The filming of Sweet Orange involved a scene where the supporting female character fell into the water.
A-Cheng had just learned that the man she had been secretly admiring, Wen Yiran, already liked someone else—her best friend, Lin Shu. Wanting to talk things over, A-Cheng invited Lin Shu to the riverside. If Lin Shu also liked Wen Yiran, A-Cheng was ready to step aside.
However, an unexpected incident occurred. Lin Shu, harboring some hostility toward A-Cheng, became agitated during the conversation. In the heat of their argument, Lin Shu accidentally fell into the water.
Without hesitation, A-Cheng jumped in and saved Lin Shu.
Once they were back onshore, Lin Shu’s close friend, Qiao Jia, falsely accused A-Cheng of pushing Lin Shu into the water out of jealousy.
Though the scene was only a few minutes long, it was challenging to perform.
Although Jiang Xingxing could swim, she disliked being in the water for two reasons: her constitution made her prone to colds, and her swimming skills were not particularly strong. To prepare for the role, Jiang Xingxing took swimming lessons, ensuring she could handle the scene.
The day was overcast, with no sunshine. A gentle breeze stirred the lush reeds by the campus lake.
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The camera focused on her face for a few seconds, capturing her emotions before slowly pulling back.
The girls began to argue near the lake, following the script’s progression. Lin Shu accidentally fell into the water, and Jiang Xingxing’s character jumped in to save her. Meanwhile, Qiao Jia screamed from the shore:
“Oh no! Jiang Xingxing pushed Lin Shu into the lake! Someone help—Jiang Xingxing’s trying to kill her!”
Qiao Jia was played by Song Xiaoxiao, who had previously lost the female lead.
“Help! Jiang Xingxing is killing someone!”
“Cut!”
The director shouted, glaring at Song Xiaoxiao. “Whose name did you just call?”
Realizing her mistake, Song Xiaoxiao sheepishly replied, “Oh no, Director! I got nervous and said the wrong name. It should’ve been A-Cheng, not Jiang Xingxing.”
The director frowned. “Do it again.”
Jiang Xingxing and Lin Shu went back into the water. Lin Shu flailed wildly while Jiang Xingxing grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the shore.
“Oh no! A-Cheng pushed Lin Shu into the lake! Everyone, come quick—A-Cheng is a murderer!”
“Stop, stop!” The director interrupted again. “What’s with the dramatic tone? No one shouts cute phrases while witnessing an accident! Do you even want to be an actor?”
“Yes, Director, I’m sorry! Please give me another chance!” Song Xiaoxiao apologized but showed no genuine remorse.
She glanced at Jiang Xingxing, soaked and shivering like a drowned rat, a smug smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Though it was summer, the overcast sky and breeze made the day chilly. Jiang Xingxing’s wet clothes clung to her body. She sneezed when the wind blew, her nose reddening.
Still, when the director called “action,” Jiang Xingxing immediately resumed her role, replicating the earlier scene.
Song Xiaoxiao called out again: “Oh no! A-Cheng pushed Lin Shu into the lake! Everyone, come quick—A-Cheng’s trying to kill her!”
Before finishing her line, she burst into laughter. “Oops, I can’t help it. I messed up again.”
Standing waist-deep in the water, Jiang Xingxing released Lin Shu’s hand, her patience wearing thin.
The scene was ruined once more.
“Sorry, Director! I couldn’t hold it in!” Song Xiaoxiao apologized again.
The director, now furious, shouted, “Can you act or not? If you’re not serious, I’ll replace you. There are plenty of actors who can take your place!”
“Director, I promise I’ll do it right this time! Please give me one last chance!”
“This is your final chance. Mess up again, and you’re out!”
Jiang Xingxing sneezed repeatedly. When a crew member offered her a coat, she declined. “Let’s finish the scene. Don’t delay the schedule.”
