Chapter 164: Give Some Advice

Seeing Li Luo's behavior.

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao chewed on her greens, feeling delightfully satisfied inside.

At the very least.

Knowing this guy cared about her, to some degree, was enough for her.

"Who?"

Li Luo swallowed his rice and raised an eyebrow to ask.

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao was quite good-looking; though her figure wasn't explosive, it was still curvy and well-proportioned, especially after her own continuous development, some areas had grown even larger.

With shoes on, she stood over one meter seventy.

Her long legs.

Were especially intoxicating.

It was only natural she attracted attention.

But he wouldn't tolerate anyone reaching into his territory to steal food—this girl was now obediently under his thumb, and honestly, he found her very useful.

As for whether Bian Bian Xiaoxiao would cause trouble again.

There was still a possibility.

But the likelihood had dropped to almost nothing.

After years of mixing around, Li Luo now saw things clearly: in this circle, when drama erupted, there might be personal grudges, but mostly it was due to conflicts of interest.

No background, no connections.

Then the simplest, quickest way to rise up was to pull off something big.

If you succeeded, you'd become famous.

If you failed.

Even black fame was fame.

Now that he stood behind her, he believed Bian Bian Xiaoxiao wouldn't do anything stupid again—she was probably too busy protecting her reputation.

"Yu Ge."

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao ate her lunch, stealing a quick glance inside.

Hearing this,

Li Luo also looked toward the large break room.

He met a smiling face—Liu Liu Hengyu first nodded at him, then shifted his gaze to Bian Bian Xiaoxiao; they were all men, and some things were obvious at a glance.

The guy did have some interest in her.

"In the next few days."

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao smiled back and continued: "Yu Ge has always taken care of me; I didn't think much of it at first."

"But then he bought me snacks, took me out to eat…"

"What should I do now?"

Listening to her account, Li Luo slowly chewed his chicken leg.

Though he played a sinister, ruthless character on screen, Liu Liu Hengyu the actor was actually gentle and rarely lost his temper on set.

He had good relations with everyone.

Li Luo got along well with him too.

But no matter how good their relationship, he wouldn't hand this over.

Because they'd deliberately avoided suspicion on set, everyone assumed they were just classmates—Liu Liu Hengyu probably thought normal courtship wasn't a big deal.

"Hmm."

After thinking, Li Luo scraped the last few grains of rice from his bowl: "What else can you do? Just tell him you're taken."

That's enough to make him back off.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be complicated.

"Who's the one?"

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao looked at Li Luo with a teasing gaze and said pointedly: "Should I tell him I have a boyfriend?"

"Fine, fine."

Noticing Li Luo's silence, she quickly found an excuse:

"It was just a joke—why get mad over that?"

A casual remark about not being single wouldn't solve anything—he'd called her out specifically. Bian Bian Xiaoxiao's motive was obvious: she wanted to show off.

In plain terms, she wanted likes, attention, votes—nothing more.

That little scheme? Who didn't see through it?

"Forget it. Don't say anything."

Li Luo put down his chopsticks and glared at her sharply: "Don't bother me during meals again."

He dropped the words.

Taking advantage of no one being around,

He slapped her ass.

The sharp crack made Bian Bian Xiaoxiao beam with joy; the only one who noticed was Liu Liu Hengyu, whose heart skipped.

That kind of gesture wasn't something ordinary classmates would do.

And he did it right in front of him.

Some things didn't need to be said anymore!

After the slap, Li Luo walked away calmly. Overthinking was pointless—this was clean and efficient. He had no patience for slowly dealing with such nonsense.

Her ass stung, but Bian Bian Xiaoxiao felt no displeasure.

She grinned broadly.

He'd scolded her, yet still comforted her with action—she was perfectly satisfied.

She laughed.

But Liu Liu Hengyu felt uneasy.

If you asked anyone with good connections who was the first person you couldn't afford to offend on the set of Divine Doctor and Heroine, everyone knew it was Jia Jing. But the second? Undoubtedly Li Luo.

The incident a few days ago had caused a huge stir—Li Luo had directly confronted powerful figures.

And walked away with full honor intact.

Such power wasn't something an ordinary person could afford to anger.

