novelaction Chapter 956 Don't Test My Patience
Chapter 956 Don't Test My Patience
Jiang Chengyu skillfully maneuvered the tense situation on set, finally turning the tide.
Teng Zijing led him back to the top-floor office. Jiang Chengyu had just sat down on the sofa and removed his veil when...
As he reached for the teapot on the coffee table, Teng Zijing suddenly pounced on him like a gust of wind.
Caught off guard, Jiang Chengyu was firmly pressed into the sofa, his back sinking into the soft cushions.
"Teng Zijing, what are you doing?" He frowned and shoved him. "I just helped you out of a predicament, and this is how you treat your benefactor?"
Teng Zijing lay on top of him, a mischievous smile on his face, almost pressing his face against Jiang Chengyu's.
His eyes held a hint of inquiry: "I really can't understand it, someone like Mu Xiaoji..."
"How did I win your heart?" she said, reaching out to pinch Jiang Chengyu's chin.
Jiang Chengyu turned his face away, his tone turning colder: "Get out of the way right now, or I won't be polite to you."
Teng Zijing then reluctantly got up, grabbed his arm and pulled him up, changing the subject: "Do you prefer that side, or the modern one?"
Jiang Chengyu lifted his sleeve, straightened his collar, and let out a long sigh of relief:
"Now that the country is developed, everything feels fresh and new compared to the peaceful and prosperous times of the past."
However, whether life is good or bad ultimately depends on who you're with.
Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow and smiled meaningfully: "In that case, I'm even more looking forward to the finished product of the new drama."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the office door was pushed open with a bang, and Feng Tao barged in.
Teng Zijing's smile instantly froze into ice, his eyes so cold they could shatter:
"Are you getting bolder and bolder? It's one thing to come into my office without knocking, but to barge in like this?"
Feng Tao swallowed hard, bowing his head tremblingly, "I'm sorry, Master Jing..."
"Gu...Gu Ze has woken up. Do you want to go to the hospital to see him?"
Jiang Chengyu immediately stood up: "Take me to remove my makeup first."
He had only taken two steps with Feng Tao when Teng Zijing suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The other person gave him a flippant wink: "What's the rush, Mr. Jiang? Why don't you take a picture with me before you leave?"
Jiang Chengyu shook off his hand and spat out angrily, "Get lost."
Teng Zijing watched his retreating figure, a wicked smile on his face, and called out, "Alright, I'll wait for you in the car."
Inside the club on the third floor of Longteng Film and Television Company, crystal chandeliers reflected dazzling light as a celebratory banquet for the opening ceremony was in full swing.
Someone popped a champagne bottle open, and the golden liquid gushed out, splashing up tiny bubbles;
Waiters carried trays through the crowd, the colorful cocktails and juices on the trays reflecting the smiles on people's faces.
In the center of the dance floor, Director Liang was dancing with a quiet-looking girl in his arms; the two were very close.
He pinched the girl's chin and teased, "My darling, how can you be so clever?" After praising her, he didn't forget to kiss the corner of her mouth.
The girl looked up at him shyly, her eyes full of gratitude: "If it weren't for Director Liang's support, how could a newcomer like me have gotten the role of acting alongside Bai Ze?"
Seeing Gu Ze in his period costume today, he looks so handsome—it must be Director Liang's support that has brought him to his current fame, right?
These words struck a chord with Liang Jiawei, and he smiled so broadly that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. He patted his chest and promised:
"My little darling wants to become famous? It's not difficult. As long as you listen to your brother obediently, I guarantee that in less than three years, I will make you reach the position of Gu Ze."
"Really?" The girl's almond-shaped eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she tiptoed and planted a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank you so much, Director Liang!"
In a booth by the dance floor, Mu Yusi held a glass of red wine, her fingertips gently stroking the glass as her gaze swept over the noisy crowd.
Qi Hongliang, with one hand in his pocket and a wine glass in his hand, strode over, bowed slightly, and extended his hand in invitation: "Sister Yusi, would you do me the honor of dancing for me?"
