Chapter 110: I'm Sure
Rong Yu instantly shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No, no, no, let's forget about that. I'll just act it out directly when the time comes."
Seeing him so resistant, Yin Chengjue couldn't resist teasing him a little. "How can that do? An actor must have professional ethics and present the best possible performance for the audience. If you practice acting it out in front of me now, you'll have fewer NGs when you get to the set. Isn't that better?"
Rong Yu refused without a second thought and stated seriously that he did not have such strange hobbies. He suggested they drop the subject, as wearing those clothes for a role was a work requirement, but wearing them normally would be a matter of peculiar taste.
Rong Yu rarely refused Yin Chengjue anything. Now, seeing that Rong Yu disliked it so much, Yin Chengjue didn't press the matter.
Rong Yu hurriedly found some clothes and went to take a shower, seemingly trying hard to forget the conversation.
Yin Chengjue watched him run into the bathroom and close the frosted glass door. He smiled, shook his head, picked up "The Chase" script again, and continued reading.
In the story, after being intensely persuaded by the male lead, the villain reluctantly put on women's clothing.
According to the plot, once the male lead and the villain were dressed as women, they transformed into two exceptionally beautiful ladies. As they walked down the street, passersby constantly turned to stare—some were so captivated that they walked straight into lampposts.
The advantage of their disguise was that they applied for positions as hostesses at a nightclub and were successfully hired.
Since they could not use their real identification, they lied to the HR manager, claiming their bags—containing their IDs—had been stolen on a train and that their documents were still being replaced. The HR manager, mesmerized by their stunning appearance and considering the important guests who needed entertaining that night, made an exception and allowed them to work temporarily.
These so-called important guests included one of the male lead's targets—the leader of the human trafficking ring they had been investigating.
Consequently, the iconic seduction scene began.
Wait? What iconic scene?
"Brother!" Rong Yu's voice called out right at that moment, "Can you get my towel from my bag for me? There aren't any towels in here!"
Yin Chengjue swiftly crumpled the script into a ball and threw it into the trash can!
To hell with this cross-dressing seduction!
"Coming," Yin Chengjue replied, his voice calm as if nothing had just happened.
After that, it was Yin Chengjue's turn to shower, Rong Yu searched around for the script he had left on the bed but couldn't find it. Puzzled, he spotted the crumpled ball in the trash can.
Rong Yu scratched his head, suddenly feeling a bit guilty.
He just didn't want to wear women's clothing in front of Yin Chengjue for reasons he found hard to explain, but he didn't expect Yin Chengjue to be so accommodating as to actually throw the script away.
Was this his way of not wanting Rong Yu to do things he disliked?
Actually, Rong Yu wasn't picky. Having just entered the industry, he never thought about being choosy with scripts, he let the scripts choose him. It was rare for a director to take notice and want him to play the villain, so how could he refuse?
Moreover, this was a script personally selected by Sally, so its quality was undoubtedly good. Turning it down would be hard to explain to her as well.
Rong Yu quietly retrieved the script from the bin, smoothed out the wrinkles, glanced at the bathroom door to confirm Yin Chengjue wasn't out yet, wrapped the script up, and stuffed it into his own bag. He then replaced the trash bag and took the dirty one out for disposal. That way, if Yin Chengjue asked, he could say the old butler had sent a servant to collect it.
Just as he finished doing all this, Yin Chengjue came out.
Fresh out of the shower, Yin Chengjue was dressed in a set of black silk pajamas, the kind tied closed with a waist belt. It was hard to tell if it was intentional or not, but he had tied the belt loosely, causing the front of the pajamas to hang open and reveal a large expanse of his pale, snow-white skin.
Yin Chengjue was naturally fair-skinned. This, combined with his perfectly tailored suits and hair slicked back with gel, gave him an undeniably elite aura.
If he added a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to the mix, he would perfectly fit the image of the "refined and scholarly scoundrel" type.
In short, he absolutely did not fit wild, rugged descriptors like "muscular hunk."
However, once he shed that fitted suit and revealed his broad pectoral muscles, eight well-defined and symmetrical abs, and the deep grooves of his V-line tapering down, the word "refined" simply no longer applied.
And today, these loosely worn pajamas perfectly demonstrated the appeal of being subtly revealing.
Especially as Yin Chengjue lazily toweled his hair while striding over on his long legs. The loosely tied pajamas parted with the movement of his powerful, sturdy legs, making Rong Yu's gaze drift uncontrollably into that opening...
Rong Yu stared, transfixed, practically on the verge of pouncing for a closer look.
Yin Chengjue: "What are you suddenly pouncing for?"
Oh no! I actually pounced!
Rong Yu was annoyed at his own impulsiveness, while simultaneously unable to resist taking the opportunity to feel the pectoral muscles so boldly on display...
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