420: Chapter 420 Alai

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Lin Chuyan buzzed his own hair into a crew cut.

Standing in front of the mirror, he shaved it all off, bit by bit.

Being a guy with naturally short hair, he didn't think it was a big deal; it would grow back anyway.

As he shaved, he recalled something.

He vaguely remembered an actress in his past life doing the same thing, but the truly wicked part was that she made the entire cast and crew shave their heads with her...

That was terrifying.

Lost in these random thoughts, his crew cut slowly took shape.

Ruan Xingyu watched from the side, smiling as she took photos and videos with her phone.

The crew cut was clean and sharp, giving him a tough and refreshing look in the mirror.

His hairline was distinct, his features sharp, highlighting his naturally defined facial structure and excellent head shape.

Without a hairstyle to frame his face, Lin Chuyan looked even more masculine and confident; his male pheromones were more intense, exuding an unmasked masculine charm that was striking.

A handsome guy is a handsome guy; he can pull off any hairstyle.

He just wondered if he would still look good with a completely shaved head.

"How is it?"

Ruan Xingyu nodded frantically: "It looks good."

But it still wasn't enough.

While the crew cut was clean, it lacked the sharp, fierce aura of Ah Lai from the mission.

Lin Chuyan stared at himself in the mirror and began to adjust.

He slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting from casual to piercing, his eyes gradually becoming deep and cold.

He pulled the corners of his mouth down slightly, revealing a faint trace of mockery and danger.

He tightened his jaw, making his cheekbones look sharper, as if conveying restrained explosive power.

Lin Chuyan's entire aura shifted at that moment.

His originally refreshing and sunny appearance was now tinged with a cold and mysterious color, as if he might pull a gun from his waist at any second.

"What about now?"

Ruan Xingyu hugged him from behind: "I like it even more."

"...Well, you, Ruan Xingyu, so this is the style you like."

"I don't! Oh, it's just that it feels like a kind of cosplay, you wouldn't understand!"

"Tell me, what other styles do you like? I can do them all. I'll wear uniforms or whatever later and do them all for you. And I guarantee I won't break character; we actors have a sense of conviction."

"So this is the benefit of having an actor boyfriend?"

"That's why you don't know how lucky you are, yet you flick me..."

"What? Are you in pain?"

"My body is indestructible; how could your tiny finger possibly hurt me..."

Lin Chuyan bragged while picking up the shaved hair, cleaning it up and throwing it in the trash can.

"So, does your character have to use foul language?"

Ruan Xingyu asked, curious after hearing him talk about it on the phone.

"Yeah, the really dirty kind."

"Let's hear it, I want to see how dirty it can get."

"Alright."

Lin Chuyan had indeed designed some lines.

However, after stewing on it for a long time, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"What's wrong?"

"...I can't say it in front of you."

Foul language is prohibited in front of a fairy.

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At noon, the doorbell rang.

Outside was the meal Chen Wanyi had sent over.

Ms. Chen chatted with her daughter every day, and as long as she knew they were both home and not eating out, she would inevitably have the family cook make extra food and send it over.

Lin Chuyan was thick-skinned and ate with peace of mind.

This stuff was definitely cleaner than takeout, and the cook at Chen Wanyi's house made delicious food that smelled much better than takeout.

Today, there was trotters soup, which was more than usual, with white radish added. The rarest thing was that there wasn't a thick layer of oil on top.

Lin Chuyan ladled a bowl for each of them.

It was fragrant; this was the aroma of collagen.

The meat was soft and waxy yet retained its elasticity. The tenderly stewed trotters fell off the bone with a light touch and melted in the mouth.

The soup was milky white and rich. After one sip, the warm broth slid down his throat, and warmth instantly spread throughout his body.

"I'm going to get some vinegar, do you want some?"

"No, it's fine to eat as is."

Lin Chuyan got up to get the vinegar, came back, and dipped the meat in it, creating a whole new flavor profile.

