30: Chapter 30 Dilraba's First Time

On the other side, Li Qingfeng and Yang Lihua didn't actually come to blows; they just spent ages hurling insults at each other across the crowd.

By the time this farce was over and filming resumed, they had already wasted time until eleven in the morning.

When he stepped back on set, Lin Chen voluntarily reined in most of his sharp, Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation aura.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for Li Qingfeng, but rather that the big picture was what mattered most.

A good actor cannot just focus on their own satisfaction; they must be responsible for the entire production.

If you unleash your full aura, the actor you're playing against won't be able to handle it and will have a breakdown, causing the whole scene to be ruined.

Although Lin Chen was holding back, this short scene still required over a dozen takes.

Li Qingfeng's emotions hadn't settled after the argument, and coupled with the vast gap in their skill, he kept breaking character under the pressure.

It wasn't until noon that they finally finished.

Lin Chen removed his makeup, changed into casual clothes, and went to the break area to prepare lunch for his two beautiful bosses.

Just as he set the steaming hot meal on the table, Huang Bo cheekily brought his lunchbox over to mooch a meal.

During the meal, Huang Bo ate until his mouth was oily, then looked up and gossiped about how the morning shoot went.

Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to brag and stayed silent.

Yang Mi and Dilraba, however, perked up, their two bright red lips seemingly possessed as they praised Lin Chen's acting skills as unparalleled in heaven and earth.

Even someone as calm and collected as Lin Chen felt his face burning slightly at the praise.

"Keep it low-key, it's not that crazy. It's not like I'm the best in the world; at most, I'd rank in the top five globally," Lin Chen said seriously after swallowing a piece of pork rib.

Yang Mi and Dilraba were stunned on the spot, then laughed until they were shaking, nearly spitting out the rice in their mouths.

Huang Bo was also amused, slapping his thigh and teasing, "Is the family culture of you Lin folks always this refreshingly pretentious?"

Dilraba imitated Lin Chen's cold demeanor, shaking her fair, slender finger seriously: "Brother Bo, watch your wording. Our Lin family has always been straight-shooters; we never exaggerate."

Yang Mi picked up her water glass, took a sip, and looked at Huang Bo with her watery, peach-blossom eyes: "Brother Bo, Lin Chen finds TV dramas unchallenging and wants to film movies. You're a top-tier heavyweight in the film industry; do you have any connections to help him bridge the gap?"

The film industry was a deep pool; although Yang Mi's entertainment company could call the shots in the TV drama business, they were complete newbies in the film world.

Huang Bo's connections and resources were far beyond what she could compare to.

Huang Bo set down his chopsticks and pondered for a moment: "I do have a few good scripts on hand, but I haven't settled on which one to shoot, and the start date is even further off. I'll ask a few big-name directors I'm familiar with when I get the chance, and I'll let you know as soon as there's news."

Lin Chen picked up a piece of beef and tossed it into his mouth, his tone indifferent: "No need to waste the effort. Do I need to beg others for a role?"

Hearing this, Yang Mi let out a deep sigh.

She reached out her jade-like hand and patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, then turned to complain to Huang Bo: "Brother Bo, see that? Actually, our family's most inherited tradition is being a total tsundere."

Huang Bo laughed heartily: "People with real talent are all like that; it's enough to make you want to pin them to the ground and give them a beating!"

Dilraba, with half a chopstick in her mouth, was highly amused: "Brother Bo's summary is too perfect! Someone like him is just begging for a lesson!"

...

Lin Chen's actor experience card expired after just half a day.

That afternoon, he went back to being a full-time nanny, serving tea and water.

Washing vegetables, cooking, brewing therapeutic soups, and occasionally moonlighting as a masseur—life was leisurely.

In late June.

Lin Chen flew to Hangzhou with Yang Mi and Dilraba.

They went specifically to the recording studio to produce "nourishment of love".

A master's work never allows interference from laymen, so Lin Chen personally took charge as the producer.

This trip originally had nothing to do with Dilraba, but she insisted on taking leave from the Film Crew and stuck to them like glue.

Although Yang Mi's singing skills were still not quite up to Lin Chen's standards, after this period of hellish special training, she had made rapid progress.

It was more than enough for an idol singer.

The recording process was very smooth, and in less than a day, the three of them headed back to Hengdian World Studios.

...

"Biased! Biased! Biased! Biased..."

In Room 8807.

Lin Chen was leaning comfortably against the headboard watching TV.

Dilraba was wearing silk ultra-short pajamas that barely covered her round buttocks, her two long, fair legs folded into an alluring 'W' shape—a 'duck sit'—snuggled tightly against Lin Chen.

Her rosy lips were pouted high, and she was muttering incessantly like a broken record.

She had been hit hard today.

Yesterday, right after they finished recording the song, Yang Mi's studio had turned around and released the audio to the entire internet.

With the god-tier melody and the terrifying traffic Yang Mi brought with her, the song instantly exploded online, receiving rave reviews.

In just one day, it soared straight to fifth place on the Chinese Golden Melody Chart!

The Golden Melody Chart was the most authoritative music barometer in the country.

Anything that could break into the top ten was a massive annual hit.

To have broken into the top five on the very first day of release meant that reaching the top spot was an absolute certainty.

Dilraba was jealous.

She wasn't sour about Yang Mi stealing the spotlight, but rather about Lin Chen's differential treatment.

How could they be in the same household register, yet he only favored her by writing a divine song?

"Aren't your lips dry?"

Lin Chen rubbed his temples, looking helpless.

At first, he had planned to give her the cold shoulder and pretend not to hear, but he hadn't expected this beauty to be able to nag for half an hour, making his brain buzz.

"They aren't! I'm just annoyed with you! Who told you to be so biased!"

"How was I biased?"

"How come you only write songs for her, and I haven't even gotten a single note?"

Lin Chen spread his hands: "She at least traded an on-screen role with me. What do you have?"

Dilraba's big, watery eyes rolled, and she huffed coquettishly: "I have things to trade with you too!"

Lin Chen was amused: "What on earth do you have that you can trade?"

Dilraba bit her red lips and blinked, then suddenly lunged forward.

Her soft, sweet red lips pressed directly onto Lin Chen's mouth.

A wave of warm, fragrant air hit him, and two large, soft mounds of white flesh pressed tightly against his chest.

It was a fleeting touch.

Lin Chen was completely stunned, staring at the stunning face before him with bewilderment.

Dilraba's pretty face was flushed red, even her crystalline earlobes were tinged with blood.

She endured her shyness, lifted her fair, delicate chin, and feigned composure: "This girl's first kiss! Kept for over twenty years of purity; I even turned down all my kiss scenes for this! Trading it for one of your crappy songs, you're not losing out, right!"

Lin Chen stared at her for a long time, then suddenly sat up straight and spoke nonsense with a straight face: "My mind was on other things just now; I didn't get to properly appreciate it. Kiss me again, and let me carefully weigh whether this first kiss is worth a song."

"Pfft!"

Watching Lin Chen play the part of someone who got a bargain and still acted like he was losing out, Dilraba couldn't hold it in and laughed, scolding: "Bad guy!"

...

"This time... is it enough to trade?"

"It is."

"What kind of song are you planning to make for me? It must be higher quality than hers! At the very least, it must be on par; it absolutely cannot drop in quality!"

"A piece of cake."

"Hee hee, what are you spacing out for?"

"I'm doing the math; do you want to trade for another one?"

"..."

An hour later.

Under the terrifying physical stamina brought by his Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, Dilraba surrendered her 'first blood' and all her innocence.

The price was trading for an entire album of divine songs from Lin Chen.