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Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me

One sunny day, Shen Jingwei, a Z-list actor, received an opportunity to attend an open-call audition the very next day. It was for the role of an antagonist in a new BL C-Drama, "Dance Of The Dragons", which was adapted from a novel of the same title. He agreed to join the audition due to several factors, among which his manager's threat to jump off the 20th floor, his dire need for money, and also the fact that his rank in the film industry could not go any lower. One look at the panel of judges made him want to turn on his heel to leave, but it was all too late. Because who would expect the poor Z-List actor to meet his mortal enemy/ex-boyfriend, Yan Renzhong, the A-List Actor responsible for his decline long before he even learned how to fly? ------------------ "You and I... are playing a couple of lovers, who will go on to get married and have children with each other." Shen Jingwei could sense blood coming up his throat. What was the point of saying it out loud, again? "Yes," he forced himself to agree nonetheless. Yan Renzhong pinned him with a stare. "We have unresolved issues from the past. I hope you won't let them affect your and my performance in the drama. Act the professional you are supposed to be." "..." "And don't call me 'Emperor Yan' anymore." Yan Renzhong left after delivering one blow after another, not even waiting to see if Shen Jingwei succumbed to his injuries or not. What? Whattt? Whattttttttt?

Lu_Shui · LGBT+
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314 Chs

Chapter 197 : The Scandal From Three Years Ago

Of the many people who frequented Paradise Hills every day, only a fraction was there to play golf earnestly. Most of the people enjoyed several casual rounds before retreating into a private setting to discuss business matters.

Shang Ruohai definitely belonged to the latter group.

But today, whatever the business matter he needed to deal with, deep lines were etched between his brows, refusing to go away.

When Shen Jingwei arrived, Yan Renzhong was out playing a round of golf with the others.

Shang Ruohai was lounging at the corner of a restaurant, with one of his legs crossed over his other one. He was wearing a set of stylish sportswear, all white save for the several black stripes adorning his outfit and his shoes. It was a stark contrast from his usual formal attire.

Sitting before him on a table was a cup of cold coffee and a plate of half-eaten croissant.