Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

She gradually felt that her future was uncertain, as if no matter how hard she tried, she could not surpass Gu Manxi… During the afternoon shoot, Cao Yuezhi was once again severely criticized by Lu Shanhe.

Cao Yuezhi’s eyes were red.

Lu Shanhe frowned deeply. Seeing Cao Yuezhi’s red eyes, he realized that his tone seemed to be too harsh. Lu Shanhe waved his hand and softened his voice. “Forget it, you go back and rest first. Sleep early tonight, don’t stay up late.”

Cao Yuezhi did not say a word. Being “despised” by the person she liked made her heart throb.

After Cao Yuezhi left, Lu Shanhe rubbed his temples and sat down. Jiang Cheng made him a cup of flower tea.

Lu Shanhe sighed and took a sip of the tea to moisten his throat. He was extremely puzzled. “Cao Yuezhi’s acting is so unstable all the time. I remember working with her before. Her acting has always been very stable.”

Lu Shanhe, who pursued perfection, could not tolerate the slightest flaw in the production team.

He even had the intention of replacing Cao Yuezhi.

Anyway, Cao Yuezhi’s scenes hadn’t added up yet since they were still at the beginning of the film. It was still not too late to replace her now.

“Maybe she’s under too much pressure.” Jiang Cheng was an actor, so he knew the pressure of acting the best. Jiang Cheng said, “Ordinary actors can not handle Manxi’s acting. Manxi is quck to get into character and she would immerse herself in the character. I also feel pressure when acting with her.”

Lu Shanhe raised his head and exclaimed, “Argh!” He scratched his hair. “What the hell is up with the film industry now! Celebrities have no acting skills and no patience. They cry after saying a few words. They would rather spend their time and effort on dressing up than spend time honing their acting skills…”

Jiang Cheng let him grumble and did not forget to fill up a cup of hot tea for him.

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At the hotel, Cao Yuezhi could not fall asleep.

She got up and flipped through the script. After reading for a while, she crumpled the script into a ball and threw it under the bed.

Cao Yuezhi, who was in a depressed mood, wrapped herself with a coat and went downstairs. She planned to go to the restaurant to rest for a while and relax. The lights in the restaurant were soft and there were very few customers. Cao Yuezhi sat down by the window and smoothed out the crumpled script. She continued to study and memorize the lines under the light.

She had already tried her best to catch up to Gu Manxi, but she really could not catch up…

The script became more and more difficult to read.

The words on the script were getting blurry.

She could not help but think of the mocking gazes of the extras on the set, and the disdainful whispers…

“Manxi, have some porridge.”

The familiar voice brought Cao Yuezhi back to her senses. She looked up. Why did she hear Song Chen’s voice?

Cao Yuezhi looked around and saw a familiar figure behind a curtain. She was sitting in the corner of the room. It was quite hidden. As long as she did not make a sound, no one would notice her. But from this position, she could clearly see Gu Manxi and Song Chen sitting not far away.

Cao Yuezhi held her breath and her gaze fell on the two of them.

As expected, Gu Manxi hooked up with President Song… In the middle of the night, they were secretly meeting in an empty restaurant?

Song Chen said, “You didn’t rest well last night, and you’ve been filming all day today. Since you didn’t eat much for dinner, have some porridge now.”

Gu Manxi was reading the script. “Put the porridge down first. I still need to recite the lines.”

Cao Yuezhi secretly observed and listened to Gu Manxi’s tone when she spoke to Song Chen. She was rather impolite. Throughout the entire capital, Song Chen was a big shot who could stomp his feet and cause half of the capital to tremble. Who would dare to use such a cold tone to speak to him? Was she not afraid of Song Chen taking revenge?

However, to Cao Yuezhi’s surprise, Song Chen did not show the slightest bit of anger. Instead, he acted like a child and took Gu Manxi’s script. “You can read the script after eating your porridge.”