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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?

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Chapter 179 : The Mark Of A True Actor (1)

When Shen Jingwei returned home that evening, darkness had fallen outside. The house was dimly lit, with only a few lights scattered along the walls.

"Yan Renzhong...?" He called out gingerly.

"Over here," came the reply from the pool area.

Shen Jingwei tossed his bag onto the living room couch and stepped out.

Right at the balcony, a small dining table was set for two. It was adorned with a white linen tablecloth and a centerpiece of flickering candles.

Two wine glasses, each filled with a deep red liquid, stood beside two covered plates and silver cutlery.

Yan Renzhong leaned against the balcony railing, a bottle of wine cradled in his hand, his gaze fixed on Shen Jingwei.

"Hello, Jingbao," he tilted his head to the side with a smile. "Care for some romantic dinner? What's wrong?"

His tone quickly changed when he saw the look on Shen Jingwei's face.

"Oh..."

Shen Jingwei hurriedly whipped up a broken smile.