“Eunuch Pang , I am here to assist you with your bath.”
Jiang Xingxing’s slender fingers trembled as they gently touched the shoulders of the chief eunuch, who immediately pulled her into his arms.
Jiang Xingxing turned pale with fear, her lips trembling uncontrollably. “Master, Master, please… please let me go.”
“What a lovely little thing,” the chief eunuch pinched her chin and laughed sharply. “Stick with me, and I guarantee you’ll enjoy endless glory and wealth.”
Jiang Xingxing hurriedly knelt down. “Eunuch Pang! I was wrong! Please forgive me, Eunuch Pang!”
…
“Cut!” Director Liu shouted loudly, chastising, “What’s with you, palace maid?”
Jiang Xingxing, puzzled, asked, “Director Liu, what did I do wrong?”
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The actor playing the eunuch steward was a middle-aged man in his forties. Jiang Xingxing didn’t have anything against him personally, but he portrayed the wily old eunuch so vividly that she almost felt nauseous when she touched his chest during the scene.
Afterward, she reflected on her attitude, thinking it was unprofessional. She resolved to get more into character and practice to perform the scene better.
During a break, Jiang Xingxing, worried about the man at home, decided to call him. Since he had already thrown away his phone, she had given him an old phone from home for daily communication.
“Mr. Shang, what are you doing right now?”
“Pull-ups.”
On the other end of the line, the man’s heavy breathing carried an inexplicable hint of sensuality. Jiang Xingxing blushed, imagining his muscular arms in motion.
This wild man—if he’s not doing push-ups, he’s doing pull-ups.
“Where are you doing pull-ups?”
“On your ceiling fan1Won’t the ceiling fan fall?.”
It took Jiang Xingxing two seconds to process that before her expression turned cold. “Where’s my kitchen knife?”
Then she heard a heavy thud, followed by the man’s voice growing calmer and the sound of a door opening.
“Your rooftop balcony is really big. I like it. How did you find such a nice place?”
Jiang Xingxing: …
Of course, only a rich guy would call someone’s rooftop storage area a “rooftop balcony.”
“The rent for these rooftop storerooms is cheap, and no one really comes up here, so it’s like my own little space.” Jiang Xingxing spoke with a hint of pride.
“Not bad. We can work out here together in the future.”
Without thinking, Jiang Xingxing responded, “Sure.”
On the other end of the phone, the man let out a soft, sexy chuckle. “So, did you call for something?”
“I just wanted to check if you’ve eaten.”
“No, I’m waiting for you to come home.”
“Oh dear, I’ll be home late. There’s some frozen food in the fridge. Heat it up and eat—don’t let yourself go hungry, you use up a lot of energy every day.”
Shang Jie heard the concern in her tone and couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his face.
Such a considerate and obedient woman.
…
After Jiang Xingxing hung up the phone, she sat under a willow tree in the palace courtyard, studying her script. Nearby, a few extras playing palace maids started chatting idly—
“Has the CEO of Shang Group, Mr. Shang, been found yet?”
“Nope, not a single trace. It’s like he vanished into thin air.”
“You don’t think something bad happened, do you?”
“Ugh, don’t jinx it!”
“Hey, that doctor’s report… about Shang Jie’s illness—do you know anything about it?”
At the mention of this topic, the group of young women became excited, huddling together to gossip in low voices—
“According to Baidu, it’s some kind of AI addiction—he has intense, cyclical, and continuous sexual urges. If these needs aren’t met, it causes him a lot of pain.”
“Oh my God, it’s hard to imagine. Shang Jie always seemed so cold and abstinent, but he has this kind of illness?”
“They say it’s a second personality, not his usual self. It’s a completely different man.”
“Doesn’t matter who he is—he’s still Shang Jie, the heir to the Shang Group. Gosh, if I could be the one to pick him up, that handsome and wealthy man with endless energy and needs—just thinking about it is thrilling.”
“Do you think if I met him and he did something naughty to me, he’d take responsibility and marry me into the Shang family as his young wife?”
“Oh, please, keep dreaming. There’s no way that kind of luck would come our way. Better focus on your acting; maybe you’ll get your big break someday.”
They noticed Jiang Xingxing edging closer, seemingly eavesdropping with serious interest, so they changed the subject—
“If we act well, maybe someday we’ll catch the eye of a famous director and get the lead role. But some people, no matter how hard they try, will always be stuck as extras.”
“Exactly, with that scar on her face, what kind of acting can she do? Might as well switch careers early.”
