Prologue

With three words, he successfully grasped her throat

Suddenly, the phone shook violently, interrupting her yawn

Yi Wenze

Jiahe instinctively blurted out: "Justin Bieber?"

Having collaborated with the editor on three scripts, it was finally her turn to create the outline for this play. The entire team worked tirelessly for three months, and with the director's approval, she naturally breathed a sigh of relief and booked a flight to Sanya, preparing to take a complete break for a few days. After all, with the filming starting in a week, she would have to stay in the frigid Hengdian for three months. If not to take a break now, then when?

"One good news and two bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" exclaimed the producer Jojo excitedly

At 3:00 AM, Jiahe booked the flight tickets and shut down the computer

A small window suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen

Congratulations, you have finally realized that this play is foolish. Jojo is over there laughing joyfully

Yi Wenze

Bad. Jiahe reopened the computer and quickly began searching for the script folder. At that moment, she received a call from the producer, which, without a doubt, was related to the script.

Of course, just discussed it," Qiao Qiao continued, "now for the bad news. He has objections to the script and just spoke with the director about the revisions, so the first piece of bad news is that your vacation is over, and the second piece of bad news is that you must complete the revisions before the shoot begins. As a side note, he is very professional but also quite meddlesome, so you will have some challenges during your three months with the crew.

Jiahe stared at the table, completely oblivious to Qiao Qiao's last sentence, and unaware that she had already hung up the phone. She simply gazed at this idol she had liked since middle school, her mind going blank

"Alright, this time you must listen carefully," Jojo clearly regarded her as invisible, "It's definitely a man, it's your idol"

The image of Yi Wenze on the computer desktop is vividly lifelike, smiling gently at the Jiahe sign.

Damn, we are filming a period drama! Screenwriter!

I have recently been captivated by him, that segment from the Grammy Awards; I have watched it over twenty times. Jiahe's eyes lit up at the thought of that seventeen-year-old boy, and she began to incessantly complain to Qiao Qiao, "You have no idea, I liked him back when he was popular on YouTube"

The feedback on Yi Wenze's script has been forwarded

Jia He just opened the script and was completely stunned: "Are you kidding me? A play this silly?"

It is a notification of a new email, and Jiahe conveniently opened it, just as he was seeing the email forwarded by the director

She has an entire folder of celebrity photos, all of Yi Wenze, and another entire folder of Word documents containing news about Yi Wenze since his debut, regardless of whether it is good or bad, everything is archived. Of course, she has not yet reached the level of today's young girls who are crazily chasing stars, such as greeting them at the airport or visiting their filming locations. Moreover, due to professional reasons, she often claims to have no interest in celebrities to demonstrate her professionalism. However, the truth is that, apart from Yi Wenze, everyone else is merely a fleeting little star in her eyes. Of course, she has not yet reached the level of today's young girls who are crazily chasing stars, such as greeting them at the airport or visiting their filming locations. Moreover, due to professional reasons, she often claims to have no interest in celebrities to demonstrate her professionalism. However, the truth is that, apart from Yi Wenze, everyone else is merely a fleeting little star in her eyes

Jia He did not mind her little mockery and, feeling somewhat unsteady, asked again: "Is it really Yi Wenze?"