Liu Liu Hengyu silently cursed himself, but then thought: he'd only been kind to Bian Bian Xiaoxiao—no out-of-line actions. Li Luo wouldn't do anything to him over this.

After a moment's thought, he set down his meal box.

Forced a smile toward Bian Bian Xiaoxiao, he strode toward the small break room.

How should he handle this?

Bian Bian Xiaoxiao knew she should politely refuse.

But she mainly wanted to show off to Li Luo—she just hadn't expected him to slap her so directly.

Seeing Liu Liu Hengyu's expression,

She felt a twinge of guilt.

"Luo Ge."

Li Luo had just sat down when the call came.

"Yu Ge," he smiled up and gestured to the chair beside him: "Perfect timing—I need to run lines with you this afternoon. We shouldn't stick to just one acting style."

"Sometimes switching up the performance works better."

"Exactly, exactly."

Liu Liu Hengyu exhaled in relief and sat down cautiously beside him: "You're absolutely right—we need a different approach."

He couldn't afford to be careless.

In this circle, the biggest taboo was targeting someone you shouldn't.

In this industry, close classmates helping each other get roles was normal; no one assumed they had to be lovers or secretly intimate.

So he hadn't thought of it that way.

Fortunately, Li Luo had only hinted—this gesture had preserved his dignity, so he relaxed.

In this circle,

Everyone was sharp; picking up on implied meaning wasn't hard.

But Jia Jing nearby was utterly confused—they didn't even have a scene together this afternoon!

She Landeguan these two playing mind games.

She frowned.

Looked out toward the distance.

Because of Li Luo's earlier incident, Wu Dun had been visiting the set these past few days.

It was normal for an investor to check progress—but his personal secretary was always by his side, constantly flashing off his power, making her furious.

She'd voiced complaints to Wu Dun.

He told her not to worry about it—just focus on acting.

But this situation,

How could she stay calm?

Jia Jing clenched her palm in frustration, unable to roll her eyes—she'd already gone that far, yet still paraded around with some floozy, didn't she fear she'd give herself some kind of problem?

The afternoon arrived, and Li Luo lounged with one leg crossed over the other.

He glanced sideways at Gao Gao Yuanyuan.

Inside, he chuckled, already planning what tricks to try tonight to earn even more rewards.

That look.

Made Gao Gao Yuanyuan squirm in her seat.

The actor's chair creaked under her restless twisting.

As the saying goes, once you've tasted the marrow, you crave more.

Now, Sister Yuan was both frightened and eager, her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed as she shot a glare sideways—making Li Luo chuckle quietly.

He loved seeing women like this.

It was just like going out to a karaoke bar.

The most thrilling part wasn't when you pulled a woman into your arms, but when you stared wide-eyed at the door, wondering what kind of beauty—slender or curvaceous—would appear next.

The moment of anticipation was often the most intoxicating.

"Sister Jia Jingwen, Brother Luo."

A shadow flashed in—the assistant director walked in holding a script, speaking apologetically: "The set for the trap mechanism is finished. Director Lai wants to shoot that scene as soon as possible."

"Could you two two stay late tonight?"

"No problem."

Though inwardly disappointed, Li Luo still took the paper from him: "Is this the scene where Jia Jingwen and I get trapped in the secret room?"

Some scenes required last-minute adjustments to the shooting schedule.

At such times,

actors had to work overtime.

For ordinary actors, a crew member could just send a message—but for main cast, the assistant director had to come in person. Of course, once the shooting plan was finalized, refusal wasn't an option.

Sending the assistant director was merely a sign of respect.

"That's right."

The assistant director nodded, then turned to Jia Jing, who had also taken the script: "Thanks for your hard work tonight!"

The matter was settled.

He quickly left the dressing room.

While Jia Jing wasn't looking, Li Luo shrugged helplessly at the pouting Gao Gao Yuanyuan and flipped through the new script pages. Even though he'd read the full script, it still contained countless details.

When it came time to shoot, he'd need to review them again.

Also, to save time, the crew sometimes printed out relevant scenes and distributed them to actors with parts.

That's why you often saw actors on set muttering to themselves while holding a few sheets of paper.

