229: Chapter 229 This humble monk has come to obtain the scriptures.

When Tang Yingxue received the audition notice sent by her assistant, she was lying on the sofa applying a face mask.

Her phone screen lit up, and she tilted her head to glance at it.

"Sister Xue, Times Media just notified us that Director Yang Shuhua will be holding individual auditions the day after tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Those who don't pass will be eliminated on the spot."

Director Yang Shuhua—she was no stranger to this name.

She was the most fastidious female director of period dramas in the country, and her temper was even worse than hers.

Tang Yingxue took off the mask, tossed it into the trash can, got up, and walked to the sink to splash her face with water.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

Her skin was firm, her forehead smooth, and the fine line at the corner of her eye that had been with her for two years had vanished completely.

Tang Yingxue wiped the water off her face and walked out of the bathroom.

She picked up her phone and flipped to her chat box with Jiang Fan.

"I'm arriving in Shanghai tomorrow afternoon. Are you free in the evening?"

After sending it, Tang Yingxue flipped her phone face down on the table.

She walked to the walk-in closet, opened the door, and went inside.

The closet was large, with two walls filled with clothes for various occasions.

She first picked out two daily outfits, folded them into her suitcase, and then grabbed a silk bathrobe.

Finally, her gaze fell on the third drawer.

She opened the drawer, where lingerie of various colors was neatly stacked.

She reached into the very back and pulled out an unopened black box.

That was a limited edition set given to her by a brand during Paris Fashion Week last year.

She had taken one look at it back then and tossed it into the deepest part of the drawer, thinking she would never wear something like this in her life.

Tang Yingxue tore open the packaging and shook out the set.

Black lace, with pitifully little fabric.

She held it up in front of herself to compare in the mirror.

It didn't cover the places that needed to be covered at all, and exposed everything that shouldn't be exposed.

Tang Yingxue folded the lingerie, placed it in the bottom layer of her suitcase, and covered it with clothes.

Her phone vibrated outside, so she walked out of the closet and opened it.

Jiang Fan: "What time are you arriving?"

Tang Yingxue: "The 3:00 PM flight, probably landing at 5:30."

Jiang Fan: "Okay."

Tang Yingxue thought for a moment and typed another line: "For the audition, do I need to prepare anything in advance?"

Jiang Fan: "Just play yourself. Whatever aura Bodhisattva has, that's the aura you have."

Tang Yingxue stared at this line for five seconds, exited the chat, and began packing the rest of her luggage.

The next afternoon, the plane landed in Shanghai.

Tang Yingxue had booked a suite at the InterContinental Hotel again, and her assistant brought her luggage into the room before leaving.

She opened her suitcase, took out the black lace lingerie, and placed it on the bed.

She walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and soaked in it for half an hour.

After drying her body, Tang Yingxue picked up the lingerie and put it on in front of the mirror.

The image in the mirror made even her feel a bit embarrassed.

A few thin straps dug into her skin, and everything that should be exposed was exposed.

She hurriedly took out the wine-red silk bathrobe and put it on.

Returning to the living room, she opened a bottle of red wine and poured half a glass.

She sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Shanghai outside.

Tang Yingxue took a sip of wine, thinking that she was one of The Four Heavenly Queens, yet what she was doing now was no different from those newly debuted starlets.

But at the thought that her face in the mirror would be even younger tomorrow, she felt at ease.

At 8:00 PM, the doorbell rang.

Tang Yingxue put down her wine glass, walked to the door barefoot, and glanced through the peephole.

A bald man was standing outside.

Tang Yingxue was so startled that she took a step back.

She was just about to go back to get the phone on the coffee table to call her assistant.

"Open the door, it's me."

Jiang Fan's voice came through the door panel.

Tang Yingxue's footsteps stopped instantly.

She leaned in to the peephole and took another careful look.

The facial features were indeed Jiang Fan's, but his head...

She opened the door, stood at the entrance, and raised her finger to point at Jiang Fan's head.