Mu Yusi put down her wine glass, placed her fingertips on his palm, and slowly stood up. The two of them stepped onto the dance floor together.
As soothing music began, their dance steps were perfectly synchronized and elegant. As the melody quickened, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, gathering around to watch.
Qi Hongliang's movements were crisp and powerful, while Mu Yusi's dance was supple and graceful. The contrast between strength and gentleness created a unique tension.
As the music abruptly stopped, the two froze in a precise finishing pose, instantly eliciting enthusiastic applause from those around them.
"Sister Yusi danced so well!"
"Hong Liang's physique is absolutely amazing!"
The two returned to the crowd, and just as they took their glasses, someone in the boisterous group asked:
"Hey, has anyone seen Gu Ze? I don't think he's shown up tonight."
"Yes," a murmur suddenly broke out in the crowd as people began to murmur among themselves.
"Yeah! He didn't even say hello, that guy is so arrogant!"
"That's right! Even someone as famous as Sister Yusi doesn't act like a diva. What right does an ice cube have to act like a diva?"
A young actress named Shanshan handed over a glass of juice, saying ingratiatingly, "Sister Yusi, juice."
Mu Yusi accepted the gift and thanked her, then casually asked, "Shanshan, didn't you see Gu Ze come over either?"
Shanshan shook her head, then suddenly lowered her voice: "Sister Yusi, don't you think Gu Ze is a little different today?"
That aura... that fan-holding gesture and technique, so delicate and smooth, it was as if Bai Ze himself had stepped out of the book.
Shanshan's words were like a key, instantly unlocking Muyusi's memories—
Bai Ze, dressed in white, descended from the sky, pink petals fluttering down like rain. He spun once in the air above the film set.
As she landed, she gently waved her folding fan, exuding a cool yet carefree aura... The image became increasingly clear in my mind.
She took a sip of her juice and murmured, "Having worked with him on so many dramas, I've never seen him so relaxed and at ease."
Shanshan added, "Gu Ze always looks terrified when he sees Master Jing, but today he's not only not afraid, he's also unusually calm."
Even Master Jing's gaze towards him today held a newfound favor and respect.
Upon hearing this, Qi Hongliang, who was standing to the side, had a fleeting, almost imperceptible sharpness in his eyes, which was then concealed by a smile.
He thought to himself: winning or losing isn't about the moment, winning people's hearts is the most important thing.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his glass, strode towards the group of film crew members, and said loudly:
"Everyone, you've all had a great time! Enjoy the food and drinks tonight, let's drink until we're completely drunk! I'll start with a toast!"
"cheers!"
"You won't come home until you're drunk!"
The responses rose and fell, the clinking of glasses and laughter mingled together, pushing the lively atmosphere of the party to a climax.
The Maserati came to a smooth stop at the hospital entrance. Teng Zijing got out of the car first, followed by Jiang Chengyu and Feng Tao. The three of them headed straight for Gu Ze's ward.
Pushing open the ward door, the scene before Feng Tao made his heart tighten—Gu Ze was huddled on the floor in the corner next to the hospital bed.
Leaning against the cold wall, he trembled uncontrollably, his face as pale as paper.
Several nurses surrounded him, gently comforting him: "Mr. Gu, you're still sick."
"You'll catch a cold sitting on the floor. Let us help you back to bed to rest!"
"Don't touch me! All of you get out of here. I'm not sick, I don't need your help, get out, all of you get out right now."
Gu Ze abruptly shook off the nurse's hand, his voice hoarse and agitated from his illness.
Seeing this, Feng Tao quickly stepped forward, pushed the nurse aside, and squatted down to look at him:
"Gu Ze, why are you sitting on the floor again? How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"
Gu Ze looked up and saw Feng Tao, as if grasping at a lifeline, and grabbed his arm tightly.