She stepped back into the water. This time, Song Xiaoxiao didn’t mess up, likely deterred by the director’s anger. This is her first appearance. If she is really removed, the gain outweighs the loss.
A commotion by the lake drew onlookers as A-Cheng, drenched, pulled Lin Shu ashore and took out her phone to call emergency services.
Lin Shu did not swallow any water but was thoroughly shaken, trembling so much that she could barely stand.
Meanwhile, Qiao Jia, played by Song Xiaoxiao, loudly exclaimed, “Come and see! This ugly pig isn’t just hideous but wicked too. She found out Wen Yiran likes Lin Shu, so she pushed her into the lake, trying to kill her!”
A-Cheng didn’t defend herself. Instead, she asked Lin Shu with concern, “Are you okay?”
Lin Shu didn’t respond, maintaining her frail, victim-like demeanor.
At that moment, Wen Yiran arrived in a hurry. He pushed A-Cheng aside and shielded Lin Shu, anxiously asking, “Are you alright? How did you fall in? You can’t swim—what if something serious happened?”
Lin Shu looked pitiful, her eyes red as she murmured, “Yiran…”
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” Wen Yiran said, removing his jacket and draping it over Lin Shu’s shoulders. “Are you cold?”
“As long as you’re here, I’m not cold,” she replied softly.
No one paid attention to A-Cheng, who was also soaking wet.
“How did you fall in?” Wen Yiran asked.
Lin Shu looked at A-Cheng and said gently, “We had a disagreement, and A-Cheng lost her temper. I’m sure she didn’t mean it…”
These words made Wen Yiran’s gaze toward A-Cheng turn disdainful and filled with contempt.
Hearing Lin Shu’s accusation, A-Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could Lin Shu, usually so kind, lie so blatantly?
“Lin Shu, you fell into the lake yourself! I saved you! How can you say that?”
Leaning against Wen Yiran’s shoulder, Lin Shu whispered, “Maybe I did fall accidentally. Let’s drop it. It’s not A-Cheng’s fault—she even saved me.”
“I didn’t push her! I didn’t!”
Faced with the crowd’s accusatory stares, A-Cheng began to tremble.
Jiang Xingxing portrayed A-Cheng’s anger and despair flawlessly, as if the character’s emotions were her own. Compared to her, the performances of Wen Yiran and Lin Shu seemed lackluster.
Throughout the scene, A-Cheng was the most vivid character, carrying the entire scene.
Just then, Xia Jie rushed over, hastily removing his jacket and placing it over A-Cheng’s shoulders.
“Xia Jie…”
Xia Jie glared at everyone fiercely. “Move aside.”
He led A-Cheng away.
Wen Yiran called after them, “Doesn’t she need to apologize for pushing someone into the lake?”
Xia Jie shouted angrily, “Apologize to your damn uncle!”
…
Even under the weight of everyone’s suspicion, A-Cheng didn’t shed a tear. But later, when Xia Jie comforted her and tried to cheer her up, Jiang Xingxing, deeply immersed in the role, finally broke down and cried.
This scene marked a turning point in A-Cheng’s emotional journey. From that day on, she no longer harbored feelings for Wen Yiran.
A-Cheng’s emotional reactions were pivotal in this scene.
Jiang Xingxing did not disappoint the director, delivering a flawless performance.
However, after filming, Jiang Xingxing inevitably caught a cold. The production team gave her a few days off to rest and recover.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, Shang Jie had just concluded an official trade conference when he heard about Jiang Xingxing’s illness. Without hesitation, he canceled subsequent meetings and headed straight to the airport.
On the way, he asked Lin Chuan, “She’s always been healthy. How did she suddenly catch a cold?”
Lin Chuan, ever diligent, investigated the matter. Before Shang Jie boarded the plane, he reported back: “The crew mentioned she filmed a scene involving falling into the water. She likely caught a chill then.”
