Chapter 8: The Gentle Film Emperor and the Infamous Starlet

Green Fairy: “Agree with the comment above.”
Bala Bala: “Plus two for the comment above.”
Bala La: “What’s the use of being good-looking and having a great style if you’re just a terrible person with a rotten temper?”
Little Fairy: “Exactly, and I don’t even know if she’s just lazy or what—she makes my sister take care of her every day. There are only two girls here; why does she get to be so relaxed?”

As Su Tang stepped into the courtyard, everyone immediately came out to greet her.

Usually, Song Heqing was a very gentlemanly person. No matter how difficult the original owner was, he never showed any displeasure.

At this moment, he slowly descended the stairs. “Su Tang is here? Let me carry your luggage.”

Su Tang didn’t refuse and handed him the suitcase politely. “Thanks, Brother Song.” On variety shows, everyone called each other in a more intimate manner.

Everyone here had been invited to the last red carpet event, so after recording one episode, the filming had been temporarily paused. Now, the real filming was just beginning.

At this time, others came out as well. Chang Qinghua stood on the stairs, warmly greeting Su Tang, “Su Tang, you’re here! We just made some lemon tea. Come and have some.”

Wen Tian also ran out with a sweet smile, “Su Tang, you’re here! Come, come.” She waved invitingly, showing no trace of the arrogance she had displayed privately a few days ago.

Shen Lü, on the other hand, was a bit cold, only nodding politely to Su Tang from a distance.

Su Tang returned their greetings with equal politeness, then went straight to sit beside Wen Tian in the living room.

She looked at Wen Tian with concern. “Tian Tian, is your foot okay now?”

Wen Tian gritted her teeth inwardly. “Just a minor injury. It’ll be fine by the next day.”

Su Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. “I was so scared when I saw the news. You didn’t reply to my messages, and I thought it was something serious.” She looked at Wen Tian’s ankle with lingering worry.

Wen Tian clenched her fists silently, cursing Su Tang in her heart, but kept her expression calm as she spoke, “It’s my fault. I was too busy to check my phone, so I didn’t see your messages.”

She handed Su Tang a glass of lemon water. “Dear little sister, you wouldn’t be mad at me, would you? For the sake of this glass of lemon water, please forgive me.”

Su Tang squinted slightly. “It’s okay, Tian Tian. I’m used to it by now. It’s no big deal; don’t worry about it.”

Green Fairy: “Why do these two seem to have some kind of unspoken tension between them?”
Bala Bala: “That last conversation makes me a bit suspicious of Wen Tian…”
Little Fairy: “You’re the one who’s suspicious. Who doesn’t forget to check their phone when working?”

Black Fairy: “Looks like a Wen Tian fan is getting a little too worked up.”
Hulala: “Exactly! Can Wen Tian’s crazy fans say less? They just badmouthed the dress brand and now they’re coming here to stir things up? Mind your own words!”
Salty Egg Ultraman: “What’s there to argue about? Watching variety shows is just for fun. It’s pointless.”

In response, Wen Tian’s fans immediately started flooding the chat with barrage comments.

Everyone had arrived, and after preparing, the production team began assigning tasks.

Director: “We know you all must be tired from the journey, so we specially prepared some lemon water for you. No need to thank us.”

Chang Qinghua quickly added with a smile, “We weren’t really planning to thank you anyway.”

Wen Tian looked at the director with a playful smile. “Exactly! We actually made it ourselves. You only provided the mineral water and lemon slices, right?”