Chapter 98

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The script was revised at the last second; Youming discussed his character’s concept with the screenwriter and director, including his clothing and hairstyle. The costume department then went to adjust clothes to fit Yang Youming. In the end, they decided to call his character ‘Ming ge’. His style and appearance didn’t need to be overly outrageous, but it needed an air of rustic handsomeness.

They were held up for quite a while, but Ding Wenxun felt that the wait was very much worth it and even considered editing footage of Yang Youming into the movie’s trailer.

The screenwriter typed up the last minute changes for the new script on his laptop, used a portable printer to print out a few sheets of paper, then passed them out to the actors.

Xia Xingcheng received the new script and squatted in a corner to read it over. The changes in the plotline couldn’t be considered huge, yet he still felt nervous—looking back, the last time he acted opposite of Yang Youming was almost half a year ago, but so many things had happened after, and it created the illusion that a long time had passed since then.

At this time, the clothes that Yang Youming was set to wear finally arrived.

Xia Xingcheng took the script and followed him to the staff lounge, where the staff were so busy encircling Yang Youming that no one noticed him for a while.

The costume department had prepared a white casual suit for Yang Youming, with a gold-patterned black shirt underneath, and a gold chain to hang around his neck.

Yang Youming took the clothes and went to change.

Xia Xingcheng found that everybody in the lounge, especially the girls, had a hidden sense of excitement. Even the young stylist who Xia Xingcheng was usually on good terms with didn’t notice him. They were all impatiently waiting for Yang Youming’s reappearance after putting on the clothes.

The moment Yang Youming came out from the changing room dressed in his costume, a number of people present let out oddly despairing sighs.

Xia Xingcheng heard one of the young girls say, “This won’t do, he’s still handsome.”

Yang Youming was tall and broad-shouldered. He looked good in anything, and even though the original plan was to have him dress in outmoded clothes, he could still wear it and look like a model walking down the runway.

The jiejie in charge of the costume department straightened out Yang Youming’s clothes, lamenting, “Ming ge, how can you look so handsome in this get-up. You can only rely on yourself to bring out your character.”

Yang Youming only laughed when he heard this.

Sitting beside him on the sofa, Xia Xingcheng slightly smiled as he looked at him.

After Yang Youming sat down, the makeup artist did his makeup and styled his hair.

When everything was done, Yang Youming hung a gold necklace around his neck, and his look was finally complete.

Because of his small part and few lines, Yang Youming memorized his lines as he got his makeup and hair done. After his styling was completed, he walked through the scene with the other actors.

At the start of the scene, the people from the debt collection agency had not yet made their appearance. The people playing pool in the game hall, in addition to Xia Xingcheng’s Qian Chengjin, were Qian Chengjin’s two close friends as well as Qian Chengjin’s girlfriend Sha Sha.

When all the preparatory work was done, the clapperboard signaled to begin filming. Xia Xingcheng held a cue stick at his side. With a cigarette between his lips, he bent down at the pool table, his posture domineering. He set up the cue, aimed the white ball, then took a shot with confidence and ease.

In reality, the white ball didn’t hit the coloured balls that he had targeted at all, but he still threw the cue aside exaggeratedly and embraced the actress playing Sha Sha, faking a kiss.

After this shot was taken, Xia Xingcheng subconsciously glanced at Yang Youming.

Yang Youming stood to the side, looking at Xia Xingcheng as he looked at him, then suddenly laughed.

Right in the midst of Qian Chengjin’s prideful gloating, the debt collectors appeared.

Two men with thick and solid builds in black suits from the debt collection agency, who went unnamed in the movie and were called Thug A and Thug B, suddenly entered. They were entirely expressionless as they made their way into the game hall, then directly pulled open a banner on a bamboo pole. Written across it was: “QIAN CHENGJIN, RETURN THE MONEY YOU OWE!”

Xia Xingcheng raised his head and looked at the banner. His face transformed in a flash, and the actress playing his girlfriend hid behind him.

Then, Yang Youming appeared, his hands inside the pocket of his suit pants, the hem of his suit jacket stuck out behind him, completely exposing the black shirt that was tucked into his pants.

He strode forward nonchalantly, the gold chain around his neck swaying side to side. The corners of his eyes were faintly upturned, his jaw slightly raised, and he gave off the air of someone who couldn’t be trifled with.

