“Nonsense!” Li Sheng glared at Guan Tai, and the grinning Guan Tai immediately behaved.

“Li Sheng, don’t be so serious. The child is young and at a playful age. Weren’t we running all over the place when we were that big, wanting to play with anything new? Ranran is very good, but no matter how good, she’s still a child.”

“I don’t object to Ranran playing, but you should know better than I do what the quality of makeup for extras is like on a set. Of course I know Ranran is a child, and I also know she’s so young that her skin can’t handle the irritation of those things.”

“Furthermore, you brought her back without even cleaning the makeup off properly. Guan Tai, I’m saying you are being nonsensical.”

Guan Tai was scolded and knew he was in the wrong. He looked nervously at Li Sheng’s expression—phew, she was just a bit angry, not yet at the point of thunderous rage.

“I was wrong, I was wrong. Please, oh great one, forgive this lowly one this time. I’ll take Ranran to clean up the makeup immediately.”

Under Li Sheng’s supervision, Ranran’s little face was finally made clean.

…

After a busy day, they finally returned home. That night while Li Sheng was showering, the little one began secretly chatting with her “Chief Strategist” again.

By the time Li Sheng finished her shower and came out, Ranran was already asleep on her pillow, clutching the tablet.

Li Sheng adjusted her position and took the tablet away from Ranran’s bed. However, as she took it, she accidentally saw the screen wallpaper. The high-definition wallpaper was actually a movie still of Mo Yueshuang.

“Mo Yueshuang.”

The image of that person surfaced in Li Sheng’s mind; she and Ranran really looked remarkably alike.