Chapter 277 - 265 Lushan Trip (Two in One)
When Tian Sangsang showed up at the train station carrying a mountain of bags, Zhao Chun and the others in front of her were equally burdened, exhausted like dogs.
Seeing her, Zhao Chun quickly dropped his own luggage, hurried over to help carry one of her bags, and exclaimed in surprise, "Why do you have so much stuff?" One of the bags, made of coarse cloth and resembling an ancient-style bundle, felt quite heavy when he hefted it.
Tian Sangsang watched as he effortlessly walked away with it, as if he were carrying a tiny chicken. Truly, men are stronger, even if he does have a bit of a pretty boy vibe—his strength is still greater than hers.
This is the difference between men and women.
"Sangsang!" Chen Wan also came over to grab the rest of her things.
"Aren’t you all the same?" Tian Sangsang glanced around at everyone.
Speaking of Zhao Chun’s film crew, it really was kind of odd. Most of them were self-funding the movie—not only paying their own way but also chipping in extra money to cover actor salaries, props, and other expenses.
Under the noble banner of "Four Seas and Eight Desolates," they’d gathered together for their shared passion. As long as they could make a good movie, they were willing to do whatever it took.
Even their train tickets were reimbursed out of their own wallets.
"But you’re different—you’re the female lead! Your salary, lodging, food, and clothing, we’ll take care of all of that for you," Zhao Chun muttered awkwardly.
"It’s enough that you have the thought," Tian Sangsang replied, touched. "Thanks, Comrade Zhao. I’ve read the script—the female lead has dozens of outfits. I have enough clothing on my own, so no need for you guys to cover it."
Yao Yu, utterly shocked, ran over as the first to comment, "Sangsang, where’d you get the clothes? The boss has been breaking his back worrying about outfits—pulling strings all over the place and even secretly..." Of course, when it comes to Sangsang, everything’s effortlessly breezy.
"Ahem!" Zhao Chun coughed coldly, cutting him off with a sideways glare.
"Secretly what?" Tian Sangsang shifted her gaze from Yao Yu to Zhao Chun.
Under her intense scrutiny, Zhao Chun’s fair face flushed bright red. He awkwardly turned his head away, "Nothing... Don’t listen to his nonsense. Since you have clothes, that’s great. But, uh, are your clothes fashionable?"
Turns out he’d secretly swiped a couple of his mother’s outfits and was still debating whether he should borrow some from Ji Yao’er. Thankfully, Tian Sangsang was prepared.
Right now, his bag contained only two sets of his mom’s clothes. There was no way he planned to bring them out again =.=
What kind of question was that? Everyone turned to look at Tian Sangsang; her outfit today was plenty fashionable. A sky-blue Chinese-style top with flowing sleeves, paired with a light-colored waist-cinching skirt. Her hair was pinned up with a sky-blue butterfly tassel hairpin, bright and striking, fresh and elegant.
"It’s nothing much. Last time I was promoting skincare products, I happened to meet someone from Hong Kong. I fixed her face, and since she’s well-connected in fashion, she lent me a hand when she heard I was in trouble."
"Someone from Hong Kong?" Chen Wan gasped, excitement bubbling in her voice. "I heard Hong Kong clothes are so beautiful! They mostly wear Western-style outfits. Sangsang, can I take a look at those clothes?"
"You’ll see them when we film."
"Okay!" Chen Wan clung to her arm, continuing to chatter. "Sangsang, I feel like I’ve gotten paler. Your essential oils really work wonders!"
"Oh?" Tian Sangsang raised Chen Wan’s chin, scrutinizing her closely, her eyes glinting thoughtfully.
Chen Wan grew increasingly nervous under the scrutiny, her heartbeat quickening uncontrollably.
"It’s not just ’I think,’ it’s definitely. You’ve absolutely gotten paler," Tian Sangsang said with a gentle smile.
Oh, stop it! You’re going to scare me half to death! That expression... Chen Wan bashfully bowed her head.
"Have an orange. Just bought these." Zhao Chun silently extended an orange, breaking the moment between them.
"Thanks." Tian Sangsang took the orange and peeled off a slice, suddenly recalling Zhou Zheng’s hands coated in orange-yellow juice the last time. She frowned slightly.
"Not a fan?" Zhao Chun asked.
"No." Her gaze fell to his clean hands as she replied, "Good thing you’re not the type to skip bringing toilet paper to the bathroom."
"What?" Zhao Chun blinked in confusion.
"What bathroom, what toilet paper?" Yao Yu stuffed a slice of orange into his mouth, his speech muffled as he chewed.
The memory of those hands, sticky with orange-yellow juice... Zhao Chun’s handsome face darkened, and he barked sharply, "Bring toilet paper!"
Yao Yu jumped in fright. "Boss, I’m not going to the bathroom, why would I need toilet paper?" He peeled another slice of orange and shoved it into his mouth, relishing the flavor with a bite.
A droplet of orange juice sprayed from his mouth.
"Ugh." Zhao Chun retreated to the side, his throat gagging on acidity.
"Oh dear~" Tian Sangsang patted his shoulder sympathetically, teasing him, "Pregnant? Here, have a bayberry—it’ll help with nausea."
Looking pitiful, Zhao Chun took the bayberry from her hand and chewed on it.
Then, suddenly straightening up... Wait... What’d she just say?