The camera encircled him once through, shooting his lower body, panning up to his waist—all the way to the perfect line of his side profile.

When he reached the pool table, Thug A moved a chair over for him, and he took a seat, crossed a leg over his knee, and lit a cigar. He didn’t lift his head much, merely raising his eyes to Xia Xingcheng, and asked, “You’re Qian Chengjin?”

Xia Xingcheng’s eyes shifted guardedly. He asked, “Who are you people?”

“Who are we?” Yang Youming bit down on the cigar, his sneer carrying a slight lisp. He raised a hand and gestured for him to look at the banner that was held over his head, then said, “Can’t you read? Return the money!”

This character Qian Chengjin, who grew up in a superior family and was also good-looking to boot, had always been conceited and hellbent on keeping up appearances.

So the moment Xia Xingcheng heard those words, his face changed colour. He pushed his girlfriend behind him and walked towards Yang Youming. Looking down at Yang Youming haughtily, he rolled up his sleeves and, in a rather arrogant tone, said, “Return what money? Do you know who my old man is? Why would I owe someone money?”

Qian Chengjin spent money like water. His friends knew that his family was well-off, so they liked following him around, and he was the one who usually paid for all their expenditures.

Yang Youming loosened his grip on his cigar and fished something out from the inner pocket of his suit. He looked Xia Xingcheng dead in the eye during the entire process, so it took him quite a few tries before he pulled out a slip of paper. He unfolded the note and read: “Qian Chengjin, January 2019, to Jie Yu—”

“Ming ge, it’s Xia Yu,” before he finished speaking, Thug B interrupted him and whispered in his ear.

Yang Youming rolled his eyes and shot a chilling glance his way before continuing, “—The small loan company lent you 10,000 yuan, and the agreed repayment of your loan principal plus interest of 16,000 yuan is already two months overdue!”

“Bullshit!” Xia Xingcheg reacted violently, reaching out to snatch the note from Yang Youming’s hands.

Yang Youming raised his hand, and the two thugs beside him walked over and grabbed Xia Xingcheng, one on his left and the other on his right.

Many of the game hall’s visitors looked their way. Qian Chengjin’s two friends wanted to come over, but Yang Youming stood up and said to them, “Paying back the money you owe is heaven’s law and earth’s principle. What are you? His co-debtors?”

The two men glanced at each other and stood in place.

Yang Youming held the note in his hand and slapped it on Xia Xingcheng’s face. “What’s the use of scrambling for this? Does it mean that you won’t have to return the money if it’s in your hands?”

Xia Xingcheng glared at him and reluctantly said, “I don’t owe any money! Don’t talk nonsense, if you keep pestering me, I’ll call the police.”

The corners of Yang Youming’s mouth curled up. Snorting, he fished out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. When he unfolded it and showed it to Xia Xingcheng, it was the exact loan contract that Xia Xingcheng had signed and fingerprinted.

Xia Xingcheng struggled to snatch it.

Yang Youming said, “This is a copy, don’t be stupid. Hurry up and pay back the money. You pay, we leave.”

Xia Xingcheng’s chest rose and fell intensely, his breathing rough and heavy. He stared at Yang Youming for a moment before averting his gaze. Holding back shame, he said, “I have no money on me right now. I’ll go home and get it for you.”

Yang Youming lowered his head and leisurely refolded the piece of paper, stuffed it into his pocket, then mouthed, “No money huh? You don’t have money but you’re playing pool?” He grabbed Xia Xingcheng’s sweatshirt. When he didn’t find any pockets, he grabbed the hem and shook it, then let go and reached down, his fingers extending into the pocket of his jeans and groping about.

It was close to the root of Xia Xingcheng’s thigh, and it was so hot there that Yang Youming’s hand seemed a little cold when he reached in. The two men were very close. Xia Xingcheng tried to get into his character to distract himself, yet he still blushed red as Yang Youming groped him in public.

After feeling up his pockets, Yang Youming waved a hand and ordered the two thugs to turn him over, then said, “Get him to lift his ass a little higher.”

Thus, one of the thugs pressed down on Xia Xingcheng’s back, making him raise his backside.

This time, Yang Youming took out a phone from his right back pocket, hooked open his left back pocket with a finger, then let go after taking a look inside.

