After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 196: I Can’t Always Be There By Your Side To Back You Up

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: I Can’t Always Be There By Your Side To Back You Up

"It’s not your fault, but you’ve been wronged." The director patted his shoulder encouragingly, such patient actors were rare these days.

While they exchanged pleasantries below, Weng Chenjie had already been tied to a wooden foam block, his stature was so short that he didn’t need to squat at all.

Although Mao Mao didn’t understand what Sister Qiao was up to, she could vaguely guess that it was to stand up for Brother Weichen.

She excitedly handed Lin Weichen’s script to Sang Qiao, "This is the part in the script."

"Okay, fine." Sang Qiao briefly scanned it; it was only three lines of dialogue and she was done.

Having read it, she returned the script to Mao Mao, "Wait for me over there."

Mao Mao obediently stepped aside, "Okay."

Sang Qiao crouched down, slipped the rope over his neck, scaring him into shouting aloud, "Hey, what are you doing, use your hands, use your hands, not the rope."

"I’m a germaphobe." Sang Qiao, somehow already behind him with the rope in hand, sawed back and forth with it a little.

Then she tightened it slightly and recited her lines calmly, "Come on, confess, what’s your real purpose sneaking around the Queen!"

Weng Chenjie’s face turned beet red from the choking, damn it, was this woman trying to kill him with that force!

Forget the lines, he could hardly breathe, and reached to pull on the rope.

"Wait..."

"Hm?" Sang Qiao loosened the rope and looked down at him, "Can’t Senior Weng even act in a scene?"

"How can I talk with you pulling that hard!" Weng Chenjie finally managed to take deep breaths, seething with rage at this damn woman. Seeing her seemingly weak, he couldn’t help but rub his neck, wondering how her strength could be so great.

"Too hard? There’s not a single mark on your neck, look at Lin Weichen, with such clear finger marks on his neck and he could still say his lines."

Sang Qiao laughed lightly, and everyone’s eyes followed her gaze to Lin Weichen’s neck, indeed, the finger marks were so deep, they were almost turning purple.

Then they looked at Senior Weng who, though choked by the rope momentarily, didn’t have any marks.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you’re not here to teach, are you here to pick a quarrel?" Weng Chenjie felt uncomfortable being stared at, especially because this woman spoke with such a gentle voice, it left him feeling aggrieved.

"Not at all, I was just seeking guidance on Senior Weng’s acting skills, but it seems that Lin Weichen, a newbie, outdoes you – being able to recite lines even when strangled to that extent."

Sang Qiao’s face was full of sincerity as she kept bringing up how Lin Weichen was strangled, driving Weng Chenjie nearly to the brink of spitting blood.

Even a fool could tell this woman was clearly there to stand up for Lin Weichen!

"Don’t make trouble out of nothing, you’ve already taught, so please get off the stage."

"Weichen, have you learned?" Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow, looking at the man sitting below.

Lin Weichen instinctively opened his mouth to say he had learned, but catching Sister Qiao’s cold gaze, he cooperated and shook his head, "Not really."

Watching this scene, Weng Chenjie nearly exploded with anger. Had Lin Weichen, that cowardly guy, gone mad? To dare play him along with this young lady!

He now regretted turning green with envy, wishing he hadn’t agreed to act out this scene for Lin Weichen to watch.

"You see, he hasn’t learned yet, Senior Weng please cooperate a little more." Sang Qiao said and went to grab the rope again.

"There’s no one as unprofessional as you—if you keep this up, Lin Weichen won’t learn anything till next year!" Weng Chenjie struggled to speak out, finding the touch of a woman’s frail hands preferable to the rough rope.

"You make a good point, but your neck is really dirty, it’s still covered in mud."

As Sang Qiao spoke, she thoughtfully looked around the nearby path for something and eventually put on a pair of black gloves that were extremely filthy.

The audience below nearly died of laughter; they’d never seen the arrogant Senior Weng get played like this before.

When Weng Chenjie saw the girl put on those insanely dirty gloves, he almost blacked out, closing his eyes.

His neck, no matter what, was cleaner than those gloves.

But he couldn’t struggle, so he could only let Sang Qiao mess with him, only hoping that after this act, he’d never again yearn for someone else’s beauty or cooperate with anyone.

Of course, he blamed all of this on Lin Weichen.

It turned out, he had still underestimated the extent to which Sang Qiao could tease people. He was forcefully choked several times before she let go, leaving him gasping for breath, and yet there wasn’t a single mark on him.

He wanted to accuse this young lady of doing it on purpose but couldn’t find the words to do so.

Weng Chenjie could only grit his teeth and glare at Lin Weichen, "You’ve been watching from below for so long, you should have learned by now, right? Hurry up and get on stage to finish this part, don’t you dare delay everyone else from getting off work!"

"Sure." Lin Weichen obediently stood up, ready to get on stage, also aware it was getting late, and everyone was ready to call it a day.

As he walked towards the stage, Sang Qiao suddenly stood in front of him, her black-and-white eyes glancing at him, "Do you know how to shoot it? If you’re bullied you need to learn to speak up; playing the mute will only let others take advantage of you."

Touched by her words, Lin Weichen wondered if Sister Qiao was telling him to openly resist Senior Weng.

He was already moved by how Sister Qiao had teased Senior Weng for his sake, but he hadn’t expected this to be just the beginning. He knew that in his previous company, not to mention missing out on opportunities, even if he was bullied, he could only bear it in silence.

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift. He thought that maybe next time he would resist, but maybe not this time.

"Sister Qiao, I’m fine. It’s about time everyone finished work and had dinner; I’ll just cooperate with Senior Weng to complete the shoot, so I won’t hold them up."

"You think he’ll let you finish shooting that easily?" Sang Qiao smiled faintly.

Lin Weichen paused, knowing that was impossible. Senior Weng had just been humiliated; surely, he’d want to get revenge a few times before being satisfied, "I..."

"I can’t always be by your side to stand up for you; you need to learn to resist on your own. Stall as many times as you can, let him know you’re not easy to bully. Don’t worry about the consequences; I will handle it."

The words Sang Qiao spoke with her red lips were exceptionally cold, with a clear intent to support him on her bright little face.

Mao Mao, watching from the side, was thrilled and couldn’t help but nudge Brother Weichen to listen to her!

"... Okay." Lin Weichen clenched his fists, agreeing.

"Mao Mao, go buy meals for everyone on the crew, have them eat while working." Sang Qiao said calmly as she pulled out a card from her pocket and handed it to her. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Okay, Sister Qiao." Mao Mao immediately took it and ran towards the gate.

After buying the meals, she had people distribute the boxed lunches to everyone, starting to eat while waiting for them to finish shooting.

Onstage, Lin Weichen and Weng Chenjie had started to reshoot and, as expected, in the first few attempts, Weng Chenjie kept picking faults—not forgetting lines, then criticizing Lin Weichen for not having the right expression, asking to start over from the beginning.