Heather felt that Jun Tian was just a spoiled rich kid, wasting his days doing nothing, riding his Ducati around aimlessly, and never seen at work. Apart from showing off his racing skills, he seemed only to flirt with women.
Of course, he claimed otherwise.
But...
Heather glanced elsewhere.
At that moment, he was enthusiastically chatting with a group of female staff, making his denial seem far from convincing.
Whatever, he wasnât her real brother anyway; she couldnât be bothered to care.
"Wei Wei! Itâs so great that youâve come back! I was worried sick thinking you wouldnât return! Now that itâs confirmed it was all a misunderstanding, everythingâs great!" The director grabbed Heatherâs hand, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.
Heather smiled without exposing his lie.
The director was certainly the person who understood the situation best. He knew exactly who helped her turn him down. How could it have been a misunderstanding?
But since he didnât want to offend Nian Shen, she wasnât about to bring it up either.
"Right, a misunderstanding, itâs resolved, so thatâs good."
"Itâs that Tang Ming! Itâs outrageous! Canât everyone just sit down and talk things out? Why resort to scheming behind peopleâs backs? Your... Are you really physically up for it? Maybe you should rest a few more days, completely recover before coming back? After all, weâve waited this long, a few more days wonât make a difference, right?"
"Thanks for the concern, Director. Iâm really fine now. A cheap life heals quickly; itâs not a big deal."
"Tang Ming, I had someone try to catch him as soon as it happened, but he still slipped away! Donât worry, though, weâve already reported it to the police. An incident this serious canât just disappear. As soon as thereâs news about him, the authorities will notify us immediately!"
"Mm."
Heather listened half-heartedly, not paying much attention.
"Now, go over the designated movements with Master Zhang. This time around, weâve meticulously checked all the propsâabsolutely no mistakes will happen again! Rest assured!"
"Got it."
As the director walked away, he couldnât help but think, how Heather carried herselfâshe seemed destined for bigger things. Unconcerned with petty details, showing no bitterness upon returning, not even mentioning Tang Ming. With such magnanimity, how could someone like her end up here as a stunt double?
...
Heather was rehearsing with Master Zhang when there was a commotion over at the directorâs crew. It was unclear what had happened.
After a while, a few stagehands passed by, chatting about something, revealing that Leqi hadnât come to the set today again for some unknown reason. When contacted by phone, she merely said she was taking leave and wouldnât be in today.
Master Zhang said, "I think sheâs scared youâll pin the injury incident on her, so after hearing that you were back, she didnât dare show up."
"Does that mean sheâs relinquishing the female lead role to me?" Heather joked.
Leqi was most likely too afraid to come. Despite her previous threats, when fame and fortune were weighed against her own safety, they suddenly became insignificant, didnât they?
Someone with a twisted mind would project their own thinking onto others. She probably believed Heather would hold her accountable because Tang Ming was her fan, further launching accusations that Leqi orchestrated Tang Mingâs actions, thus avoiding facing her.
Heather wasnât unreasonable to that extent!
Tang Ming was Tang Ming, Leqi was Leqi. Whoever caused the trouble should own up to it; she wouldnât make someone else a scapegoat.
As for this matter, she had only one planâto settle it directly with Tang Ming. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.