Chapter 1091: The Gentle Neighbor's Drama Queen Sweetheart 19

Brother Yu, lift your head and look at me for a moment.

The makeup artist, a young girl, called out; Zhongyu Yu lifted her head, the cleansing cotton wiped off her lipstick, then a thin layer of powder was applied, pressing down her natural flush.

The upcoming shot is a close‑up of the face; the lip makeup should be a bit lighter than before.

Let me do it.

Jin Chen said suddenly.

The young girl blinked, "You… you can do makeup?"

I'll give it a try.

Oh, okay." She handed the lip brush and lipstick to Jin Chen, without a hint of hesitation.

Zhongyu Yu's face was gently lifted by two fingers, hooking her chin.

He obediently kept his pose and smiled, "What if I mess it up?"

With your face holding up here, even if my technique is terrible, it won't turn out ugly.

Jin Chen said, lightly dabbing the lip brush stained with lipstick, as if afraid to use too much force, so gentle it was unbearable.

Instead, it made Zhongyu Yu feel a little itchy; her long lashes trembled, and she resisted pressing her lips together.

With just a few strokes, her red lips looked as if stained with rose‑colored blood; when she lifted her gaze, her brows and eyes held myriad charms.

I don't know whether Jin Chen did it on purpose or Zhongyu Yu couldn't control the itch, but as the lipstick was nearly finished, the brush smudged a bit onto the edge of her lips.

The makeup girl was about to hand over a cotton swab, but saw Jin Chen already reach out to wipe it away, his fingertip rubbing below her red lips.

Zhongyu Yu lowered her eyes, her ear tips reddening to an absurd degree.

All right…

He reached out to push Jin Chen's chest, his voice trembling slightly, "If you rub any more, the makeup will smudge again."

Probably because the atmosphere just now was too intense, Zhongyu Yu's eyes filled with feeling, and she easily slipped into role, giving a coquettish glance at the standing man.

Very beautiful.

Jin Chen curled his finger and lightly scraped her nose tip, his voice low and husky.

Especially beautiful.

Zhongyu Yu accepted the praise with a clear conscience, humming twice. "Of course."

The final shoot still required Jin Chen's cooperation.

The assistant even pulled a dark‑colored outer coat from a large luggage box and had Jin Chen wear it over his loungewear.

In a moment the camera will move from the left shoulder forward; Mr. Jin only needs to record this little bit.

The little assistant gestured, her eyes growing more and more sentimental.

We had filmed at home before; that person surnamed Xue—never mind cooperating with the shoot, when he helped Brother Yu tidy her clothes, his gaze was just… staring at something, basically sick.

Okay, start." The photographer began shooting.

Jin Chen stood with his hands behind his back, listening through a screen to the person on stage singing opera.

That former rival, dressed in an opera robe, became as supple as water, singing of falling crabapple blossoms, her tone both coquettish and alluring.

They frequently locked eyes, and Jin Chen's gaze never changed.

Incomprehension and heartache, plus an inner struggle.

When the piece ended, the final note faded like withered plants, all things decaying.

That thread of sorrow sang until the audience dispersed, and as Jin Chen walked to the front of the stage, his resolve grew firmer.

Zhongyu Yu flicked her water sleeves, waving at him—seemingly a teasing gesture, more like a secret confession of her feelings.

"Do you really want to take me away?" Her voice, without the singing timbre, was slightly hoarse, like an old ailment that had settled after night‑long chanting.

"I'll take you away."

He hesitated no longer, reaching out his hand to the person on stage.

"If I don't take you away today, I'll only worry day and night, worrying whether you'll catch cold from the chill, whether you'll be trapped in gloomy unhappiness."

This line was written by Zhongyu Yu.

The script was written before I met Jin Chen; back then, thinking of this line, I wanted to use it to express my own redemption.

But today, spoken from Jin Chen's mouth, it fits perfectly.

The male lead onstage chuckled lightly, waved his water sleeves again, feigning a face‑covering sob, "But if you take me away, then later, when you grow weary and early winter turns cold, won't I end up wandering the streets?"

The line Jin Chen should have responded with next was: "At least I can shelter you temporarily."

More or less, Jin Chen could deduce from this line how resistant Zhongyu Yu is to love, to entrusting her whole self to someone, and even allude to it in the dialogue.

So he did not follow the script.

His gaze locked onto Zhongyu Yu's face: "Since I'm taking you away, it's been carefully considered; I will never grow weary or regret it."

He stepped onto the stage, walking step by step toward that person until their hands were clasped.

The camera panned up, capturing the close‑up of Zhongyu Yu's changing expression.

Zhongyu Yu stared, stunned, because of that altered line.

He knew this was Jin Chen's heartfelt voice, not overly pushy, just like that question earlier behind the curtain.

Zhongyu Yu didn't know how to reply, and feared that giving the wrong answer would make Jin Chen misunderstand.

But the shoot continued; Zhongyu Yu, carrying a hint of pitiable grievance, flung herself into his embrace, holding him tight with no gap.

After the shoot ended, the photographer this time didn't need the little assistant to cover her mouth; she tactfully kept her distance, and the three of them gathered in a corner to gossip.

Don't be nervous.

Jin Chen patted his back, his fingers combing through the long, dark‑waterfall‑like hair, "I don't mean to pressure you."

I know,

Zhongyu Yu's face still showed a bit of shyness, her heart unconsciously in a tangle.

"I haven't finished preparing yet... wait a bit more."

Zhongyu Yu had to admit that, even though he no longer cared about Xue Yuanjing at all, the previous completely failed experience still made him somewhat retreat.

"I won't run, no need to rush."

Jin Chen held him and coaxed, also able to hear the grievance in his voice, "All right, cheer up."

An embrace always made Zhongyu Yu feel healed.

He calmed his mind, and when he withdrew from the embrace, his brows and eyes held a smile.

The little assistant crossed out the shooting schedule, very excited.

"These past two days we've filmed a lot of plot, Yu-ge can rest a few days!"

Zhongyu Yu laughed and said: "You've also worked hard, go back and rest soon; later I'll send red packets in the group."

"Okay!!" The three staff members happily packed up the shooting equipment, left in a hurry, agreed to go have a hot pot, but mischievously did not dismantle the set scenery.

As the little makeup artist put it, they always felt that this scenery had some other charm.