Taming a Wild Rose - Chapter 7 Part 2

In the final scene, his character was given poison and the male lead arrived just in time to witness his demise.

The demon lord leisurely drank the poison and looked up coldly at the male lead who had come to see him for the last time. Even as the poison burned through his insides, causing him pain all over, he only trembled slightly, his back remaining straight, and his expression arrogant and disdainful.

Under the male lead’s judging gaze, he merely scoffed, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, eyes filled with mockery, until his consciousness finally faded away. He was still that proud man he once was.

With a “cut”, Li Ji’s scene officially concluded. Before he could react, Sheng Zhao had already jogged over to hand him water, her eyes shining brightly. “Your performance was exceptional. You are really talented. Have some water.”

Li Ji took the water handed to him, paused slightly, then slowly turned to look at Sheng Zhao, gently flicking out his sharp fangs dyed red by the fake blood on his tongue.

His tongue was still moist and soft, carrying traces of blood, yet his face remained impassive, clearly conveying to Sheng Zhao—

Idiot, my mouth is full of blood. I can’t drink water.

But Sheng Zhao didn’t immediately understand his gesture, she stared blankly at Li Ji’s soft and moist tongue before suddenly recalling Duan Jingrui’s tongue piercing.

If Li Ji had a tongue piercing…he might look good.

Just as Sheng Zhao realised this, the director walked over to them with a smile, praising Li Ji while her gaze remained fixed on his face, filled with possessive affection. “Xiao Li, you’re the most talented actor I’ve ever seen.”

…How many people had she said that to already? Perhaps every good-looking person got the same line.

Li Ji was used to these words of flattery, so he internally rolled his eyes, suppressing his irritation and annoyance, then humbly shook his head.

“Miss Sheng… Xiao Li, you must come to the celebration banquet tonight.” The director paused briefly, unwilling to look away from Li Ji’s face.

The ancient drama had officially wrapped its production, and the celebration banquet would be held that evening. This project had received significant investment, and the director was also renowned, so the banquet was naturally set in a luxurious hotel.

Upon entering, Li Ji found himself dazzled by the surroundings.

In contrast, Sheng Zhao seemed unfazed, even going so far as to lead Li Ji through the space like a guide. Li Ji paused for a moment, then asked directly, “Are you very familiar with this place?”

Sheng Zhao’s smile stiffened slightly as she said with a grin, “I am your manager, so of course I’ve done some research on this place beforehand.”

Li Ji concealed the emotions in his eyes and did not say much. The clothes he was wearing were not branded, but they were close-fitting and looked good on him. They did not lose out to luxury brands. The male lead was a popular actor with a handsome and well-behaved face. He had acted in many scenes with Li Ji, but for some reason, he did not like him.

It was probably because Li Ji’s appearance was very aggressive, with a kind of oppressive beauty. They were afraid that they would steal his limelight when the two of them were broadcasted.

He looked at Li Ji’s unbranded clothes and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes. How did such a poor man get into the crew?

Then he noticed how the director often shifted the conversation back toward Li Ji, realising the truth; the director had taken up a sponsor relationship with the young man.

He truly couldn’t stand men who relied solely on their bodies for success. Even Sheng Zhao, who was beside him, was not pleasing to the eye.

The director still couldn’t tear her gaze away from Li Ji. She took a sip of wine and laughed as she said loudly. “Xiao Li, do you have any interest in my next project? You’d make a great second male lead!”

The male lead frowned slightly, displeased by these words. Was Li Ji really able to leap straight to stardom after just one role? This sly fox sure knew how to charm people.

Bai Xingxing still toasted the director and couldn’t help but say, “Director Li, Xiao Li is only acting in his first film and you’ve already decided on his next film?

You really like him. Xiao Li is really lucky. I don’t know where this came from … ”

Li Ji’s expression froze momentarily.

His words were full of contempt for Li Ji for relying on his body to get to the top. Even if he couldn’t stop him from being the second male lead, he still had to disgust Li Ji. Everyone in the crew had a tacit understanding and understood what he meant.

The director’s face flushed red as she laughed, attempting to continue joking around, but when she saw Sheng Zhao beside Li Ji, who was smiling with eyes deep and mysterious, she shuddered.

“What are you talking about? Wasn’t it Xiao Li’s talent that impressed me? Don’t be ridiculous!” she rebuked sharply.

Bai Xingxing’s smile couldn’t last any longer, so he lowered his head to drink, hiding his emotions while silently cursing within his heart.

Old pervert.

After saying this, the director reluctantly withdrew her greedy and yearning gaze from Li Ji, then turned favourably toward Sheng Zhao with a somewhat flattering look before raising her cup again. She loudly declared, “If it weren’t for Miss… Sheng, I wouldn’t have been able to meet such an outstanding newcomer like Xiao Li. Let’s toast to Miss Sheng!”