The acidity neutralized the greasiness of the trotters and added a refreshing layer.

"Is it good with vinegar?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want any?"

"Let me try."

"What a fickle woman."

The meal made them sweat.

"Thanks to my future mother-in-law. If we could eat like this every day, the mission wouldn't be a must-film..."

Ruan Xingyu sat on the sofa next to him and rubbed his head: "But you've already shaved your crew cut, eh."

"Touching my head again? You've touched two of my heads today."

Ruan Xingyu paused before realizing what he meant, laughing and scolding him for being shameless: "It feels so good just after shaving, hahaha."

"Which one feels good?"

Ruan Xingyu continued to touch his head: "Of course, this one."

Lin Chuyan grabbed her hand: "You're in trouble; the other one is angry."

"???"

Well-fed and warm, thoughts turn to that kind of desire. Over there, the mission hadn't started filming yet, but here, the "mission" was already locked and loaded.

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The next day, Lin Chuyan flew to Hong Kong.

After checking into the hotel, he finally headed to the set.

"Director Du!"

"Nickname! Holy... nice hairstyle."

Director Du Qiyu cursed as soon as they met; to be honest, he was genuinely startled by Lin Chuyan.

No, it wasn't just the hairstyle.

He felt... the temperament was different too.

A crew cut, he had thought it would look more sunny, but he didn't expect it to be so gloomy.

But this still wasn't enough.

"Go ahead, put on some makeup, change your clothes, and let me see again."

"Sure, wait for me."

Director Du Qiyu nodded and called over a young girl: "Keep it simple, preferably making him look a few years older."

"Understood."

"And one more thing!" Director Du Qiyu looked at Lin Chuyan a few more times, "This crew cut isn't short enough. Make it shorter, closer to the scalp."

"Okay."

Lin Chuyan nodded.

This change was acceptable; shorter would look fiercer.

Once inside the dressing room.

"Hello, what should I call you?"

"Brother, my name is Mary."

"Sorry to trouble you, Mary."

The other party was a bit flattered: "It's my job, you're too polite, Brother."

Next came the changes.

The crew cut was made even shorter, as Director Du Qiyu requested.

The earring was also replaced by Mary, on the grounds that it was too nice, and swapped for a simple silver ring.

As for his skin, it was darkened by a few shades, making him look more like a gangster.

The watch naturally had to be changed, and a silver, no-name brand watch was placed on his right hand.

His left hand wasn't idle either; she even gave him two silver bracelets.

Additionally, the crew had indeed prepared the necklace he mentioned: a string of large silver beads that looked quite heavy.

"Brother, let's change clothes." Mary pulled out a clothing rack filled with his outfits, "Director Du said you should wear this for your first scene."

Lin Chuyan looked in the direction she pointed, where a short-sleeved floral shirt and a pair of ripped jeans hung.

"Okay, you head out first, I'll come out once I'm changed."

"Mm-hm."

This was the simplest styling he had ever done.

But...

Lin Chuyan looked at the table. Someone had left a pack of cigarettes there.

He turned and walked out.

"Director Du! All done!"

Director Du Qiyu turned to look—

Lin Chuyan was wearing a floral shirt, the fabric hanging loosely on his body. The pattern was flamboyant yet carried a somewhat worn texture, as if it had been grabbed off a rack at some bustling night market.

Beneath the short-sleeved floral shirt were sturdy forearms, seemingly silently recounting his past underworld stories.

On his lower body was a pair of worn-out jeans, the holes at the knees and the fraying at the hems looking as if they had endured the friction and chases of the streets.

Lin Chuyan leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his eyes carrying a sharp air of scrutiny and defensiveness.

An unlit cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth, his expression lazy yet revealing a subtle sense of danger.

He had both a cynical, ruffian-like air and a hidden, unfathomable edge.

If this wasn't Ah Lai, then who was?