“Well? Did you know that I was also a woman from a respectable family, yet now I’ve been reduced to a maid that serves you?” A wretched smile formed on Shen Weiwei’s face. “Now that it has come to this, it wouldn’t hurt to tell you the truth. You may not know about my background. Let me tell you, my real name is Chen Yunwan. I am the daughter of Chen Shuhuai, whose entire family was accused and slaughtered by your father thirteen years ago. I escaped from the clutches of death and as fate would have it, I ended up being sold to your family to become your maid!”Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com
“I...”
“I planned everything, including every encounter between you and Xi Chen.”
“Xi Chen?”
Shen Weiwei held up the bowl of porridge, “Yes, Xi Chen told me to come today as well.”
Ji Qingqing’s horrified gaze was fixed on the bowl of porridge, and she shook her head profusely. “No... That’s impossible. He wouldn’t...”
“Just drink it. None of your kins are alive anyway, and you are left alone... I’m also doing you a favor.”
The bowl of porridge had already arrived at Ji Qingqing’s mouth. Shen Weiwei grabbed her chin, ready to pour it down her throat.
Ji Qingqing instinctively resisted and the bowl of porridge in Shen Weiwei’s hand suddenly poured onto her chest.
“Ahhh——”
Shen Weiwei glanced over at Ji Qingqing resentfully. She then turned towards Director Zhou and apologized softly. “Sorry Director, it was my fault.”
“Your fault. Of course, it’s your fault. How can you not hold on to a bowl of porridge?”
“I’ll promise to act my best this time. Please don’t be mad. Let’s film again. It will definitely pass this time!”
Director Zhou looked at her and relented. “Another time! Every department, get ready... Action!”
The two of them got into their role quickly. After reciting the lines that they’ve memorized by heart by now, Shen Weiwei delivered the porridge next to Ji Qingqing’s mouth.
“Just drink it. None of your kins are alive anyway, and you are left alone... I’m also doing you a favor.”
Next second——
“Cut!” Director Zhou’s face darkened. He looked around the table to search for something that he could smash but couldn’t find anything. Consequently, he snatched the script from the Assistant Director next to him and threw it onto the floor. “Shen Weiwei, what is wrong with you? You cannot hold it properly? Should I go find a substitute to hold the porridge for you?”
Lowering her head, Shen Weiwei stood there and listened to Director Zhou’s scolding helplessly. After a long time, she finally had the chance to apologize. “Sorry Director Zhou.”
It was only a bowl of porridge. How could it not be held properly? The first time could be forgiven, but how could the same mistake be made the second, third time?
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