Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 134 - 136: Forced Cohabitation (Seventy-Nine)

Ji Anning nervously swallowed, her body slowly leaning back as the man approached.

Of course, it wasn’t that she was cooperating, but rather an instinctive desire to dodge.

"Action."

As the director called out, the man’s muscular body suddenly bore down on her.

It was so sudden and unexpected that Ji Anning screamed out in alarm, "Ah..."

Her hands frantically pushed against the male actor pressing down on her, mustering all her strength until, caught off guard, he was sent tumbling to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Ji Anning sat up, hands protectively covering her chest, and looked towards the director, "Director, we agreed that I’m just a stand-in and there wouldn’t be any physical contact in my scenes."

All of this, Sister Hong knew as well; she had gotten her today’s work and had never exposed her identity, nor had she ever accepted roles involving ambiguous physical contact with the opposite sex.

What had gone wrong this time?

Ji Anning frowned in confusion.

On the other side, Director Zhang raised his voice, "Who agreed with you? The role of a stand-in is to replace the actors in kissing and bed scenes."

His beady eyes looked down on Ji Anning with scorn, the corners of his mouth curling into a taunt.

Ji Anning now understood why, when she had entered the room earlier, Director Zhang had leered at her so brazenly.

He had pegged her as someone who would do anything to climb the ranks.

Yes, she wasn’t that lofty—had she not been Ji Anning, the Ji Family’s adopted daughter-in-law, she would be Li Nianjia.

If she were involved with the entertainment industry, she would indeed try every means to advance herself.

But there were no such "ifs," and so she chose to be cautious with every step, setting principles for herself.

"Then I refuse to film," she said as she got up to leave, her attitude firm.

"Heh!" Director Zhang scoffed with a sinister smirk, raising an eyebrow at Ji Anning, "You say you won’t film? What about my staff, the set-up of this scene? Is it all over just because you say no?"

At this moment, the whole crew and the actors were all looking at Ji Anning.

She was scared inside, too worried and too concerned.

But it didn’t affect her stance, "It’s because you didn’t make it clear."

With that, she began to walk toward the room—her clothes were in there, and she was planning to change.

"That’s not for you to decide."

Director Zhang’s bulky figure suddenly blocked Ji Anning’s path, his rodent-like eyes leering at Ji Anning’s delicate face.

It made Ji Anning feel disgusted, and she defensively took two steps back, "What do you want?"

Director Zhang’s sleazy leer was gone, replaced with an innocuous smile on his fleshy face, "It’s just a few shots, a hug and roll, and it’ll be over. Just cooperate a bit, it’s not that hard."

"No, I made it very clear when I took the job as a stand-in." Ji Anning remained determined, "I can do any dangerous moves, but I can’t have any physical contact with a male actor."

For a director like this, she wouldn’t keep filming, no matter what the scene was.

When soft tactics didn’t work, Director Zhang gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging with fury, "Today, whether you’re willing or not, you’ll film."

Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with a terrifying ferocity.

"You don’t have the right to force me."

Ji Anning threw a resolute, cold look at Director Zhang, unwilling to waste any more time arguing, and stepped past him.