[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu":3,"chapter-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-25":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Stealing the Role in 1995 Huayu",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321014,4540,"Chapter 25: Fallen Into the Immortals","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>Zhou Xun saw strangers in the room, didn’t feel shy, and smiled at Wu Yuchen and Qi Jing: “Hello~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only said hello, didn’t introduce herself, then shivered and rushed back into the inner room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Peng casually explained: “My girlfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen was startled—he never expected to meet Zhou Xun under these circumstances, and especially not this impossibly youthful Zhou Gongzi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just now Dou Peng said Zhou Xun was his girlfriend, and that he played music—so he wasn’t just…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another male voice came from outside; a short-haired young man in a tight white tank top stood at the door, bare-armed, lean-faced, thin-lipped, with a high nose bridge and an air of solitary pride in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Wei, the Immortal Dou!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, these are my friends, here to hire me for the film’s soundtrack.” Dou Peng replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Peng was Dou Wei’s younger cousin, and under Dou Wei’s influence had taken up rock music; in 1993, during a performance in Yuhang, he won over Zhou Gongzi, this little fan, sparking romance—Xun Ge’er then followed Dou Peng out of home to Beijing, becoming a Beijing drift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Dou Wei nodded at Wu Yuchen and Qi Jing: “Make yourselves at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he said nothing more, went out to the courtyard, fetched a washbasin, draped a towel over his neck, and went to fetch water to wash his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen felt disoriented—he’d walked into an immortal’s den…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his rebirth, he’d met plenty of celebrities from his past life, but those had all been anticipated encounters; today, just tagging along with Qi Jing to find a composer, he ended up at Dou Wei’s house—and bumped into Xun Ge’er—completely beyond his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could withdraw his gaze, another short-haired, coldly beautiful woman appeared in the courtyard: wearing a red short-sleeve top, black shorts, and slippers, carrying a spittoon, she glanced his way, then walked out of the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen knew the spittoon held night urine—there was no toilet in the courtyard, and no one would venture outside to a public restroom at night, so in those days, Beijing households all used spittoons for night urine, emptying them the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that coldly beautiful woman who’d just carried out the night urine? It was the Heavenly Queen, Wang Fei!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen was numb—had he just witnessed a legendary moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were there reporters sneaking photos right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, although Dou Wei had become famous, his fame still paled beside Wang Fei’s; she was already a sensation in Hong Kong, having just won last year’s Most Popular Female Singer award, with record sales and a fortune in the tens of millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when this scene—Wang Fei carrying a spittoon for Dou Wei—was photographed and leaked to Hong Kong, it caused a massive uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could believe that Wang Fei, perceived as fresh, elegant, and aloofly fashionable, would willingly carry a spittoon for a man in this crumbling hut in a back alley!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story later spread widely online and became proof, in everyone’s eyes, of Wang Fei’s true love for Dou Wei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wasn’t there another possibility—that Wang Fei, raised since childhood in the alleyways, had long been accustomed to it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen’s mind churned with chaotic thoughts as he watched Wang Fei return moments later, skillfully filling a basin from the courtyard faucet, rinsing the spittoon, pouring the water into a flowerpot, then retreating back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze away, exhaled, and thought: What a small world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhou Xun stepped out wrapped in a coat, smiling sweetly at Wu Yuchen and Qi Jing like a neighborhood little sister:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from Peng Ge that you made a movie—I want to watch it~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome, welcome! You’re Zhou Xun, right?” Wu Yuchen asked eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You played the Hua Diao in ‘Daughter Red’ so well—I remembered you when I saw it in the cinema last month!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xun’s face lit up—it was her first time playing a lead role since arriving in Beijing, even if only as the young version of the heroine; still, receiving praise for her performance filled her with quiet joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Dou Peng rose from behind the TV, frowning and shouting outside: “Brother, is your VCR broken?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunno, haven’t used it in a while—check if it’s dusty.” Dou Wei’s voice came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Peng Ge, let me take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen stepped forward, tinkered with it, and realized Dou Peng had connected the cables wrong—he reconnected and adjusted them properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned back, he found the small room packed with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Wei entered carrying fried dough sticks and soybean juice; beside him, Wang Fei placed two bowls of pickled vegetables on the table; Zhou Xun had already picked up a fried dough stick and was eating it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Peng asked Wu Yuchen and Qi Jing: “Want some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Jing didn’t hesitate—she walked over, grabbed a fried dough stick, and ate it with the bold, carefree air of a Beijing girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen turned on the VCR and took the fried dough stick Zhou Xun offered, taking a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The TV screen went dark for a few seconds, then began playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people in the room ate breakfast while occasionally glancing at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, no one paid much attention—they chewed fried dough sticks, drank soybean juice, the room filled with the crisp crunch of dough and the gurgling of liquid going down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway through the short film, chewing and eating sounds gradually faded; everyone fixed their eyes on the screen, completely absorbed by the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the film reached its end, the room fell silent; the male lead, Duan Long, stood before the ruins, offering a strangely unsettling smile—the screen cut to black, and Dou Peng shuddered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the screen went dark, he turned to Wu Yuchen, eyes wide: “You shot this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen nodded, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you’re seriously good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Dou Peng—even the others, who’d previously treated Wu Yuchen as a stranger, now looked at him with new respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incredible. When I saw that final smile, my brain just exploded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xun exclaimed, then grinned at Wu Yuchen: “Big Director, next time you make a film, consider me, okay~?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely~” Wu Yuchen gave a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fei had shed her earlier aloof, sleepy demeanor and asked directly: “Why did he smile at the end?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—it was always this question. Wu Yuchen knew 80% of viewers of ‘Car 44’ would ask it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you think he smiled? That’s why he smiled.” Wu Yuchen replied with a vague, smiling answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re playing a thousand Hamlets here!” Wang Fei retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen raised his thumb and praised: “Sis, brilliant! You saw right through my intent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fei gave him a warm, amused glance and went back to sipping her now-cooling soybean juice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, Dou Wei rubbed his chin, staring at the screen, then suddenly asked: “How do you want to score it?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1168,"2026-06-20T16:09:29.273Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b404f42844b1c00dc9f101c004247e3adb2fe343ec3d7d07a179e3b95184a797","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-26","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-24",335,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-cover.jpg"]