Su Wan swallowed the words back down and cut herself off.
With a playful pout, she cooed at Jiang Cheng, "That's true, Chairman Jiang has worked so hard—looks like another sleepless night ahead."
She even gave a little flutter of those watery eyes, every glance brimming with seductive charm.
Watching Su Wan flaunt herself so shamelessly...
Though Jiang Cheng's face stayed impassive, he cursed inwardly: vixen.
He flexed his fingers discreetly.
His gaze slid slowly down Su Wan's figure.
"All right, I've delivered what you needed. By the way, that makeup looks simple—you won't need long to remove it, right?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng's fingers form the incognito "Kato finger" gesture...
Feeling that almost tangible gaze rake over her, Su Wan couldn't stop a shiver.
Her legs beneath the qipao suddenly felt weak.
She hadn't seen Jiang Cheng for ages; of course she missed him.
When she was busy it was bearable.
The moment her head hit the pillow she was out.
But when work stopped and he wasn't beside her...
that feeling was awful.
Su Wan instantly grasped Jiang Cheng's meaning.
He had taken a fancy to her cosplay.
"Mm, that's right. Period dramas are easier than costume pieces, and makeup removal is quick."
Su Wan gently stroked her delicate cheek and added with a smile, "Once we finish this, I'll jump straight into an ancient-costume project—then removal will be a pain..."
Seeing her playful wink, Jiang Cheng's lips curved.
Was she hinting he could look forward to her next "skin"?
He reined in his gaze and tamped down the heat.
Since he couldn't spank her right here...
Jiang Cheng waved irritably. "Fine, keep shooting. I'm off."
Watching Su Wan's expression, Xu Yan had almost believed the online rumors.
But Jiang Cheng's annoyance instantly dispelled them.
As Jiang Cheng turned to leave with Xu Yan,
the director—who'd been bustling nearby pretending to be busy—rushed over with a beaming smile and escorted them carefully toward the door.
Jiang Cheng asked, "You're filming through the Spring Festival?"
Su Wan had mentioned some productions saved money by keeping crews rolling even on New Year's Eve.
Hearing his investor's question, the director's heart tightened.
He misread Jiang Cheng's intent at once.
With obsequious grin he said, "After these last Kyoto scenes, we've no suitable sets here. We'll head straight to Dalian; some sets there aren't finished, but we can shoot the completed ones over the holiday."
At that, Jiang Cheng slowly pulled his hands from his pockets.
He frowned. "Pushing that hard?"
The director smiled apologetically. "It saves money if we shoot faster..."
"Then don't rush. Give everyone a few days off over Spring Festival to rest up."
Jiang Cheng wasn't feeling charitable toward the actors.
Entertainment paid well.
Earning tens of thousands per project, skipping a New Year's dinner wasn't tragic.
Most workers relying on triple holiday pay had it tougher.
But Su Wan had just stoked his fire.
Tonight would be sleepless; he wanted her rested.
Hearing this, the director bobbed frantic nods.
Rumors swirled that Su Wan was the Boss of Xingchen's woman.
Fans denied it, but insiders knew.
Back when Su Wan shot to fame, Jiang Cheng bankrolled Lin Ru.
Since founding Xingchen Entertainment, nearly every top resource had poured into Su Wan.
Within half a year her popularity skyrocketed.
Marketing videos and press releases flooded the net.
All that praise was bought with cash.
Jiang Cheng's words now were clearly concern for his woman.
The director hastily agreed. "Yes, yes—no scenes for Miss Su during the holiday. After today she can rest."
Then he remembered Xu Yan.
"Also, Miss Xu, whenever you're free we can shoot your scenes early so school won't be affected."