…
Jiang Xingxing had initially moved closer to overhear information about Shang Jie, but instead, the conversation shifted toward her.
These extras, who were all playing palace maids together, had never liked Jiang Xingxing. First, her acting skills far surpassed theirs, and she had been singled out by the director for a more substantial role with lines. This made them jealous, so they constantly mocked her scar.
But Jiang Xingxing wasn’t the type to be easily bullied. She immediately retorted, “If having nothing but a pretty face could land you the lead role, then it would only be in bad films. Such a lead actress will never be recognized by the audience or remembered by anyone.”
“Well, no matter what, even with acting skills, you’re still not playing the lead role, are you?”
Jiang Xingxing coolly replied, “At least I’ve landed a role with lines.”
One of the extras, named Song Xiaoxiao, suddenly stood up and pointed at Jiang Xingxing. “So what if you got a part with lines? You’ve got a scar on your face. Audiences won’t like you—they’ll see you as a freak, a clown. No one will ever like you, and you won’t even be able to find a boyfriend!”
Jiang Xingxing turned her back and, in a voice only she could hear, whispered, “The man you’re dreaming about likes my scar.”
Recalling what Shang Jie had mumbled in his half-asleep state last night, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction, completely uninterested in arguing with these women.
She had grand aspirations, while these chattering little sparrows only saw the patch of sky above their heads. They would never understand.
The director asked Jiang Xingxing to go back and really think about how to immerse herself in the character and seduce the chief eunuch with allure.
Jiang Xingxing had never played a seductive role before, so she needed to practice more.
She went to the production crew’s cafeteria to get her meal, and the guy at the counter had given her extra meat today to congratulate her on landing a speaking role.
Jiang Xingxing decided to test out her role on him, using a soft, coquettish voice: “Brother Zhao, could you give me an extra meal today? I want to take it back for a midnight snack.”
To her surprise, the guy blushed and shyly handed her two packed meals, sneaking shy glances at her and smiling bashfully—
“Oh wow, you’re so… naughty.”
Jiang Xingxing shivered slightly, immediately dropping the act. Satisfied with her meals, she left the film set.
Who said no one liked her? Plenty of people liked her, and there’d be even more in the future. The whole world would be enchanted by her!
…
The southern, mountainous city was particularly cool at night.
Jiang Xingxing took the elevator to the top floor, then climbed a few more steps to reach the rooftop.
Night had fallen. The man had dragged her old, dark-red sofa up to the rooftop. He was now wearing only a pair of black shorts, his upper body bare, every muscle on display was extremely strong.
He had his back to her, bent slightly as he lit a cigarette. His strong arm casually rested on the back of the sofa, legs crossed, as he gazed out at the neon-lit city night.
The golden retriever sat obediently by his side, watching him.
A few empty beer bottles lay scattered at his feet, leaning in various directions.
Looking at the scene, a strange phrase popped into Jiang Xingxing’s mind—
Wine Pond and Meat Forest
This was just too decadent and luxurious.
She, who hadn’t had a boyfriend for the first half of her life and had been single for 23 years, had somehow stumbled upon this muscular, enduring young man. He had a habit of walking around shirtless, as if deliberately showing off his toned body.
Jiang Xingxing, who had long accepted her status as an old maid destined never to marry, found it hard to resist his constant half-naked temptation.
Shang Jie, oblivious, sat down beside her, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his defined fingers.
Jiang Xingxing noticed his distant gaze. In his deep brown eyes, the entire city’s neon lights reflected like a dazzling galaxy.
She couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Shang, what are you thinking about?”
Shang Jie pulled his gaze back and bluntly replied, “Women.”
Jiang Xingxing was caught off guard. She’d thought he was contemplating some deep philosophical question, but this guy…
Recalling what she overheard from the group of extras earlier, she said, “Mr. Shang, stop joking. Someone like you could have any woman you want. Why would you need to sit here and think about it?”
Shang Jie suddenly turned to look at her.
Caught in his deep and captivating gaze, Jiang Xingxing’s breath hitched, and her heart began to race.
“What kind of woman can I get?,” he repeated slowly, leaning closer with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t care about anyone else. I just want you. Will you give yourself to me?”
Sansukini: Only women will pull other women down. Fortunately, our Xingxing is strong. And doesn’t it seem like she’s treating Shang Jie as her pet. Hehe. Because she lives in a rooftop and took in a cute guy, I suddenly remembered the korean drama rooftop prince.
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