Sheng Zhao paused momentarily before raising her cup and downing it all with a grin.

…That’s right, she passed out after one glass.

Li Ji sensed that something was wrong with Sheng Zhao’s state. In a flash, he saw that Sheng Zhao, who had been very sober just a moment ago, was blushing and rubbing her head dizzily. She smiled and said, “Li Ji, I’m feeling a little dizzy, but why do you have three heads…”

Li Ji:…

He disliked this noisy scene where everyone drank and chatted so much, so he grabbed Sheng Zhao and prepared to leave, saying goodbye to the director.

Sheng Zhao leaned on him dizzily, drunk. The director hastily stood up, clutching Li Ji’s hand, reeking of alcohol. Li Ji frowned instinctively at the overpowering scent. “Xiao Li, don’t rush off just yet. I’ll get someone to take Miss Sheng upstairs to sleep. You stay here and drink with us for a while.”

Her hands groped toward Li Ji’s, but Li Ji pulled away expressionlessly. “No need.” He left with Sheng Zhao still in his arms.

The director watched Li Ji depart, her expression darkening. She muttered under her breath, “Stupid b*tch, you’re still so virtuous after selling yourself to President Sheng. Isn’t it the same as selling yourself to me…”

…

Sheng Zhao felt dizzy, as if floating helplessly in a turbulent sea, but her body felt limp and soft, but she vaguely sensed a gust of cold wind. She shivered slightly before opening her eyes—

She saw him sitting on the windowsill, dressed only in a loose white shirt and pants, his legs crossed casually over each other. The window was open, allowing the breeze to blow against his body while the hazy moonlight illuminated his handsome, tranquil face.

He held a cigarette between his fingertips and crossed his legs. His whole body was calm and relaxed, and his eyes were piercing beneath the glow of the moonlight.

His voice was a little hoarse from smoking. He murmured in a low voice, “Why do you have this villa?”

“Why did you know exactly where to find the hotel room?”

His eyes were calm and there was even a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

“Why did that director want to rip my clothes off so badly, yet become strangely courteous the moment he laid eyes on you?”

“Why would a famous director toast to an agent?”

It was rare for Li Ji to not avoid Sheng Zhao while smoking, instead exhaling a cloud of smoke around her. The faint mist enveloped his elegant face, obscuring it behind a veil of haze.

His expression was indifferent, almost as if he were whispering to Sheng Zhao, his voice low and raspy, “Why… Miss Sheng?”

In the final scene, his character was given poison and the male lead arrived just in time to witness his demise.

The demon lord leisurely drank the poison and looked up coldly at the male lead who had come to see him for the last time. Even as the poison burned through his insides, causing him pain all over, he only trembled slightly, his back remaining straight, and his expression arrogant and disdainful.

Under the male lead’s judging gaze, he merely scoffed, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, eyes filled with mockery, until his consciousness finally faded away. He was still that proud man he once was.

With a “cut”, Li Ji’s scene officially concluded. Before he could react, Sheng Zhao had already jogged over to hand him water, her eyes shining brightly. “Your performance was exceptional. You are really talented. Have some water.”

Li Ji took the water handed to him, paused slightly, then slowly turned to look at Sheng Zhao, gently flicking out his sharp fangs dyed red by the fake blood on his tongue.

His tongue was still moist and soft, carrying traces of blood, yet his face remained impassive, clearly conveying to Sheng Zhao—

Idiot, my mouth is full of blood. I can’t drink water.

But Sheng Zhao didn’t immediately understand his gesture, she stared blankly at Li Ji’s soft and moist tongue before suddenly recalling Duan Jingrui’s tongue piercing.

If Li Ji had a tongue piercing…he might look good.

Just as Sheng Zhao realised this, the director walked over to them with a smile, praising Li Ji while her gaze remained fixed on his face, filled with possessive affection. “Xiao Li, you’re the most talented actor I’ve ever seen.”

…How many people had she said that to already? Perhaps every good-looking person got the same line.

Li Ji was used to these words of flattery, so he internally rolled his eyes, suppressing his irritation and annoyance, then humbly shook his head.

“Miss Sheng… Xiao Li, you must come to the celebration banquet tonight.” The director paused briefly, unwilling to look away from Li Ji’s face.

The ancient drama had officially wrapped its production, and the celebration banquet would be held that evening. This project had received significant investment, and the director was also renowned, so the banquet was naturally set in a luxurious hotel.

Upon entering, Li Ji found himself dazzled by the surroundings.

In contrast, Sheng Zhao seemed unfazed, even going so far as to lead Li Ji through the space like a guide. Li Ji paused for a moment, then asked directly, “Are you very familiar with this place?”

Sheng Zhao’s smile stiffened slightly as she said with a grin, “I am your manager, so of course I’ve done some research on this place beforehand.”

