Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 626 - 221: Sun Dasheng: Hmph! Clumsy Seduction_2
"Ah? No need, no need!" Wang Churan bent down and pretended to check, saying, "It’s just a bit swollen, not too serious. It’ll be fine after some rest, no need to go to the hospital."
"Oh, then I’ll take you to your dormitory." Sun Dasheng said as he started to support her towards the school.
How could that be okay?
A fish so hard to catch, how could he let it off the hook?
So she took out her phone, glanced at the time, and asserted, "Oh no, it’s too late. Our school’s dormitory is already closed, we can’t get in."
"Really can’t get in?" Sun Dasheng asked.
But inside he was laughing, the three little ones just went in, and they even told him that the dormitory closing time at their school is much later than most universities, open until before midnight.
This girl’s acting skills are really not that great.
But Sun Dasheng played along well, anxiously saying, "What should we do then?"
"I rented an apartment near school, why don’t you take me there?" Wang Churan suggested.
"Alright!"
The apartment was indeed very close to the school, less than 500 meters.
Wang Churan explained, "When filming outside, it’s often very late and I can’t get into the school’s dormitory, so I just rented a place outside as a temporary accommodation for rest."
Wang Churan’s apartment was quite tidy, she seemed to be a kid who usually kept things in order.
However, when she asked him to carry her to the room to fetch the Red Flower Oil and lay on the bed allowing him to rub her, he felt like he was dreaming back to when the system just arrived.
That time it seemed to be Xiang Yiren.
Used the same tactic, easily reeled him in.
Really...
Sometimes it’s okay for tricks to be old, as long as they work.
Looks like this is a three-pronged approach girls have.
But the current Sun Dasheng was no longer as naive as before.
No matter how she lay on the bed in seductive poses, he remained unmoved, applied the medicated oil for her, then left.
Pure as a gentleman.
Watching the closed door, Wang Churan was a bit dumbfounded, could he really be an unsullied gentleman in the midst of the mud?
But the information she gathered elsewhere didn’t seem like it.
She had heard that he had quite a few close female friends in the entertainment circle, even several well-known stars had flings with him.
And those rumors were detailed, didn’t seem fake?
Or is it that he isn’t interested in me?
Wang Churan pulled off her bra, glanced at her not-so-big chest, feeling a bit down: could it be he likes them bigger?
....
Leaving Wang Churan’s apartment, Sun Dasheng made a call to Tian Xiwei who was filming.
Tian Xiwei immediately found an excuse to leave.
Arriving at the hotel entrance they agreed on, she was pulled inside by a pair of hands from behind the door, followed by impatient panting sounds.
"What are you doing? So eager?"
"Wait... I haven’t taken off my clothes yet, don’t tear them apart, these are my costumes, I need to wear them for filming tomorrow."
Riiip...
"Bastard, if you tear them apart what am I going to wear for filming tomorrow? Should have changed clothes before coming... mmhm.... slower, you’re biting my tongue."
After the storm.
On the mess of the big bed, Sun Dasheng, with a bare chest, puffed on a post-coitus cigarette with one hand and fiddled with something interesting with the other, it felt like the clay he played with as a child, moldable into various shapes.
Fun, no wonder he loved playing with it as a kid.
"Hey, what’s going on? It’s been a while, and you’re so thirsty the moment we meet?" Tian Xiwei combed her wet hair.
She was really exhausted from it all just now.
Her hair was damp from sweat.
All sticky and clammy.
"Hehe..." Sun Dasheng didn’t explain, after finishing the cigarette, he carried Tian Xiwei to the bathroom, and they had another go.
After bathing, he felt much more comfortable.
This time when Tian Xiwei asked again, he didn’t avoid the question but told her everything that had happened before.
"Ah, it’s her, who would have thought."
"Thought what?"
"Hmph! I’ve worked with her on a few shoots, always acting so cold like everyone owes her money, not easy to get along with."
"Never thought that deep down she’s such a flirt."
Tian Xiwei seemed quite satisfied.
Sun Dasheng stroked her waist, "You little vixen, holding grudges huh."