Shang Jie nodded, asking no further questions. Lin Chuan hesitated before adding, “There was a small incident on set. A supporting actress reportedly caused multiple retakes. Some crew members speculate it might have been deliberate—this actress isn’t on good terms with Madam.”
The air around Shang Jie seemed to drop a few degrees, his expression turning icy.
Lin Chuan glanced nervously at him. “Of course, it’s just speculation. There’s no concrete evidence.”
Shang Jie remained silent. Lin Chuan thought he might let it go, but shortly after, Shang Jie said coldly, “If she can’t act, make sure she never acts again.”
Lin Chuan shuddered and immediately replied, “Understood. I’ll handle it right away.”
Jiang Xingxing had no idea that her resourceful husband, with just a flick of his finger, had plucked away a thorn in her side.
While recuperating at home over the past few days, she slept deeply and dreamily, barely aware of time. Ming Jin and Jiang Zhi had visited once to bring her medicine.
However, her condition showed no signs of improvement and seemed to worsen instead.
A sharp knock on the door broke the stillness—bang, bang, bang. Jiang Xingxing shuffled heavily toward the door, muttering as she opened it, “Coming, coming! Stop knocking! You’re going to break the door.”
A man stood at the threshold, panting, his chest heaving with exertion. His face was as dark and stormy as the overcast sky outside.
“Oh.”
When did this man come back?
Shang Jie had rushed straight from the airport as soon as he landed, not even bothering to change his clothes. He still wore his neatly tailored gray suit and tie, exuding an air of refined professionalism.
“You’re back? What day is it today? Weren’t you supposed to be gone for half a month? How many days have I been sleeping?”
Great. She didn’t even know how long she had been sick. Shang Jie’s expression darkened further.
He wanted to scold her but couldn’t bring himself to.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes swollen from oversleeping, and her nose red, with two crumpled tissues stuffed into her nostrils.
She looked pitiful.
His heart softened as he cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature.
“You’ve got a bit of a fever. You need medicine.”
“Mm…”
As she looked at his handsome face up close, Jiang Xingxing’s cheeks burned even hotter.
So handsome.
She closed her eyes and leaned in impulsively, only to have Shang Jie suddenly pull the tissues from her nose.
“Whoosh”—her runny nose dripped out.
Jiang Xingxing: …
Curse you!
Couldn’t she just be a beautiful little fairy for once?
Shang Jie had already turned toward the kitchen to boil water for her medicine.
“You were sick and didn’t even tell me,” he said, his voice low and chilling. “What do you take me for?”
Jiang Xingxing nervously fiddled with the hem of her nightgown, watching him warily. “I saw you on the news just yesterday morning. You were at some international trade conference. I figured you must be really busy…”
Shang Jie returned with a steaming bowl of medicine. When Jiang Xingxing reached out for it, he didn’t hand it over. Instead, he said flatly, “Open your mouth.”
Jiang Xingxing obediently opened her mouth and drank the medicine directly from his hand.
“Mm, hot…”
Shang Jie gently blew on the surface of the medicine and, once it cooled slightly, said, “Drink it while it’s warm.”
She dutifully finished the medicine, her clear eyes fixated on him.
“You came back so suddenly. Are you done with everything?”
“Everything’s done.”
“Huh? The news said the conference would last several more days. How come you’re back so soon?”
“No reason.”
“Could it be… you missed me too much and came back early?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Xingxing wisely shut her mouth.
After taking the medicine, Shang Jie guided her to the bed. “Sleep for a while. If you’re not better when you wake up, we’re going to the hospital.”
Jiang Xingxing obediently climbed into bed, pulling the blanket up snugly, leaving only her big, curious eyes peeking out.
“So… did you come back just for me?”
Shang Jie pinched her delicate nose and said expressionlessly, “You’re overthinking it.”
“I don’t think so,” she countered.
He tucked the blanket around her carefully and commanded, “Close your eyes. Sleep.”
But Jiang Xingxing was reluctant to close her eyes. She gazed at his chiseled features, her heart softening. “Do you… like me just a little?”