"Where is your hair?"

"Shaved it off."

Jiang Fan walked past her into the room and closed the door behind him.

Tang Yingxue turned around, staring at the back of his head.

"You really shaved it? Why?"

Jiang Fan walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a sip from her red wine glass.

"To play Tang Monk. Director Yang Shuhua won't allow wigs."

Tang Yingxue walked over and stood in front of him.

She leaned down, reached out her right hand, and placed her palm on top of Jiang Fan's head.

It felt a bit prickly, but his head shape was very round, and it felt strangely comfortable to touch.

Tang Yingxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Fan looked up at her.

"Nothing." Tang Yingxue withdrew her hand. "It's just that... you really go all out for a role."

She paused and touched it again. "It feels pretty good."

Jiang Fan's gaze slid down from her face, landing on the collar of her wine-red silk bathrobe.

The belt was tied tightly, but the neckline was loose, and a thin black strap could be faintly seen below her collarbone.

Tang Yingxue felt her body tense up under his gaze.

She walked to the side, poured another glass of red wine, and took a sip while holding the glass.

"The audition is tomorrow, and Director Yang is so picky." Tang Yingxue walked back, holding the glass. "How about you give me some guidance?"

"This poor monk is, of course, happy to be of service."

Jiang Fan reached out, took the glass from her hand, and placed it on the coffee table.

His hand slid into the hem of her bathrobe.

Tang Yingxue pressed her legs together, trapping his hand.

Looking at Jiang Fan's bald head as he sat on the sofa, she couldn't help but want to laugh again.

"Elder Tang. Mind your status. Aren't you going to kneel down when you see me?"

Jiang Fan looked at her; this woman got into character quite quickly.

He didn't reply. With a flick of his wrist, he hooked his two fingers into the belt at her waist and pulled.

The wine-red silk bathrobe loosened and slid down her shoulders.

The black lace underneath was completely exposed.

Jiang Fan paused for a second.

The black thin straps digging into her fair skin created an extremely sharp contrast.

Tang Yingxue turned her face away, and her ears turned red instantly.

Jiang Fan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Every time he saw Tang Yingxue's clean, special physique, he couldn't help but lose control.

"This poor monk has come to obtain the scriptures, not to kneel."

His fingers hooked the edge of the lace and pulled it out slightly.

Tang Yingxue's breathing became ragged.

She bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling instinctively, and her legs went weak.

Jiang Fan didn't waste any more words.

He leaned down, and Tang Yingxue's body jolted, her whole person arching backward as the back of her head rested against the sofa back.

She didn't know where to put her hands, so she finally pressed them tightly against Jiang Fan's round, bald head.

Half an hour later, Tang Yingxue was lying on her side on the large sofa, the wine-red silk bathrobe crumpled in a heap at her waist.

Jiang Fan bent down, picked her up, and walked toward the bedroom.

Tang Yingxue rested her head on his shoulder, her voice soft.

"You're doing it again?"

"Just now in the living room was obtaining the scriptures; now, entering the bedroom is the main event."

Tang Yingxue was placed on the large bed in the presidential suite, and she pulled the quilt over herself to wrap up.

"I have an audition tomorrow; don't wear me out."

Jiang Fan lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped in.

"Director Yang values presence. As long as you maintain your status as one of The Four Heavenly Queens and sit there tomorrow, the role is yours."

Tang Yingxue looked at his bald head and reached out to touch it again.

"What about you? You're playing Tang Monk. Will Director Yang Shuhua let you pass?"

"I already passed." Jiang Fan reached out and pulled her over.

Tang Yingxue struggled symbolically a couple of times, the quilt was pulled away, and the black lace was once again exposed to the air.

"Jiang Fan, what else can you actually do?"

"The things I can do are things you won't be able to experience in a lifetime."

Jiang Fan pressed down on her shoulders and rolled on top of her.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

That limited edition lace set was completely ruined when the second round began.