Chapter 23: Day 23 of Transmigrating into an Object Part 2

As the candles dimmed, two silhouettes—one old, one young—were cast upon the bed curtains. The camera slowly pulled back, resting on the smoking incense burner.

“Cut! Good! Well done!”

Director Chen’s shout of “Cut!” instantly released the breath held by everyone on set. They could finally move normally. The film crew, which had been so silent one could hear a pin drop, immediately became lively, filled with the sounds of talking and movement.

Teacher Huang draped the military coat handed by his assistant over himself while loudly praising Jiang Shiyang’s performance.

“Little Jiang, that was wonderful! That blush was incredibly well done, even more brilliant than that previous water scene.”

Jiang Shiyang pressed a hand to her chest, which felt like she could barely breathe, and casually brushed off Teacher Huang’s words while her eyes scanned the area for that scoundrel Shen Wenyi!

How could her face not be red? Shen Wenyi had almost suffocated her! How could it not be red?!

What the hell was Shen Wenyi doing? They were filming, so why did she keep pressing against her chest?

While she was performing the scene opposite Teacher Huang over here, Shen Wenyi was behind the pillar pressing her chest. At that moment, she almost thought she was going to drop dead on the spot!

Half of her soul was forced to cling desperately to Shen Wenyi, while the other half had to madly put on a great performance? What kind of human tragedy was this?!

If she had known, she would have waited until after filming to use the Soul Splitting Talisman!

Damn it, Shen Wenyi, didn’t you notice you were deforming yourself by pressing like that? You were deformed, and since I was being worn by you inside, wouldn’t I be deformed too?!

I know you wanted to express the Princess’s complex feelings of love and hate intertwined, but please also consider the feelings of your underwear, me.

Damn, I’ve been completely steeped in your scent. Even now, drinking water, my nose still feels filled with a milky scent, the kind of milky scent that comes from hair fragrance.

It’s killing me!

Jiang Shiyang had never been so speechless in her life. That sensation of being pressed so close—it was impossible to shake off. Even though Shen Wenyi wasn’t pressing against her chest now, as long as the underwear was still being worn and the Soul Splitting Talisman’s duration hadn’t expired, she would continue to feel this sensation, though it was slightly more bearable than when the pressure was directly applied.

Director Chen watched the playback. As if possessed, he loudly praised her performance, saying it was indeed better than the water scene. Although the water scene was also good, it just didn’t have the feeling this scene had. It was… even Director Chen couldn’t quite put that feeling into words.

Someone nearby summarized it: “It’s that kind of feeling—originally, the seduction was in her bones, but now it’s in her soul. One glance makes your lower abdomen tighten involuntarily. It’s incredibly evocative!”

Director Chen gave a thumbs-up: “Exactly! That sums it up perfectly. The water scene earlier was aesthetically pleasing and very tense, but this one just makes you feel tight. That’s it exactly.”

Someone else, not sure who, added, “Why not reshoot the water scene? Capture it with this kind of feeling?”

She: “………………”

Thanks a lot, thanks to your whole damn family!

Director Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, “Both feelings are actually quite good. The water scene comes first, and this one later. It has a sense of progressive layering. That’s also an excellent form of artistic expression and can convey the change in Nangong Wanwan’s feelings. No need to reshoot.”

Director Chen, you’re the best!!!

Having dodged a bullet, she continued drinking water, her gaze like tiny daggers continuously stabbing at Shen Wenyi, who was watching the playback with Director Chen not far away.

Don’t keep bending over like that! Don’t you know what size you are? The weight is making my face hurt.

Little Xie looked at her in confusion: “Teacher Jiang, is the water too hot? I can add some cold water for you?”

She pursed her lips and said quietly, “It’s not hot. No need.”

Little Xie added, “Then why aren’t you opening your mouth to drink water?”

She: ………………

I want to cry. It’s so unfair.

Dare I open my mouth? I’m currently sharing senses with the underwear. If I open my mouth, I always feel like something is going to slip into my mouth, and I’m afraid I might accidentally bite it off.

I know it’s all an illusion, but that sensation of a skittle brushing against my mouth is too real. I’m scared.

Wuwu, I’ve never felt so stifled in my life.

She was truly in a living hell right now, her nose full of the scent of milk, yet she didn’t dare open her mouth. That crappy System-developed item was practically a crime against humanity!

A cool hand touched her forehead. Little Xie looked at her with a worried expression.

“Teacher Jiang, your face is so hot. It’s been flushed and red since that scene earlier. Could you be running a fever?”

This isn’t a fever, kid, what the hell do you know?!

She brushed Little Xie’s hand away and said listlessly, “I don’t have a fever. Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to open my mouth.”

Little Xie said worriedly, “I’ll go ask Director Chen if it’s approved. If so, we’ll head back to the hotel to rest.”

She nodded, then immediately shook her head.

“No need. Don’t ask. I’m waiting for Shen Wenyi. If she doesn’t leave, I won’t leave either.”

