Chapter 19

This rape scene had been shooting for a long time with no progress; Jiang Qin had been lying on the ground so long she was starting to feel cold.

She thought Wu Shixian was just a big guy wasted—he was a Northeastern man, why was he being so shy when Jiang Qin herself didn’t mind?

When Wu Yuchen shoved Wu Shixian aside and straddled her, grabbing her collar, Jiang Qin felt his strength was much greater than Wu Shixian’s—but that was exactly how it should be; maybe they’d already passed the point.

But before she could react, she heard a sharp “rip,” then Wu Yuchen’s shout vanished, and everything around fell silent.

Wu Yuchen had torn a slit in Jiang Qin’s clothing, exposing the pale, smooth collarbone beneath her neck, then below it a red bra with lace trim…

Jiang Qin froze; Wu Shixian standing nearby also stood stunned, turning his head at the sound, his eyes wide.

Wu Yuchen snapped to his senses and immediately lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Jiang Qin to cover her, then shouted:

“Turn around, all of you!”

Wu Shixian and the surrounding camera assistants, assistant directors—all obeyed instantly, turning their backs.

Honestly, nothing substantial was exposed—it was like a woman wearing a deep V-neck, but not even that deep.

But any girl in this situation would feel wronged, and Jiang Qin was no exception.

And this was 1995—people’s attitudes were nowhere near as open as they’d become later.

Jiang Qin felt deeply wronged; she was a pure, unmarried girl who’d never even dated anyone, and now her clothes were torn open, seen by so many—thinking of it, her eyes turned red.

She was furious, angry, humiliated, and heartbroken—she wanted to slap the man in front of her. But she was held tightly, unable to move.

Wu Yuchen, seeing everyone had turned away, loosened his arms, then took off his coat and quickly draped it over Jiang Qin to cover her front.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice just then—I didn’t mean it at all!” Wu Yuchen clasped his hands together, sincerely apologizing.

Jiang Qin’s eyes were red, her chest heaving with heavy breaths; she said nothing, shot Wu Yuchen a cold glare, then stood up and headed toward the Jeep to be alone for a while.

But in that instant as she rose, Wu Yuchen stared, struck by a sudden insight—her current state was exactly how a woman should look after being raped; he had to capture this moment!

“Wait! Continue shooting!”

Jiang Qin had just taken one step forward; hearing this, she spun around, staring at Wu Yuchen in disbelief.

Wu Yuchen exhaled softly, then met her gaze and said firmly: “Keep shooting.”

Jiang Qin’s eyes had only been slightly red before, but now tears streamed down her face—she felt this man was bullying her beyond endurance!

Earlier, she’d merely been annoyed with Wu Yuchen and knew he hadn’t meant it. Now, she thought his handsome face had turned monstrous.

But at the same time, her stubborn spirit flared—she gritted her teeth, yanked off the coat he’d given her, hurled it to the ground, walked back to her original spot, and lay down again, leaving her torn clothes exposed.

Wu Shixian saw this scene and was momentarily awed by her intensity. But then he clenched his teeth—he knew they couldn’t go on like this; if Jiang Qin was like this and the director still wanted to shoot, and he hesitated now, Wu Yuchen would tear him apart.

Thinking this, Wu Shixian hardened his heart, walked over, and straddled Jiang Qin’s waist.

“Action!”

Now Wu Shixian used real force, grabbing the collar of her clothes—but he didn’t dare pull sideways, afraid of tearing it further. But the fabric was already ripped; the visual impact was already there.

Jiang Qin erupted instantly, screaming and sobbing, her hands fighting back, slapping and scratching Wu Shixian’s face.

Just five seconds later: “Cut!”

In truth, Wu Yuchen only needed one or two seconds of footage—this scene was perfectly captured.

Wu Shixian quickly got off Jiang Qin; Jiang Qin rose silently, eyes red, face cold, glaring at Wu Yuchen with a chilling voice: “Still shooting?”

Wu Yuchen looked at her, gritted his teeth, and said:

“Yes. Next scene. Button up your coat. No need to leave it open.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qin didn’t bother fixing her messy hair or wiping the dust and tears on her face—she turned and walked straight toward the bus door.

Everyone around sensed the tension and stayed silent—including Wu Shixian.

Wu Shixian’s bandit role ended after this scene; the escape sequence had already been shot, and he had no more lines.

He rubbed his face, his eyes toward Wu Yuchen filled with resentment and hurt.

Just now, during filming, his face had been slapped, punched, and scratched by Jiang Qin—his skin still burned, still marked with red welts!

What the hell—Wu Yuchen tore the clothes, made Jiang Qin angry, but he’s the one who got beaten up! And he didn’t even touch her hand—Wu Yuchen had just hugged her, and the director got all the benefits!

Dammit, are decent people just meant to be bullied?

The next scene was the key moment—the female driver’s solo performance after the rape, expressing sorrow, humiliation, rage, hatred, and vengeance. This was the hardest scene Wu Yuchen believed he’d ever shot, the one he’d prepared and refined the most.

“Cut!”

Only a few takes—and the hardest scene was done. Wu Yuchen hadn’t lowered his standards; Jiang Qin’s state was perfect—she conveyed all those complex emotions in just a short moment, even outperforming the original actress!

Wu Yuchen knew perfectly well who she was furious and resentful toward—but for the sake of filming, he could set it aside for now. He had to capture her current state and finish all her scenes at once.

After filming ended that night, sitting in the Jeep, Jiang Qin remained cold, distant, and unapproachable.

Wu Yuchen went to apologize and explain again, but she said nothing, turned her head away, refusing to even look at him.

When the car returned to Jingying, Jiang Qin pushed open the door and walked off without a word to anyone.

At that moment, Wu Shixian walked over and slapped Wu Yuchen on the shoulder:

“Shouldn’t you go apologize again? Today on set, you weren’t exactly a gentleman.”

Wu Yuchen sighed and shook his head: “We’ll talk after the film is finished.”

Lao Jia stepped to Wu Yuchen’s other side: “Being a director isn’t easy—good on you for pushing through.”

Chen Er nodded as well: “A director can’t be too gentle on set—I support you, Wu Yuchen.”