179: Chapter 180 Tong: I have something to do tonight, so I won't be back.

The women's phone cameras were all trained on him, ready to record the [clumsy] performance of this novice as interesting black history to blackmail him with in the future.

However, as the wire-work slowly lifted Jiang Jing into the air, the situation seemed... a bit off.

He didn't show the slightest bit of tension or stiffness typical of a novice; his body was exceptionally relaxed and stable.

Once the director called "Action," Jiang Jing moved.

A mid-air flip—not a simple roll, but one carrying an indescribable sense of rhythm and power, as if a genuine force were pushing him, and he was leveraging that force to propel himself, his posture incredibly elegant!

When he blocked with his sword, although he held only a wooden prop sword, the angle of his wrist rotation and the trajectory of his arm swing carried a sharp, wind-breaking whistle. His eyes instantly sharpened, as if he were truly engaging an invisible opponent!

Charging forward by leveraging the force, his body didn't look like it was being pulled by wires in the air; instead, it seemed like he was exerting his own strength, dashing out with the speed and elegance of a cheetah, full of explosive power!

He flourished the sword and landed stylishly, his toes lightly touching the ground, knees slightly bent to absorb the impact. The entire process was as fluid as flowing water, steady as Mount Tai—even steadier than standing on flat ground!

The way he sheathed his sword carried the composure and bearing of a grandmaster!

The entire sequence was even more perfect than the director had imagined, filled with power, aesthetics, and ultimate control over his body!

How was this a novice? This was clearly a top-tier martial arts actor who had been immersed in this craft for years!

No, it was even more beautiful than the poses many martial arts actors displayed in the air!

The women below, who were filming with their phones, went from anticipating a good show to gradually widening their eyes, then opening their mouths into "O" shapes, and finally turning completely to stone.

They forgot to stop recording, just holding their phones foolishly, their minds blank.

This... how is this possible?!

The director was so excited that he stood up straight from behind the monitor, his eyes glowing, muttering to himself: "Perfect, simply perfect! This body control, this camera presence—he was born for this, he's a genius!"

If not for his remaining reason holding him back, reminding him that the man before him was a capital tycoon with an immeasurable net worth, he would have wanted to pounce on Jiang Jing right then, hug his thigh, and beg him to join the cast for action scenes!

This level of skill completely crushes the current pile of traffic stars who rely on stunt doubles and special effects!

Jiang Jing landed steadily, and the staff stepped forward to unhook his wires.

The director rushed over enthusiastically; this time, his praise was undoubtedly heartfelt: "Mr. Jiang! You are truly... hiding your light under a bushel! This level is absolutely the best I have ever seen. If you came to act, those stuntmen would be out of a job!"

Jiang Jing just smiled faintly and didn't say much.

At this moment, the women finally snapped out of their shock and swarmed around him, all pouting, their faces clearly expressing that they had been "duped" and were "unreconciled."

"Brother Jiang Jing! You big liar!" Leng Ba was the first to accuse him, puffing out her cheeks. "You call this just getting started with wires? You're clearly a professional!"

"Exactly! Your movements are more standard than ours, even after we've practiced for so long! And they look better! You must have practiced in secret!" Nazha joined the condemnation.

"Liar! Liar! You made us think we had it in the bag!" Zhu Xudan and Li Xibing chimed in.

Although Da Mimi and Tong Liya didn't speak, their resentful little glances fully expressed the sentiment: "You set us up."

Jiang Jing looked at this group of "sore loser" beauties, spread his hands innocently, and wore a smirk that asked for a beating: "How am I a liar? It really is my first time on wires. Do you think I look like a professional martial arts actor?"

The women: "..."

Looking at his face, which was excessively handsome and more fitting for an idol drama lead, and then thinking about his terrifying net worth... he really didn't look like a stuntman who would be rolling around on a film set.

But... what was up with those moves?!

The women were momentarily speechless, their expressions extremely frustrated, their faces clearly writing out four words—We! Were! Totally! Played!

...

The day-long Hengdian experience tour ended in laughter and joy.

Returning to Leng Ba's apartment, the women were exhausted, lazily collapsing onto the sofa as if their bones had been removed.

After resting for a moment, they seemed to be injected with new vitality, pulling out their phones to carefully select from the massive amount of photos taken today.

Especially those ancient costume group photos and the "black history" from the wire-work area.

Photoshop, color grading, adding filters... after a series of tedious yet enjoyable operations, looking at their own flawless selves on the screen, and the equally devastatingly handsome Jiang Jing next to them, the women all showed satisfied smiles.

They unanimously chose to post only to their Moments, not Weibo.

Moments were relatively private, consisting of close friends and industry insiders, allowing them to share this joy more freely without having to face the scrutiny and over-interpretation of countless fans and strangers like on Weibo.

Soon, several posts filled with pictures and text, radiating an atmosphere of happiness, were fresh out of the oven on their Moments.

In the photos, they were either nestled beside Jiang Jing with sweet smiles or interacting playfully with him, with the unique scenes of Hengdian in the background. The group photos in ancient costumes were especially stunning.

Their Moments exploded instantly!

[XX Celebrity]: Wow! You guys went to Hengdian? This lineup is too strong!

[XX Director]: Mr. Jiang's ancient costume look is not bad! Any interest in making a cameo? [Dog Head]

[XX Agent]: I'm crying with envy! Whose team-building activity is this luxurious!

[XXX]: Sister Mi is so beautiful! Sister Ya is so ethereal! Baba is so cute! Mr. Jiang is so handsome! Ahhh!

[OOO]: Looks like you had a lot of fun! The point is who you were playing with [Smart]

Likes and comments grew rapidly, almost all from friends in the industry, filled with envy, teasing, and curiosity about Jiang Jing's identity between the lines.

The women scrolled through the comments happily, enjoying this secret showing off and the feeling of being envied.

While replying to comments, Tong Liya quietly opened her wechat chat box with Jiang Jing.

Her fingers typed a few lines quickly and sent them over.

Not long after, Jiang Jing replied.

Tong Liya looked at the words on the screen, a faint, imperceptible blush appearing on her cheeks.

She quickly put away her phone, stood up pretending to be natural, and said to everyone: "Um... I have something to do tonight, so I'm going out. I might be back tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Where are you going, Sister Ya?" Nazha looked up and asked curiously.

"You have something to do this late?" Zhu Xudan also expressed confusion.

Tong Liya's expression was calm, her tone casual: "Yeah, just some personal business that needs handling." She didn't explain further.

Seeing her say this, the others, though a bit curious, didn't ask further and continued to immerse themselves in the excitement of their Moments.

Only Da Mimi keenly caught that fleeting blush and the slightly hurried tone of Tong Liya. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, sizing Tong Liya up and down.

Something's up! Definitely something's up!

Da Mimi's inner alarm bells rang loudly—this woman... could she be going to sneak off with Jiang Jing?!

But she couldn't ask directly, and it was impossible to actually follow her, so she could only watch helplessly as Tong Liya finished her shower, picked up her bag, elegantly said goodbye to everyone, and then her figure disappeared at the door.

Da Mimi withdrew her gaze, feeling depressed, as if a little kitten were scratching at her heart.