No matter how well memorized, you still needed to sharpen your edge.

As he read,

Li Luo couldn't help scratching his cheek.

"Just as the two fell into the secret room and were at their wits' end, the mechanism suddenly activated—the stone walls on either side began slowly closing in. Liu Huo Xuan and Chunyu Chunyu Tiying panicked and scrambled to slow the mechanism."

"But against the mechanism's power, their efforts were useless."

"Fortunately, at the last moment, the wooden box that had fallen to the ground and their waist swords jammed the stone walls, leaving just enough space for them to survive."

"The space was so narrow that the two faced each other, their bodies pressed tightly together."

Seeing this, Li Luo's fingers twitched slightly.

His eyes darted—and met Jia Jing's gaze as she looked over.

"Hahaha."

Both burst into awkward laughter.

"Green Willow Manor."

They blurted it out simultaneously, laughter erupting together.

"Don't you dare scratch me!!!"

Jia Jing snapped her smile away and warned sharply: "If you dare act up, I won't let you off easy!"

The scene they'd shoot tonight,

in Li Luo's eyes, was a variant of the Green Willow Manor scene from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber—same two people trapped in a secret room, only this time crushed together by stone walls.

"But there's no such scene."

Li Luo stood up with the pages in hand, waving toward the door: "Pfft, like I'd want to scratch your stinky feet!"

Hearing this, Jia Jing angrily rolled up her sleeves.

She glanced around.

Then bit her lip and hurled a roll of tissue at the back of Li Luo's head.

Gao Gao Yuanyuan burst into laughter.

Stepping out of the dressing room, Li Luo headed straight for the monitor station. Wu Dun was chatting with Lai Lai Shuiqing, and the voluptuous female secretary sat beside them, her yellow strapless tank top barely clinging on.

One-third of her back was exposed, smooth and pale.

Such a sight.

Yet not a single crew member dared stare—even glancing quickly past was considered bold!

"Brother Wu, Director Lai."

In public, Li Luo spoke formally. He tore his gaze from the deep cleavage and turned to Wu Dun, who wore gold-rimmed glasses: "Sorry to interrupt. Could I have a moment of your time?"

Wu Dun immediately stood and walked aside with Li Luo.

All of this,

was watched from inside the dressing room by Jia Jing.

"It's like this."

Li Luo handed Wu Dun the script, dead serious: "Brother Wu, take a look—any problems with this shooting? I don't quite get it. Maybe you could give me some advice."

That was new.

This was their second collaboration, yet the first time he'd ever asked Wu Dun for advice on acting.

Wu Dun blinked, thinking something major was wrong.

He quickly flipped through the script.

Soon, a smile curled his lips—he slapped the script back onto Li Luo's chest: "You sneaky little devil. If it's in the shooting plan, I already knew about it."

This script excerpt was far more detailed than the original.

The original only listed scenes, dialogue, and character emotions—but here, there were specific action descriptions.

For example: face-to-face contact.

For example: the two squeezed tightly together.

To shoot this way, Lai Lai Shuiqing must have discussed it with Wu Dun. But even if they discussed it, Li Luo felt he had to ask—both out of propriety and to make his stance clear.

"Alright, good."

Li Luo smiled, dropping the pretense.

"Don't overthink it."

Wu Dun adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, dismissive: "Shoot however you want. My only requirement is that you act well and deliver the effect."

"I know you're friends with Jia Jingwen."

He patted Li Luo's shoulder, his tone heavy: "But have you forgotten what I told you before? Sometimes, making money is the only real thing."

"Do you know how many actors, singers, models—big and small—want to climb into my bed every year?"

"Don't take women too seriously. I still say: if you build your career and your business, even if you try to push them away, they'll keep coming to you."

Don't place too much importance on women—I still say this: as long as you focus on your career and run your business well, some things will keep flowing toward you even if you try to push them away.

"Don't want to add pressure."

"Just act well."

With a rapid-fire speech, Wu Dun waved and returned to the monitor station.

Only Li Luo remained standing.

He gently tapped the script.

This older brother's views were as extreme as ever—but he couldn't deny, the man was damn right.

This older brother's views are as extreme as ever, but I have to say, they're damn right!