Obsessive Best Actor Begs for Mercy Entertainment Circle

Chapter 1

Art is pain; life is suffering.

(Art is pain, life is suffering.)

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This is the most beautiful sunset in Yancheng in nearly a week.

On the rooftop terrace of Zhonghao Media, a slender figure leans against the railing, gazing at the twilight.

He was so thin that you could clearly see his shoulder blades hidden under his white shirt from behind.

Her hair, which hadn't been styled in a long time, was casually tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and the stray hairs on her forehead directly covered her eyes, revealing her pale and thin chin.

Click.

A cheap lighter flickered and caught fire.

He brought the cigarette in his mouth closer to light it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled...

Then she clicked her tongue softly: "It hurts so much."

His tone was so calm, as if he were saying that a few more leaves had just fallen from the tree, with a hint of self-deprecation, but his hands gripping the railing were so strong that his knuckles were protruding.

The glass door was pushed open, and a seemingly refined young man hurriedly walked towards the man, his face full of worry.

"Teacher, are you alright?" The young man pushed up his round glasses and asked cautiously.

The man took one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out and saying, "So eager?"

The young man sighed helplessly, "The production company said we shouldn't waste Pei Shao's... cough, Mr. Pei's time." He pursed his lips, but still couldn't help saying, "Teacher Wen, I think we should just give up on this job! I really can't stand seeing you being chased and bullied by that idiot consultant that Pei Shao brought."

Hearing this in the twilight, Wen Yuhan chuckled softly and then asked, "Xiao Yang, did you bring me stomach medicine when you went out?"

"Oh, I brought it!" The person called Xiao Yang hurriedly took out a small white bottle from his pocket, poured out two pills, and handed them to Wen Yuhan.

Wen Yuhan took it and swallowed it without even drinking any water. Then she turned around and gestured with her chin towards Xiao Yang:

"Go back to the meeting."

“Teacher Wen!” Xiao Yang exclaimed instinctively, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “I always felt that Pei Shaocheng was deliberately making things difficult for you. To put it bluntly, he just wanted to replace the screenwriter with one of his own people. Why did you have to return the favor…”

The words "bringing shame upon himself" rolled to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

"If we leave now, are we going to be starving together tomorrow?" Wen Yuhan put his hands in his pockets, his tone relaxed. "At least we need to get this money back first."

Just then, a gust of wind happened to blow across the terrace.

The wisps of hair on Wen Yuhan's forehead were suddenly blown up by the wind, revealing a pair of smiling eyes hidden beneath.

Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, and her face involuntarily turned red.

He was about to try to persuade her again when he was startled by a tall figure that suddenly appeared behind Wen Yuhan.

"Pei... Pei...?"

Almost simultaneously, Wen Yuhan's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head, intending to slip into the room along the wall, but he only felt his arm being grabbed and pulled backward.

"Teacher Wen," a deep voice came from above, "you've been smoking for way too long."

Xiao Yang was terrified by Pei Shaocheng's offensive behavior and mustered up her courage to pull his hand away.

"Mr. Pei, Professor Wen, he..."

"Xiao Yang," Wen Yuhan said calmly to Pei Shaocheng, "you go back to the conference room first."

"Teacher Wen!"

"Go."

Xiao Yang frowned, glancing at Wen Yuhan and then at Pei Shaocheng. Finally, he nodded warily, then turned and hesitantly entered the revolving door.

For a moment, only Wen Yuhan and Pei Shaocheng remained on the terrace.

Wen Yuhan stopped smiling and narrowed her eyes at the other person: "There's a camera right above your head."

"Is that your new bed partner?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Wen Yuhan was slightly taken aback, a hint of anger flashing across his face. But that expression only lasted a moment before he quickly returned to calm.

He closed his eyes and smiled, and when he opened them again, his eyes were once again filled with the cunning and flirtatiousness that Pei Shaocheng remembered.

“Those of us who are involved in art need to keep ourselves in a state of excitement at all times.” Wen Yuhan paused, her voice rising at the end, “I’ve told you that before, haven’t I?”

Pei Shaocheng remained expressionless, but the force in his hand unconsciously increased.

Wen Yuhan frowned slightly as the other man gripped his hand so tightly, feeling as if his bones were about to be crushed. Yet, he remained calm as he met the other man's dark eyes.

He knew that Pei Shaocheng was angry.

However, just when Wen Yuhan thought she was about to be thrown off balance, Pei Shaocheng slowly loosened his grip.

He took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, lit it calmly, but still blocked the door, showing no intention of letting Wen Yuhan leave.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Pei Shaocheng said.

"You've changed quite a bit." Wen Yuhan straightened his wrinkled shirt and said casually, "The Pei Shaocheng of the past wouldn't have pried into other people's private lives like this... I mean, you didn't really come out for a smoke, did you?"

Pei Shaocheng exhaled a puff of smoke but did not reply.

“Mr. Pei…” Wen Yuhan felt a little tired, but patiently said, “You know the film and television industry has been sluggish in the past two years. To be honest, I went through a lot of trouble to win this project, and we went through three rounds of pitching alone… Do you have to make things so difficult for me?”

"When did you fall so low that you have to compete with others for food?" Pei Shaocheng scrutinized Wen Yuhan and said slowly, "It seems you didn't hold on to the powerful figures you had back then."

Wen Yuhan chuckled, only finishing the first half of his sentence, "Nonsense, if you're really starving, even handouts taste delicious." As he spoke, he reached for the cig

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