Shang Jie wasn’t used to admitting such feelings, especially when faced with such direct questions. He turned his face slightly, awkwardly replying, “No…”
“Really? Not even a little? Then why do you care about me so much?”
“You’re my wife. Taking care of you is my responsibility.”
“Not even a tiny bit?”
Shang Jie rarely admitted his emotions, always keeping things ambiguous—a skill honed in the business world.
“But I like you,” she whispered as her voice faded into drowsiness. “If you like me, even just a little, you have to tell me.”
Once he confirmed she was asleep, Shang Jie climbed into bed as well. He gently moved her head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she slept.
Earlier, he had denied liking her even a little. In truth, he didn’t like her just a little—he liked her very much.
Shang Jie, too, was exhausted. The past few days had been draining, and he hadn’t adjusted to the time difference. Soon, he drifted off as well.
Later, he was awakened by the girl in his arms.
Jiang Xingxing, still with her eyes shut, was gripping his index finger tightly, her palm burning with fevered warmth and damp with sweat.
“Don’t be scared! Please don’t be scared!” Jiang Xingxing gripped him tightly, as if trapped in a nightmare.
Her brows were furrowed, her forehead glistening with sweat, and her expression was filled with panic. “I’ll get you out. Don’t be afraid.”
Shang Jie gently patted her face. “Xingxing.”
The moment his hand touched her skin, he realized something was wrong—she had a high fever!
Shang Jie leapt out of bed, grabbed his suit jacket, draped it over her, and scooped her up, racing downstairs.
Jiang Xingxing’s awareness began to return, though her head was still fuzzy. Looking up, she saw his sharply defined neck and a jawline adorned with a faint stubble.
Reaching out weakly, she touched his Adam’s apple and muttered, “Haven’t you had enough?”
“Hold on; we’re almost there,” Shang Jie said as he sprinted toward the nearest hospital with her in his arms.
Bounced uncomfortably in his grasp, Jiang Xingxing grumbled, “Husband, I feel awful. Stop messing with me.”
Shang Jie: …
So this is what she thought he was doing?
“You’re such a brute,” she muttered again. “Even when I’m sick, you won’t let me rest. If I die, will you… take advantage of me while I’m still warm?1LMAO!“
If not for the fact that she was burning up, he might have seriously considered dropping her right there.
“Shut up.”
“Mm…”
The hospital was less than a kilometer away. Shang Jie rushed into the outpatient clinic. “Doctor, please look at her right away!”
Several nurses came over and helped Jiang Xingxing onto a hospital bed. Her fever wasn’t subsiding and required an immediate injection to reduce it.
As the commotion settled, Jiang Xingxing became more alert. Seeing the sharp needle in the doctor’s hand, she shrank back toward the head of the bed in terror. “Oh no! No needles!”
Shang Jie tried to soothe her. “You won’t get better without the shot.”
Jiang Xingxing, unwilling even to look at the long needle, clung desperately to his sleeve, pleading, “I’m scared! I hate needles!”
Shang Jie struggled to understand her fear of needles but kept his patience. “If you don’t take the shot, your brain could get damaged by the fever, and you’d become… retarded.”
He patted her head. “You’re already not very bright, so better lower the fever early.”
The doctor: …
Excuse me, but how did you even win her over?
“I’m so scared!”
“It’s really not that painful. It’s like a tiny ant bite.”
“I don’t believe you!”
Her eyes were wide with terror as she struggled to keep the doctor at bay, even shedding tears. “I hate shots! Shang Jie, I’m begging you!”
“It really doesn’t hurt. If you keep this up…”
The female doctor sighed. “Sir, just comfort your wife a bit.”
Comforting women wasn’t exactly Shang Jie’s forte. After some thought, he said, “I brought you a Hermès limited-edition handbag from my trip. Let’s go home and look at it after your shot, okay?”
The doctor: …
Since when do handbags cure everything?