His knuckles turned white from the force, and he asked urgently, "Feng Tao, where did you go so early this morning?"
Do you know what day it is today? It's the opening ceremony! I just woke up and it's already evening.
If Master Jing finds out I delayed the opening ceremony of his new film, he'll definitely kill me!
What should I do? Feng Tao, please tell me what to do!
"Now you're scared? Too late..."
Teng Zijing's voice suddenly came from the doorway, carrying undisguised coldness.
He took two steps closer, his gaze as cold as the depths of winter, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the ward.
Several nurses, startled by the sound, froze and turned around to see Teng Zijing's expressionless face.
He dared not utter a sound, hastily curtsied and greeted, "Master Jing...", before quickly leaving the ward.
The ward fell silent instantly, with only Gu Ze's heavy breathing remaining.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his lips trembled, and he looked at Teng Zijing.
He stammered, "I'm so sorry, Master Jing... I didn't mean to be late..."
His gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Chengyu behind Teng Zijing, as if he had found an outlet for his frustration.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he abruptly raised his hand, pointing at Jiang Chengyu and roaring:
"It was him! It was all his fault! He's the one who had the doctor give me a sedative! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been late; I would have woken up long ago!"
Jiang Chengyu stood still, his face expressionless, and spoke calmly:
"It seems you feel much better after a good night's sleep. Your clear-headedness indicates that you're recovering quite well."
Gu Ze hurriedly averted his gaze, shrinking further behind Feng Tao's figure, his voice tinged with a stubborn tremor:
"Jiang Chengyu, I don't need your pity. Go away. I don't want to see you again. We will never meet again."
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Chengyu's lips, and he said in a light tone, "That's fine, bye-bye." After saying that, he turned around and left the room without a trace of lingering.
Gu Zeqi: "You..."
Watching Jiang Chengyu's disappearing figure, she lowered her head and muttered under her breath, "Heartless bastard."
Teng Zijing walked up to Gu Ze in a few steps and coldly rebuked Feng Tao: "Get out of the way! How old is he? Why are you still protecting him like this?"
Feng Tao quickly stood up and stepped aside. Teng Zijing's gaze fell on Gu Ze again, his voice even deeper:
"Gu Ze, President Jiang helped you smooth things over at the opening ceremony, so I won't hold it against you."
But if you dare to mess up this new drama, you'll see how I deal with you.
Gu Ze was stunned. He suddenly looked up at Teng Zijing, his eyes filled with disbelief: "The opening ceremony... he helped me cover for myself?"
"Otherwise what?" Teng Zijing stepped on his shoulder, suddenly increasing the force.
Gu Ze groaned in pain, feeling as if his collarbone was about to be crushed, and cold sweat instantly rolled down his forehead.
Seeing this, Feng Tao rushed forward to pull them apart, but Teng Zijing grabbed his neck and pinned him against the wall.
“You should be grateful,” Teng Zijing’s voice was as cold as ice, “that you met someone like President Jiang who considers the big picture.”
The difference between you and Mu Xiaoji? It's this: he's the moon in the sky, and you're just mud on the ground; he's kind-hearted, and you're full of filth.
Seeing that the two were in pain and their faces were pale, Teng Zijing finally let go.
He said domineeringly, "Since you've signed a contract with Longteng, you'd better work hard and do your job properly."
He straightened his cuffs, his tone carrying a warning, "Otherwise, I'll blacklist you and you can forget about ever getting ahead again."
Feng Tao quickly squatted down next to Gu Ze, hugged Gu Ze, and nodded repeatedly in promise:
"Don't worry, Mr. Jing, I will definitely keep an eye on him and make sure the new drama is finished and made well!"
Teng Zijing snorted, said "That's for the best, don't test my patience," and turned to leave the ward.
The moment the door closed, Feng Tao reached out and grabbed Gu Ze's head, their heads touching; they comforted each other.
Feng Tao comforted him, his voice trembling, "Gu Ze, don't be afraid, it's alright... it's all over..."