Chapter 18: Truly Dislike Cheng Xingyu

"Sister Yu, how have you been resting these past few days?" Song Zhi Ning hurriedly handed her the thermos.

"It's nothing, walking isn't a problem," Jiang Yu replied. Suddenly, something occurred to her.

Song Zhi Ning? Ning?

A memory of the photograph in Fu Boyun's study flashed through her mind. The woman in that photo was his one true love. Who would have thought that the illustrious young master of the Fu family would also have someone he secretly cherished? If she remembered correctly, the name of that woman also had the character Ning in it!

At this thought, Jiang Yu glanced in Song Zhi Ning's direction.

"So that's the kind of stand-in she is!"

Time slipped by unnoticed. In a quiet corner of the set, Jiang Yu flipped through her script absentmindedly, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward the center of the activity.

Cheng Xingyu stood before Fu Boyun, feigning helplessness and vulnerability, her tone soft and pitiful, while a faint smile appeared on the man’s lips.

How ironic!

Jiang Yu let out a cold laugh and lowered her script.

This Cheng Xingyu, with her stiff posture and vacant eyes, had no charm whatsoever. Yet, someone was willing to give her special treatment, wasting the entire crew’s time.

"Yu’er, could you try to help her adjust? The cameraman is about to lose his mind," a crew member whispered anxiously.

Jiang Yu didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids. "I’m not a savior. If she can’t learn, what does that have to do with me?"

The crew member looked distressed. "If we can’t get this scene, none of us will be able to explain ourselves. Miss Cheng is the company’s top priority right now. Please, do us this favor."

Jiang Yu shot Cheng Xingyu a glance, a sneer in her heart.

Top priority? More like Fu Boyun’s special arrangement.

But the longer this dragged on, the less advantageous it was for her as well.

She stood up lazily and strolled over to Cheng Xingyu, her eyes glinting with a hint of mockery.

"Miss Cheng, if you’re going to imitate, at least do it properly."

Jiang Yu smiled faintly, slipped the strap off her shoulder, letting it fall to reveal her slender neck and elegant collarbone.

Her movements were fluid and natural, her demeanor both aloof and alluring, capturing everyone’s attention.

The whole set fell silent, as if even breathing had grown softer.

"Miss Cheng, do you understand now?" Jiang Yu adjusted the lights and raised an eyebrow, her smile toward the camera full of challenge.

Cheng Xingyu froze, embarrassment clouding her face as she clenched her hand tightly inside her sleeve.

Jiang Yu’s display filled her with jealousy, but she couldn’t dispute it—Jiang Yu’s professionalism was undeniable.

Fu Boyun stood not far away, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yu.

Her composure, her cold beauty, her brazen charisma—all of it pierced him like a sharp blade.

His hands unconsciously clenched, a hint of anger flickering between his brows.

When filming ended, Fu Boyun wasted no time in pulling Jiang Yu aside, his tone icy: "Are you pleased with yourself?"

Jiang Yu arched her brow and retorted, "What do you think, President Fu?"

Fu Boyun chuckled softly, leaning in close, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Jiang Yu, do you really think you’re irreplaceable? Cheng Xingyu will master it sooner or later."

That night, Jiang Yu returned home, her mood at rock bottom.

Curled up on the sofa, she stared at her phone as the screen lit up with fan comments:

[Yu-bao is truly the pillar of our entertainment industry!]
[President Fu is so dedicated to his artists, practicing late into the night with Miss Cheng. Such commitment!]
[Cheng Xingyu really works hard—she’s already learned so much from Sister Yu in such a short time.]