Chapter 47 You Have Quite a Strong Sense of Possession

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Tang Yuan had reviewed the script. For the male lead, there were indeed many kissing and intimate scenes. It seemed Fu Yansheng hadn’t done any kissing scenes before?

“Hmm, you need to practice more.”

The drama directed by Shen Tingshui was quite bold in style. Once it passed censorship, it was bound to sweep the summer release schedule this year.

The male lead played a street thug who grew up in the red-light district and got entangled in a murder case.

The investors had put in a lot, and there were many veteran actors involved, so audiences would definitely be satisfied.

The male lead’s character was rough around the edges, with several women connected to him, but each female role was well-developed and vivid.

Fu Yansheng’s innate stubbornness suited the role perfectly.

Just as Tang Yuan was about to accelerate, she noticed him still standing outside, looking as handsome as a mannequin in a mall.

She sighed and rolled the window up. “Is the kissing scene difficult for you?”

He lowered his lashes and replied, “I’ve never been in a relationship.”

Tang Yuan was puzzled. How could someone so good-looking have never dated?

She recalled how awkward he had been when he kissed her before.

That awkwardness, however, was strangely alluring in just the right way.

She quickly withdrew her gaze and looked into the distance. “This drama has only thirty episodes, six kissing scenes, and three intimate scenes. Each one is crucial. If you really can’t manage, watch how the seniors perform these scenes.”

He didn’t say anything and turned to enter the room, shutting the door loudly.

Tang Yuan continued discussing the decoration with Chen Meng on the other side.

Chen Meng scratched her cheek, wondering if he was genuinely clueless or just pretending. Fu Yansheng clearly wanted to practice with her.

But since she had no such intention, Fu Yansheng might have a hard time ahead.

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At eight in the evening.

Shen Tingshui raised an eyebrow when she saw Tang Yuan bring a man inside.

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Tang Yuan sat down beside her. “Auntie, this is the artist from my studio. What do you think of him?”

Shen Tingshui gave Fu Yansheng a quick once-over and nodded slightly. “His image is quite good. I’ve watched the clips you sent me last night, and his acting is solid. But I’m not sure about the sexual tension in bed scenes. I told you, those scenes are important.”

Since no one would enter this private room, Shen Tingshui began the audition right then and there.

She turned off the lights inside, leaving only a dim floor lamp beside them.

Sitting next to Tang Yuan with arms crossed, she said, “Fu Yansheng, right? Take off your clothes. Pants too — leave on your boxer briefs.”

Fu Yansheng froze and looked at Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan cleared her throat and pretended to sip water from the glass beside her.

He didn’t say anything else and took off his sports jacket.

When it came time to remove his pants, he couldn’t help but look at Tang Yuan again.

Shen Tingshui frowned. “I’m the director. What’s your boss doing?”

Lowering his lashes, the pants slowly slid down, revealing a beautifully toned abdomen—the mermaid line—while the inverted triangle area trailed downward. His muscles subtly shifted with the rush of blood.

Under the lighting and with that striking face, the scene was undeniably electrifying.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shen Tingshui’s eyes, but she clicked her tongue. “Not bad, but still a bit lacking.”

Fu Yansheng’s hand bent slightly. Seeming to have an idea, he reached out, took the glass from Tang Yuan’s hand, and splashed water onto his chest.

The droplets scattered, resembling sweat breaking out in a moment of passion.

He wiped his face and fixed his gaze on Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan suddenly felt parched, as if that glass of water had been drained from her very body.

She struggled to look away and glanced at Shen Tingshui.

Shen Tingshui remained with arms crossed, a glint in her eyes. “That works. What about the kissing? Can you do it? Tongue included. The camera will zoom in; this scene will be shot very clearly.”

He stiffened again, about to say he wasn’t good at it, but Tang Yuan interrupted, “Auntie, he can.”

Shen Tingshui laughed. “You can’t just say he can. Let me test it. The actress I chose for tonight’s scenes is here. I’ll call her over. Fu Yansheng, put your clothes back on. If the kissing scene works, you’re hired.”

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Fu Yansheng slowly dressed while Tang Yuan switched the lights back on in the private room.

The moment the room brightened, the intense surge of hormones gradually dissipated.

Shen Tingshui was already on the phone; the other side said they’d arrive in twenty minutes.

Tang Yuan saw Fu Yansheng tensely stiffen. She poured him a glass of water. “Relax.”

He didn’t take it and stood up. “Director Shen, Sister Tang Yuan, I’m going to the restroom.”

Shen Tingshui laughed, propping her head up with one hand. “He looks about twenty-three, right? Not bad. With proper training, he could make you money.”

Tang Yuan watched him leave the room and couldn’t help but ask, “Auntie, was it like this when you auditioned male actors before?”

“Yeah. I’m very strict about male actors’ physiques. Nowadays, many stars have been spoiled by fans and don’t bother maintaining their bodies. Fu Yansheng’s physique is good. But Xiaozhao, did you know you’re really kind to your male artists, personally accompanying them to auditions?”

Tang Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged. “Please keep it confidential, Auntie. I just want to make money.”

Shen Tingshui didn’t overthink it. After all, Tang Yuan’s family status was more convincing than anything else.

“You’d better keep it under wraps. Xiaozhao is quite possessive in some respects.”

Tang Yuan nodded and stood up. “I’ll check on Fu Yansheng. He’s probably just a bit shy.”

“Go ahead. A kid untainted by the cesspool looks pure.”

After leaving the private room, Tang Yuan went to the restroom.

The hotel’s restroom was furnished with solid wood in a typical American style.

She knocked on the door and called out, “Yansheng?”

Fu Yansheng opened the door; his hair was damp, as if he had just washed his face vigorously.

She took out a tissue and handed it to him. “Nervous?”

He didn’t take it. Turning away, he tried to close the door again, seeming awkward for some reason.