Shang Jie gently pulled her hand, but Jiang Xingxing clung to his neck like an octopus.
“Ow! It hurts!”
Shang Jie sighed. “The shot hasn’t even started yet.”
“Ah! Pain, pain, pain!”
“Stop crying wolf,” Shang Jie said, patting her gently. “Weren’t we planning to see a movie together? What’s good in theaters now?”
Through her shaky voice, Jiang Xingxing replied, “There’s… a Marvel movie. I want to watch it.”
“Okay. Once you’re better, we’ll go.”
As he spoke, he gently slid down the waistband of her pants, exposing a small patch of pale skin, and signaled to the doctor.
The cold alcohol swab touched her skin. Jiang Xingxing looked up at Shang Jie, exasperated. “So, after all that drama, you’re really not going to kiss me?”
Shang Jie: …
If a kiss could solve this, then it wasn’t much of a problem.
He leaned down and gently kissed her.
Blushing slightly, his ears turned red as he wondered at how peculiar women could be.
The doctor administered the shot and smiled. “All done. Rest for a bit now. Sir, come with me to settle the prescription and fees.”
Jiang Xingxing tugged at his sleeve, her eyes full of attachment.
Shang Jie ruffled her hair. “Get some rest.”
After he left, a nurse tidied up the tray and helped Jiang Xingxing lie down. Envious, she remarked, “Your husband treats you so well! And he’s so handsome. You’re really lucky.”
Jiang Xingxing lay down obediently, feeling both clear-headed and a bit self-conscious about her earlier antics. “He’s a bit reserved, so I like teasing him. Sorry you had to see that.”
The nurse smiled. “That’s normal. We see all kinds here. Your husband’s love for you is obvious; many others aren’t nearly as caring.”
Jiang Xingxing reflected silently. Was this what it meant to be spoiled by love? She realized she had indeed been leaning into his indulgence quite heavily.
When Shang Jie returned, he busied himself preparing medicine and warm water for her. She watched him moving back and forth, her bright eyes trailing after him.
“Is this the first time you’ve taken care of someone, Mr. Shang?”
After thinking it over, he nodded. “Yes.”
“Wow, I’m honored.”
Shang Jie handed her the cup, a few white pills resting in his palm, some of which were bitter chewable tablets. “Take them.”
Jiang Xingxing sniffed the pills and wrinkled her nose. “Bitter.”
“No medicine tastes good. Open up.”
Pinching her nose, Jiang Xingxing licked the pills from his palm. The warmth of her tongue left a cool, tingling trace on his hand, making his heart itch.
Squinting, she grimaced as she chewed the bitter tablets. “Water! Quick! It’s so bitter!”
“It’s not that bad,” Shang Jie said as he handed her the water. “It’s just medicine.”
“It’s really bitter!” Jiang Xingxing opened her mouth wide. “Ah, so bitter!”
Prepared, Shang Jie pulled a candy bar from his bag, unwrapped it, and held it out to her. “Reward.”
“Wow,” Jiang Xingxing exclaimed with delight, reaching for it—only for him to pop it into his own mouth, his cheek bulging slightly.
She glared at him. “Is messing with me that fun?”
“Yes, it’s fun” Shang Jie said, smirking slightly as he leaned closer, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her deeply, passing the sweet taste to her.
“Now this is your reward.”
Sansukini: Aww so sweet.
I’ve been watching so many Chinese vertical dramas these days. These are short dramas, usually 1 to 3 hours long. And so much of it are a little bit frustrating, especially when you have an FL who’s a simp or very easy to bully, and a husband who lets others bully his wife. I think it’s unacceptable. That’s why I enjoy reading better than watching sometimes. The men on novels are more reasonable and pampering.
I like Shang Jie 1 and 2 very much! I think this is only the second cnovel that I’ve read where the ML has multiple personality. The other one was an 80’s with space transmigration.
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This man oh !
We like his kind 🤭