Li Ji concealed the emotions in his eyes and did not say much. The clothes he was wearing were not branded, but they were close-fitting and looked good on him. They did not lose out to luxury brands. The male lead was a popular actor with a handsome and well-behaved face. He had acted in many scenes with Li Ji, but for some reason, he did not like him.

It was probably because Li Ji’s appearance was very aggressive, with a kind of oppressive beauty. They were afraid that they would steal his limelight when the two of them were broadcasted.

He looked at Li Ji’s unbranded clothes and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes. How did such a poor man get into the crew?

Then he noticed how the director often shifted the conversation back toward Li Ji, realising the truth; the director had taken up a sponsor relationship with the young man.

He truly couldn’t stand men who relied solely on their bodies for success. Even Sheng Zhao, who was beside him, was not pleasing to the eye.

The director still couldn’t tear her gaze away from Li Ji. She took a sip of wine and laughed as she said loudly. “Xiao Li, do you have any interest in my next project? You’d make a great second male lead!”

The male lead frowned slightly, displeased by these words. Was Li Ji really able to leap straight to stardom after just one role? This sly fox sure knew how to charm people.

Bai Xingxing still toasted the director and couldn’t help but say, “Director Li, Xiao Li is only acting in his first film and you’ve already decided on his next film?

You really like him. Xiao Li is really lucky. I don’t know where this came from … ”

Li Ji’s expression froze momentarily.

His words were full of contempt for Li Ji for relying on his body to get to the top. Even if he couldn’t stop him from being the second male lead, he still had to disgust Li Ji. Everyone in the crew had a tacit understanding and understood what he meant.

The director’s face flushed red as she laughed, attempting to continue joking around, but when she saw Sheng Zhao beside Li Ji, who was smiling with eyes deep and mysterious, she shuddered.

“What are you talking about? Wasn’t it Xiao Li’s talent that impressed me? Don’t be ridiculous!” she rebuked sharply.

Bai Xingxing’s smile couldn’t last any longer, so he lowered his head to drink, hiding his emotions while silently cursing within his heart.

Old pervert.

After saying this, the director reluctantly withdrew her greedy and yearning gaze from Li Ji, then turned favourably toward Sheng Zhao with a somewhat flattering look before raising her cup again. She loudly declared, “If it weren’t for Miss… Sheng, I wouldn’t have been able to meet such an outstanding newcomer like Xiao Li. Let’s toast to Miss Sheng!”

Sheng Zhao paused momentarily before raising her cup and downing it all with a grin.

…That’s right, she passed out after one glass.

Li Ji sensed that something was wrong with Sheng Zhao’s state. In a flash, he saw that Sheng Zhao, who had been very sober just a moment ago, was blushing and rubbing her head dizzily. She smiled and said, “Li Ji, I’m feeling a little dizzy, but why do you have three heads…”

Li Ji:…

He disliked this noisy scene where everyone drank and chatted so much, so he grabbed Sheng Zhao and prepared to leave, saying goodbye to the director.

Sheng Zhao leaned on him dizzily, drunk. The director hastily stood up, clutching Li Ji’s hand, reeking of alcohol. Li Ji frowned instinctively at the overpowering scent. “Xiao Li, don’t rush off just yet. I’ll get someone to take Miss Sheng upstairs to sleep. You stay here and drink with us for a while.”

Her hands groped toward Li Ji’s, but Li Ji pulled away expressionlessly. “No need.” He left with Sheng Zhao still in his arms.

The director watched Li Ji depart, her expression darkening. She muttered under her breath, “Stupid b*tch, you’re still so virtuous after selling yourself to President Sheng. Isn’t it the same as selling yourself to me…”

…

Sheng Zhao felt dizzy, as if floating helplessly in a turbulent sea, but her body felt limp and soft, but she vaguely sensed a gust of cold wind. She shivered slightly before opening her eyes—

She saw him sitting on the windowsill, dressed only in a loose white shirt and pants, his legs crossed casually over each other. The window was open, allowing the breeze to blow against his body while the hazy moonlight illuminated his handsome, tranquil face.

He held a cigarette between his fingertips and crossed his legs. His whole body was calm and relaxed, and his eyes were piercing beneath the glow of the moonlight.

His voice was a little hoarse from smoking. He murmured in a low voice, “Why do you have this villa?”

“Why did you know exactly where to find the hotel room?”

His eyes were calm and there was even a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

“Why did that director want to rip my clothes off so badly, yet become strangely courteous the moment he laid eyes on you?”

“Why would a famous director toast to an agent?”

It was rare for Li Ji to not avoid Sheng Zhao while smoking, instead exhaling a cloud of smoke around her. The faint mist enveloped his elegant face, obscuring it behind a veil of haze.

His expression was indifferent, almost as if he were whispering to Sheng Zhao, his voice low and raspy, “Why… Miss Sheng?”