The mission required 8 consecutive hours together. How long had it been so far? She had already used the Soul Splitting Talisman, there was no turning back. Even if it killed her, she had to wait here for Shen Wenyi.

Director Chen finally finished his review over there and gave her a distant “OK” sign. She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her still-burning face, got up, and wandered over to Shen Wenyi’s side to remind her to film her last scene quickly; she was waiting.

Shen Wenyi took off her down jacket and was about to go on set to film. She turned her eyes to glance at her.

“What are you waiting for me for?”

That was not a fair thing to say.

She replied, “Didn’t we agree? We’re watching a movie together tonight.”

Shen Wenyi said, “Who agreed with you? Did I say yes?”

Tsk.

She said, “Shen Wenyi, you better think carefully before you speak. When I was unconscious, I wasn’t completely unaware of everything.”

Shen Wenyi gave a light laugh, showing none of her earlier embarrassment. She said nonchalantly, “Oh really? Why don’t you tell me what exactly you found out while you were unconscious?”

“I…”

She glanced left and right, then leaned close to Shen Wenyi’s ear and whispered, “I know you secretly kissed me.”

Shen Wenyi’s eyelid twitched slightly, but no emotion leaked onto her face. She still looked at her, calm and composed.

Shen Wenyi said, “I don’t know if you were lucid while unconscious, but you were definitely dreaming.”

She retorted, “Let me tell you, you can deny it, but whether you did it or not, you know, and I know. We both know in our hearts.”

Shen Wenyi’s hands, hidden in the wide palace sleeves, clenched slightly. Suddenly lowering her voice, she smiled faintly at her: “So you’re a homosexual.”

Huh?? What?!!!!

She’d seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless! Who accuses someone else first like that? Clearly, you’re the homosexual!

Shen Wenyi straightened her back. Though she was shorter than her, the way she looked up with her chin raised made her seem so high and mighty, as if everything Shen Wenyi said was right, and everyone else’s was wrong.

Shen Wenyi said, “Alright, stop letting your imagination run wild. You were just unable to distinguish dreams from reality when you were unconscious. I won’t tell anyone about this, but you also need to remember your identity. You’re a public figure, your sexual orientation can’t be messed with casually. Not even as a joke. Beware of eavesdroppers.”

You were the one who brought it up first, how are you blaming me?

“Shen Wenyi, tonight…”

“I’m not free.”

“Shen Wenyi!”

Shen Wenyi had already gone on set to start work. She stood outside the set, watching Shen Wenyi, her hatred making her teeth itch.

She really couldn’t understand why Shen Wenyi had to refuse her so insistently. Before, when they were at daggers drawn, things were far worse than they were now. They practically avoided each other like plague. But back then, even if she rarely asked, when she did invite Shen Wenyi out, Shen Wenyi would still come.

Why now, when their relationship had slightly thawed, did Shen Wenyi ignore her even more?

No, she had to make this invitation work. She had already used the Time-Limited Soul Splitting Talisman, there was no turning back!

While Shen Wenyi went to film, she sat on a folding chair, wrapped in her down jacket, hands tucked in her sleeves, waiting. She watched Shen Wenyi film without blinking.

This scene of Shen Wenyi’s took place before leaving Weiyang Palace, a heartfelt conversation scene with Zhang Yang. It was a scene from much later in the story. Filming wasn’t done in chronological order of the movie but was arranged according to the shooting schedule. It was common to film the very last scene on the first day and the first scene on the last day.

Hugging her warm water cup, she watched Shen Wenyi cry pitifully in Zhang Yang’s arms. Thinking about how Shen Wenyi had just presented that noble, untouchable demeanor in front of her, she snorted a “humph” through her nose.

As sharp as ever, Little Xie immediately asked, “Teacher, what’s wrong? Are your sinuses clogged?”

She said, “It’s not my nose that’s clogged, it’s my heart.”

“Huh?”

Little Xie was completely baffled.

Zhang Yang ultimately lacked Shen Wenyi’s experience. The emotion just wasn’t there, and it took over a dozen NGs before the shot barely passed. Jiang Shiyang glanced at her phone. It was ten minutes to ten, a bit later than estimated.

Oh well. She had checked the nearby cinemas; there was still a show at ten fifty. She had already booked the tickets; they should be able to make it.

Under everyone’s astonished gazes, she ran even faster than Little He, intercepting Shen Wenyi right as she entered the makeup room. She handed her makeup remover oil, a towel—never had she been so attentive.

Little He watched her with full-body alertness, as if she expected her to scoop up her Teacher Shen and bolt at any moment.

Shen Wenyi ignored her. She accepted whatever help Jiang Shiyang offered. After removing her makeup and changing clothes, Jiang Shiyang eagerly helped carry her bag.

Shen Wenyi still didn’t acknowledge her, walking straight to her own car. Jiang Shiyang could only step on the car’s running board, half her body leaning inside, reasoning in a conciliatory tone.

“Look, I waited for you for so long. Just do me the honor, okay? I already booked the tickets.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why must I go see a movie with you? Give me a reasonable explanation, and I might consider it.”