After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 195: What Does His Own Frailty Have to Do with Me?

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: What Does His Own Frailty Have to Do with Me?

The agent stood beside Sang Qiao, struggling with the decision to tell her about Brother Weichen being bullied, fearing that Sister Qiao would not bother with such trivial matters.

Brother Weichen had no plans to mention these issues, and she worried about meddling unhelpfully. During the time she hesitated, Lin Weichen had already changed into tattered prison clothes, stained with tomato juice.

Upon getting on stage, Lin Weichen’s hands were fastened to a piece of wood by the crew. He was too tall, and the wood too short, forcing him to squat.

Senior Weng also took the stage, and according to the script, grabbed his throat. "Admit it! What exactly is your purpose for being close to the Queen?"

"I am innocent." Lin Weichen struggled to breathe, his words came out with great effort.

The wood was too short; his legs felt weak as he squatted, and his neck was uncomfortable. Leaning to one side, he pulled down the foam wood with a bang, flattening it.

"Cut!"

"Ha ha ha..." A burst of laughter erupted from an actor below the stage, which was met with a glare from the director, and the actor quickly stifled his laughter.

"Quick, quick, bring a new piece of foam wood," the director called out.

Senior Weng’s agent stepped forward to provide him with water and kindly handed him a tissue, while casting a disdainful look at the man on the ground, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Can’t even squat for a short time, and now you’ve damaged a piece of foam wood—I really don’t know how you were chosen for this role. Was it just by your pretty face?"

"Senior Weng, it’s unfair to speak like that—it’s clear you choked Brother Weichen too hard."

Lin Weichen’s agent also rushed forward to help him up, glaring indignantly at the chubby man. She had seen everything from below; Brother Weichen was clearly struggling to breathe!

"Don’t wrong me—I hardly touched him. It’s not my fault he’s physically weak."

Senior Weng spoke mockingly, even if he had been a bit rough, who witnessed it? Lin Weichen, a man scarcely supported even by his fans, thought he could accuse him? As if anyone would believe him!

I really don’t know how such a person managed to steal the role that should have belonged to him.

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"I’m fine, Mao Mao," Lin Weichen said quietly, tugging at his agent’s sleeve.

Then he looked up at Senior Weng, "My agent was just worried about me and spoke out of turn. I hope you can let it go."

"Do you think a careless word excuses your agent from baselessly accusing others? If her words spread, everyone might think that Jiejie here bullied you."

Jiejie’s agent was overbearing, and they never took Lin Weichen seriously—a newcomer with no background; they could bully him however they wanted since no one would stand up for him.

He had stolen Jiejie’s role and still hoped for peace? Wishful thinking.

"Weichen, I am not a petty person. Just apologize, and that will be enough. Although my agent’s words were unpleasant, he meant well, especially since your agent’s comments were truly slanders."

Jiejie put on a magnanimous facade.

The crew was no stranger to such scenes; Senior Weng was not someone to be offended lightly. If Lin Weichen had support, he wouldn’t always remain silent.

Thus, nobody dared to intervene in this matter, and while the director occasionally wanted to help, he was easily silenced by a few light words from Jiejie.

Lin Weichen was also someone who accommodated others; he generally preferred to keep the peace, so everyone treated their conflicts as if they hadn’t seen them.

"You... you clearly did it on purpose to hurt Brother Weichen; every time you film those action scenes, you leave marks on him. One time, you even drew blood, and you deliberately demanded multiple retakes just to bully Brother Weichen."

Mao Mao spoke up unwillingly; she admitted she was intentionally voicing these words.

Because Sister Qiao was present, she wanted to let Sister Qiao know about Brother Weichen’s situation and was hoping that Sister Qiao would stand up for him.

"What hurt him, isn’t it very normal for some small scrapes to occur in action scenes? Your words sound too ugly. Weichen, I’ve always taken good care of you since you are new, asking for retakes to achieve the best effect. Don’t you understand this? I’m honing your acting skills."

Weng Chenjie spoke with feigned solemnity, knowing that even if someone recorded and broadcasted his words, his justifications were sound, and no one would think he was in the wrong.

Instead, they would think this newcomer couldn’t handle even a bit of hardship and was accusing his senior like this.

"You..." Mao Mao, infuriated, had her eyes filled with tears, yet she couldn’t muster any words to retort.

"So, you think your acting is very good?" Sang Qiao asked calmly, standing by and listening for a while, essentially grasping the situation.

This senior in front of her often bullied Lin Weichen in the crew.

"I dare not claim that, but after filming for so many years, naturally, it’s not too bad."

Weng Chenjie squinted at the beautiful woman in front of him; he didn’t recognize her, and she seemed unimportant.

Still, her face was truly beautiful, and her body was voluptuously attractive.

"Since that’s the case, why not have Senior Weng film this scene with me to show Lin Weichen and teach him how it’s done, to prevent him from having to redo it so many times?"

Sang Qiao hooked her lips into a faint smile, her sweet voice sounding harmless.

Weng Chenjie was dazzled by her smile, involuntarily swallowing his saliva. Was this little artist here to seduce him deliberately? After all, he had never seen her in the crew before.

And what would it matter if he filmed a scene with her? Not to mention before so many people, even if it were just the two of them, what could a woman do to him?

If she really did something to him, he’d be more than pleased.

"Alright, come on, you read Lin Weichen’s script; you play the Regent King, I’ll play Yan Liuyun."

"Mm, let’s tie him up first." Sang Qiao looked back at the crew member who had come up again with the foam prop.

"Alright... okay." The crew member saw that Senior Weng had agreed, so naturally, he could only bite the bullet and proceed to tie him up.

Although the director did not understand what this beautiful woman intended to do, he still did not stop it—filming Weng Chenjie and Lin Weichen’s scenes, sometimes one day of filming was very normal for them, and there was little he could do.

Who would have let Weng Chenjie invest a large sum of money? If it weren’t for his firm stance at the beginning, even the lead male role would have been Weng Chenjie’s.

The original script described Yan Liuyun as a delicate and frail man; Weng Chenjie was somewhat dark and chubby.

That aside, he also couldn’t portray the innuendo and indignation of being humiliated that Yan Liuyun displayed.

"Director, I’m sorry for impacting the progress of the production," Lin Weichen stood by the stage, feeling guilty, only too aware that if the director hadn’t chosen him as the lead, things wouldn’t have been so difficult.