"Pei Yan, stop talking."
The girl's voice was soft, like a cotton ball soaked in water, spreading over Pei Yan's anger, extinguishing his blazing fury.
"Mm." Pei Yan's dissatisfaction dissolved, and he indeed shut his mouth.
After calming Pei Yan down, Su Zhiyi turned to Gu Yu: "President Gu, Director Zhou came to discuss the new script with me the day before yesterday. He asked for my opinion. The new script was the result of our careful discussion."
"I am very satisfied with the new script. It gives me more scenes and more screen time. I am very grateful to Director Zhou and the team for giving me this opportunity."
"President Gu, you should understand what I mean, right?"
Gu Yu was her fan. A fan couldn't possibly misunderstand her words.
As a fan, if their idol is a singer, they hope for more new songs and albums. If their idol is an actor, they hope for more roles and screen time.
Fans all want their beloved star's career to flourish.
Her fans all knew that although her professional skills were extremely poor, she had a strong career drive and her monthly work schedule was packed.
Being able to act with a film emperor and get more screen time was good for her.
Moreover, the star herself had agreed. As a fan, Gu Yu couldn't obstruct his favorite star's decision just out of selfishness.
After listening to Su Zhiyi, Gu Yu's anger seemed to be doused with ice water, extinguishing his fury toward Pei Yan. He calmed down, though his expression still looked terrible.
Meeting Su Zhiyi's sincere and earnest gaze, he ultimately couldn't resist her offensive.
He surrendered and made a concession.
"Then... the kissing scene can only be shot with a forced perspective."
Su Zhiyi let out a sigh of relief.
Pei Yan seemed dissatisfied with Gu Yu's concession. His handsome brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to retort, but Su Zhiyi stopped him.
Su Zhiyi leaned close to Pei Yan's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Alright, don't argue with him anymore. It's delaying the shooting schedule."
"It's just a forced perspective shot. On screen, won't we still look like we're kissing? Don't you think?"
"..." Pei Yan also compromised. "Fine."
He took a deep look at Gu Yu, who was glaring at him as if he were an enemy.
"I just don't know why he's so angry."
Pei Yan still didn't understand why Gu Yu was so furious when he learned about the romantic scenes between him and Su Zhiyi.
If the reason for Gu Yu's anger could be known to you, wouldn't that make the situation even more chaotic...
Su Zhiyi silently answered Pei Yan's question in her heart.
The atmosphere had been too tense earlier—a film emperor and an investor arguing over a kissing scene, making everyone extremely anxious.
Everyone was on edge, not daring to say much, just focusing on their work, praying that this forced-perspective kissing scene would pass in one take.
Seeing that a temporary peace had been reached, the director didn't dare to dawdle. He quickly called for Su Zhiyi and Pei Yan to start filming.
"Godfather, after all these years, do you still not understand my feelings?"
"Today, I am determined to tell you my feelings! And show you!"
Su Zhiyi knew where the cameras were and tried not to look at them.
She took Pei Yan's hand, squeezed out a tear from the corner of her eye, adjusted to the camera angle, and was about to lean in for a forced-perspective kiss on Pei Yan's lips.
"Cut!"
Their lips were just a few centimeters apart when a sudden angry male voice interrupted.
Everyone looked at Gu Yu.
The one who called "cut" wasn't the director; it was Gu Yu.
"Too close." Gu Yu gritted his teeth. "Move farther apart. Change the camera position to shoot the back of the head. That's enough. No need to get so close, and no need to shoot the side profile."
The cameraman didn't dare to defy Gu Yu's order and moved the camera behind Su Zhiyi's head.
From this position, even if Su Zhiyi and Pei Yan weren't actually kissing, as long as Su Zhiyi slightly tilted her head up and Pei Yan lowered his head, it would look like they were kissing.
Of course, the effect wasn't perfect.
The director wasn't satisfied with this camera angle either—it lacked any aesthetic appeal.
But since Gu Yu had spoken, he couldn't say anything, so he just called for Su Zhiyi and Pei Yan to start again.
"Cut."
"Cut."
"Cut."
Gu Yu, as if looking for faults, called "cut" ten times in a row. Once, before Su Zhiyi even had time to look up for the forced-perspective kiss, Gu Yu had already called "cut."
After the eleventh interruption, Pei Yan couldn't take it anymore.
Just as Gu Yu's "cut" was about to leave his mouth, Pei Yan grabbed Su Zhiyi's wrist, firmly gripping it. With his other hand, he pinched Su Zhiyi's chin, forcing her confused little face up.
He kissed the tempting red lips he had longed for.
Right in front of Gu Yu.