"Hehe... Can you blame me? I also wanted to be a good boy in the circle, but even if you don’t provoke others, someone inexplicably comes to bother you. I really can’t help it."
Tian Xiwei complained about the mess in the entertainment industry.
Sun Dasheng was listening intently from the side.
He understood clearly now; in the industry, there are more wolves than meat, more monks than porridge, resources are limited, and the competition is fierce.
Especially among some female stars with similar positions, images, and roles; the competition is incredibly intense.
Now, there are no longer the four famous actresses who could lead the industry by a mile; it’s basically a bunch of "mediocre talents," none better than the other, none much more popular, leading to even more fierce competition.
"With your sweet girl image, shouldn’t there be less competition for you?" Sun Dasheng pinched Tian Xiwei’s chubby cheeks and asked.
"Quite a lot actually."
"Oh, really? I didn’t know that."
"Nowadays, every female star wants to make a splash in this sweet girl niche because many leading roles in historical dramas have sweet girl personas."
"Sweet girl equals lead role, who wouldn’t want to fight for that?"
That’s true.
Sun Dasheng signaled that he understood.
Isn’t this also the culprit causing the decline in beauty standards in TV dramas today?
Many female stars of average looks (in the entertainment industry) rely on acting cute to create a sweet girl image to play the lead, resulting in lead roles’ beauty gradually plummeting.
The former main female leads are slowly declining.
"You’re ranting to me here, but you’re a beneficiary." Sun Dasheng pointed at Tian Xiwei’s forehead.
Finally realizing, Tian Xiwei chuckled: "Oh, was I just scolding myself?"
"Isn’t that a bit silly?"
"Not just a bit silly, it’s downright foolish. You should interact less with strangers from now on."
"Why?"
"I’m afraid you’ll end up getting sold, and you’d even help count the money."
"No way, I’m not as silly as you say..."
.....
The next morning.
Seeing the beautiful woman lying next to him, Sun Dasheng couldn’t resist and did it once more.
After finishing, her phone rang. Unsurprisingly, it was her agent calling to urge her to hurry to the filming set.
"Hurry, carry me to take a shower, I need to rush to the set." Tian Xiwei urged.
After the shower, while putting on clothes, she was dumbfounded as yesterday’s costume was torn by someone.
What to do now?
Just as she was freaking out.
The doorbell rang.
Sun Dasheng took clothes out from the shopping bag and handed them to her in the bathroom: "Hey, put it on quickly."
"Huh? Where did you pull this from?"
Looking at the costume identical to the one she wore yesterday, she was dumbfounded.
She was sure the clothes were indeed torn last night by that bad person.
"Custom made for you last night, put it on quickly, have breakfast, and I’ll take you to the set."
"Oh oh, thank you, dear." A happy smile immediately occupied Tian Xiwei’s face.
...
Watching the other’s figure fade into the distance, Sun Dasheng was ready to leave.
After all, the filming set is crowded with gossipy mouths, and there’s probably a bunch of paparazzi lurking around; better be cautious.
Just getting in the car, taking off his mask and sunglasses, ready to start the car, when suddenly someone opened the car door.
Before he could say a word, someone suddenly sat in his passenger seat.
"Who are you?"
No sooner had he spoken, the other party took off their mask, revealing a glamorous face, "President Sun, we meet again, thanks to your massage yesterday, my foot is fine now."
Damn!
Why does she never go away?
Wherever he goes, she follows.
Did she plant a bug on him?
"What a coincidence!" Sun Dasheng said, smiling but not really smiling at her.
"Yeah, I’m filming here, is President Sun here to meet someone? Do you need me to go in and pass on a message?" Wang Churan asked tentatively.
"No need to trouble you, I’m just dropping off a friend." Sun Dasheng refused decisively.
"Do you have anything else? If not, I’m going to leave now."
That was a clear message to leave.
However, the other party didn’t follow the expected script at all. She leaned over from the passenger seat, and today it seemed like she had sprayed some special perfume, lingering by Sun Dasheng’s nose, invigorating him.
"President Sun, don’t rush, I want to ask you for a favor." Wang Churan’s eyes became pitiful in front of him.
