Son, “Mom” Will Back You

CH 45

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Chapter 44 – “I dare you to say that again.” (3)

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The little assistant studied Luo Xiu’s stealthily before he felt bolder.
“I heard from the production cast that Zhuo Yixuan gave her a hard time in front of a few others.
Gu Nian just walked past her as if she was sleep-walking.
She even yawned as she walked past her.
Screenwriter Zhou was so mad she almost fainted.”

Luo Xiu lowered his eyes and couldn't help but smiled faintly.

The little assistant stuck his head closer excitedly.
“Remember that one time when she was yelled at by the director? The entire production cast heard it but she acted like nothing was happening – how is it that she has no temper at all?”

Luo Xiu looked up and his eyes were chilled.

He didn’t know why but, sensing that his boss wasn’t too happy, the little assistant immediately shrank his neck and stopped with the rambling.

Shortly after lounge became silent, the noise of the door to the prop / dressing room being opened could be heard, followed by footsteps from two individuals.

The little assistant gave Luo Xiu a look and was about to walk outside to see whether the makeup artist was there.
Before he was able to take his first step, noises from the outside came through the wall that was so thin that wind seemed to be able to blow right through it.

“We are filming that vase again tonight?”

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“Vase?”

“I am talking about that newbie.”

“Oh, him.
Yes, we are filming him tonight.”

“Aww, man.
So we might have to work overtime again?”

“You should stop referring to him as a vase.
When he showed up the other day, half of the production cast became his fan just because of his look.
When this show airs, he just might be the most popular person in it”

“That’s exactly what I said.
A vase.
All he had going for him is that look of his.
I don’t think he’s all that handsome.
A bunch of love-struck fools.”

“Hahaha, you are just jealous that the beauty screenwriter is fond of him.”

“Me—? I’m jealous of him? Pfft.
Why would I be jealous of him? Who knows how he was able to weasel his way into the cast!”

The man outside, as though he was struck on his foot, raised his voice an octave.
His voice sounded high-pitch and acrimonious.
Then, in a malicious tone, he chuckled and said, “He is handsome alright.
I saw some rich woman has her eyes on him, which is how he got shoved into the cast half-way through.
People like him, you know.
He looks uptight and all, but you have no idea who he kneels in front of to be their boy toy!”

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“——!?”

The little assistant’s face changed colors.
He turned blue from anger, then white from worries.

He immediately turned to look at Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu just leaned in his couch and languidly flipping through the magazine.
His profile cold and distant.
All these awful words about him and he didn’t even blink an eye as though he wasn’t bother by them at all.

The little assistant felt that the sinking feeling in his stomach had disappeared.

The man’s voice outside was still snickering.
“How’s that any different than a gigolo? Why would I be envious of someone who got his role through such a dirty mean? I—”

SHOO!! BAM!!

It was a loud and startling noise.

It sounded as if some object had been hurled through the air and shattered into pieces against the wall.

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After an awkward silence, the man, as though startled by something, his voice became even more piercing.
“You, are you crazy! It almost hit me in my face!”

A second or two later.

It was still that familiar and languid girl’s voice.
This time, however, there was an unfamiliar coldness mixed in it.

Outside of the lounge.

Gu Nian stood there politely and tenderly with her hands behind her back and, in her harmless, little fairy like tone, said—

“I dare you to say that again.”

“……”

Inside the room.

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Luo Xiu’s hands, still holding onto the magazine, paused.

After a little while, he put the magazine down, leaned against the couch and slowly looked up at the door.

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