[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-230":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"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},1297844,1723,"Chapter 230: Fireworks Fade Away","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-230",230,"\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the car was strangled by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relaxed, warm domesticity that had finally taken root in the Mushroom House was evaporating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci could feel it: the woman beside him who had just been earnestly asking whether to add a little perilla, had altered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer leaned back against the seat. She sat up straight, hands flat on her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car door opened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension tightened in the air, everyone on standby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the scent unique to a film set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying was the first to step out. The moment her foot hit the hard concrete, every ounce of softness and curiosity that belonged to \"Su Qingying\" retreated cleanly and completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her head and looked toward the massive crane being adjusted not far away, and in an instant she reverted to that \"Ice Queen Best Actress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to the distance where part of an urban set had been specially constructed by the film crew for the \"modern scene.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar, yet strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of crisis wrapped around him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actor \"Jiang Ci\" had returned to duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flat question, devoid of emotion, came from behind the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi didn't even turn his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore his eternally identical director's vest, rolling two glossy walnuts in his hand, too lazy to bother with an extra greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skipped all pointless small talk and pointed to the area beside the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, Su Qingying, and Luo Yu walked over in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the director's chair, a huge whiteboard had been posted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with densely packed shooting schedules written in red and black markers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked less like a call sheet and more like a battle manifesto, making the skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi used those two walnuts to point at that \"wall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The variety publicity is over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low; the crew members straining to listen all straightened instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From today on, the crew officially enters the final, and most brutal, 'assault stage.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and finally looked directly at the three leads who had just returned from their \"paradise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His finger landed heavily on the top line of the whiteboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Longing Across Time]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the core climactic portion of the entire film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We'll reorder the shooting schedule from scratch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi's finger traced across the dense grid before stopping at Su Qingying's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Concentrate every resource, finish all of A Li's solo scenes set in the modern era within three days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, even Jiang Ci felt a twinge of surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was essentially extracting the ending portion of the film to shoot it separately, ahead of schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi's gaze settled on Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, you are A Li.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want you to store, ferment, and accumulate on camera all the longing, regret, and loneliness she feels after returning to the modern world, having lost Ye Chen—until it detonates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His demand was blunt and ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying said nothing, she just listened quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi continued issuing orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To create an absolutely immersive environment for you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the set and his voice rose sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"During the shooting of A Li's solo scenes, aside from necessary lighting, camera, and sound crew, no one may enter the modern-set area.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes intentionally paused on Jiang Ci and Luo Yu for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That includes both of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words chilled the atmosphere to an instant freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They intended to isolate Su Qingying completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To squeeze out every last drop of her emotion by the most extreme means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci had no objection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood Zhang Mouyi's approach too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This set tyrant was not merely directing a film; he was, in his own way, tempering the deepest emotions of an actor's soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of tempering was cruel, but for the upcoming cross-time confrontation between the two characters, it was the best groundwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Su Qingying's longing and pain were concentrated to the utmost would the suffering and despair of the half-demon Ye Chen she faced feel weightier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then would the audience's hearts be easier to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying exhaled the two words as a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded silently, without any hesitation or complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned and took off the soft, comfortable jacket she'd worn on the variety show, handing it to her assistant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked alone toward the makeup room reserved solely for \"A Li.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on set watched her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, the makeup room door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had changed into A Li's modern outfit: a simple white shirt and jeans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her makeup was light, almost unnoticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everyone felt that the person who walked out was no longer Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carried an alienation that clashed with the noisy set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spirit from ancient times lost in a modern city, bewildered and helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yu, standing at a distance, calmly pushed up his glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the transformed Su Qingying, then at Jiang Ci's placid expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized the days in the Mushroom House had merely been a long prelude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real \"battlefield\" was only now formally opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The modern-set area had been cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the large floor-to-ceiling window, the crew had simulated a bustling urban nightscape on LED screens: neon flashing, traffic unending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi sat behind the monitors, headphones on, completely cut off from the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his world there was only the figure within the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying stood alone at the imitation apartment window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring emptily at the prosperity outside that did not belong to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stream of traffic seemed a silent taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body was here, but her soul had been left in another era a thousand years away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi picked up the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Departments, take your places.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolute silence fell over the set, broken only by the faint hum of equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi's gaze locked on the lonely silhouette on the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand, then brought it down with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera slowly pushed in on the woman standing by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingertips unconsciously traced light scratches across the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searching for a figure that could never return.\u003C\u002Fp>",1043,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","fa5b889db310c3cc77d07b2182df703fe1002305eab6a6ab07e6ec41f95deadd","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-231","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-229",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]