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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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Chapter 59 : Shen Jingwei Was Stuck

Shen Jingwei sat on the bed, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his head atop his knees.

Dark clouds hung above his head, painting him into the very picture of gloom.

As he locked himself up in his hotel room, people kept coming to check up on him.

Zhu Dongyi was kind enough to intercept them, allowing Shen Jingwei some respite from explaining himself.

His phone kept ringing with messages, phone calls, and notifications. 

At one point, he decided to turn it completely off and toss it aside.

He did not want to talk to anyone.

He just wanted to be alone.

Two days had already passed since his breakdown on the set.

He had pulled himself together almost immediately, demanding a re-take.

"I can do it," he said despite his tear-streaked face. "I can do it, please let me do it."

They let him, but he failed every time.