CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 382: CLEAR CONSCIENCE

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant by that.

"Acting, right? Sometimes you’re up all night, not to mention you’ve recently been coming home from filming action scenes all bruised up. I really don’t understand you. There are stand-ins available, yet you insist on doing it yourself. So many actresses use stand-ins for action scenes. What if you end up scarred for life? What if you don’t heal properly and end up with lasting effects?"

Xiao Chu heaved a helpless sigh, looking at the marks covering her back and truly not knowing what to do for the best, "Besides, with President Fu around, the director won’t say anything to you."

"Not really. Why should I feel it’s hard when I’m doing what I love?"

Wen Qiao smiled a bit, continuing to scroll through her phone, rambling on, "Which profession in this world is easy? Just like you, when I’m filming, you have to stick around, ready for action at any time. You have to take care of me when I’m scatterbrained, run errands for me, get things for me, and when I’m shooting night scenes, you can’t sleep either. Now you even have to apply medicine for me. Do you not find it tough?"

"If you love what you do, you do what you love. The path I choose is one I like; there’s no room for grievances."

"If you think it’s hard, you might as well not reincarnate as a human at all. Are stand-ins not human? Can they just be thrown around and beaten up? Besides, what’s the big deal if I’m left with scars? They’re my battle emblems; they give me a sense of accomplishment."

"You have to do your best in what you love. That’s the only way to stay true to your passion."

Wen Qiao’s gaze shifted away from her phone, landing somewhere unknown, "Besides, it’s precisely because Fu Jinghen is involved that I have to do even better and not let him down."

While it was true that she got the drama thanks to Fu Jinghen, the road ahead was hers to walk alone.

Putting aside her love for acting, she was the kind of person who, once she chose something, would see it through to the best of her abilities.

Otherwise, what’s the point of being mediocre?

When Wen Qiao said this, her eyes never left her phone, and her tone was casual, as if she were making small talk, yet inexplicably, her words had a way of rousing a fiery passion.

As though they were inspiring.

After Xiao Chu finished applying the medicine, she realized that Wen Qiao had fallen asleep without her noticing.

She covered her with a blanket, thinking that since she hardly ate at lunch, she’d definitely be hungry when she woke up. Xiao Chu tiptoed out to buy some food for her.

By the time she returned, Wen Qiao was already awake, dressed, and leaning on the couch, video chatting with Fu Jinghen.

As an assistant, next to an agent, she’s the closest to the artist. So Jiang Yao and Wen Qiao never intended to keep Zhao Chu in the dark about Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen’s relationship.

Mainly because it couldn’t be kept a secret.

When Xiao Chu first found out, she was so shocked that her mouth hung agape.

But now, she had grown quite accustomed to it.

Hearing the sound of the door open, Wen Qiao looked up, saw Xiao Chu carrying things back, and stood up from the couch, ready to walk over.

Fu Jinghen’s voice came through on the video, "Put on your slippers."

Wen Qiao paused, "Oh," she retracted her leg, put on her slippers, and then carried her phone over to Xiao Chu.

"What tasty things did you buy for me?"

"You didn’t eat much at noon, so I bought you some porridge and a few appetizing side dishes."

Xiao Chu took out the items one by one from the bag. When she got to the last item, she glanced at Wen Qiao’s phone, placed her finger to her lips to signal Wen Qiao, then finally took out the last box.