“There should be money in his phone,” Yang Youming said. He lowered his head, and after twice failing to unlock the phone, he suddenly grabbed Xia Xingcheng’s right hand that had been turned over, forcing him to press his thumb on the phone’s fingerprint scanner to unlock it.

Xia Xingcheng tried to retract his hand, but he wasn’t strong enough.

Yang Youming only found 500 yuan in his WeChat wallet. He transferred everything to his own account, threw his phone onto the pool table, and looked at Xia Xingcheng as he cursed him out.

Xia Xingcheng only dared to glare at him. He quietly said, “There’s only that much, I really don’t have any money.”

Yang Youming frowned at his two henchmen. His cigar reached its end, and he dropped it on the floor, not particularly patient as he stamped down to extinguish it. He said, “In that case, give him the gift box.”

Xia Xingcheng was at a total loss.

From the bag he carried on his back, Thug A took out a red dress, a pair of red high heels, and balled up stockings, all of which were placed on the pool table, then impassively said to Xia Xingcheng, “Put them on.”

When Xia Xingcheng saw those goods, he was immediately enraged. Cursing loudly, he lunged at Yang Youming, bellowing, “I’ll end you!”

The two thugs at Yang Youming’s side did not make the slightest movement. Yang Youming grabbed his incoming fist by the wrist and twisted it. When his body turned to the side, Yang Youming raised his leg and kicked Xia Xingcheng’s knee, then kept Xia Xingcheng kneeling on the ground under his knee, cursing in his ear: “You’ll end fuck all. You’re able to borrow money but not return it, this is repayment! Either you put on the dress for laozi yourself, or ask your girlfriend to put it on in your place, your choice!”

Qian Chengjin’s girlfriend had long since been wailing in fear.

Yang Youming released him, and Xia Xingcheng knelt on the floor, his eyes soulless as he gasped for air. The hands that propped his body up slowly clenched into fists, then he got up and grabbed the dress, turning to head to the bathroom.

Yet unexpectedly, Yang Youming picked up a pool cue and stopped him in his tracks, pointing the tip of the cue at his chest and saying, “What have you got to hide? Change right here.”

Xia Xingcheng glowered viciously, fists tightening then loosening. He grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it upwards; underneath, he wasn’t wearing anything else. He took it off and flung it aside, revealing his fair, lean body. The tattoo on his collarbone was especially conspicuous.

Yang Youming held the pool cue on his shoulder, seeming completely relaxed as he watched Xia Xingcheng strip. In actuality, his gaze fell on that tattoo.

With his sweatshirt off, Xia Xingcheng brought the sling dress over and slowly straightened it out in his hands. Then, he took a deep breath and pulled it over his head.

The dress fell well and draped over his body at once. His shoulders were exposed, and the delicate straps fell right over his tattoo.

Yang Youming watched him with great interest, the pool cue swinging over his shoulder.

After putting on the dress, Xia Xingcheng turned to face an unoccupied wall, raked up the hem of his dress, and unbuttoned his jeans. Afterwards, he took them off and dropped them at his feet.

With the pool cue, Yang Youming pointed at the high heels and stockings on the pool table, clicking his tongue.

Thus, Xia Xingcheng shed his shoes and socks, kicked his jeans to the side, and went over to pick up the stockings, feet bare. Hiding behind the pool table, he sat on the floor and slowly put them on, then placed the high heels on the ground and slipped his feet in them one after the other.

The heels were very high, and he was suddenly a little taller than Yang Youming. Because he had to stand on his tiptoes, his feet were stretched taut; his legs were beautifully shaped by the stockings, and they looked both long and straight.

Xia Xingcheng was completely humiliated, but he tried his hardest to repress it, not daring to explode.

Yang Youming appraised him from head to toe for what seemed like half a day, but still felt like there was something missing. He turned to the weeping girl and stuck out his hand. “Got lipstick? Give it to me.”

The girl shot a glance at Xia Xingcheng, then lowered her head and opened her handbag. She took out a lipstick and handed it to Yang Youming, trembling all over.

Yang Youming tossed the cue stick aside, walked up to Xia Xingcheng, and cupped his jaw to lower his head a little. He bit at the lid of the lipstick, then drew along Xia Xingcheng’s lower lip from the edge to the centre.

Xia Xingcheng’s warm breath fanned across Yang Youming’s fingers.

With the lipstick lid between his teeth and a nasty smile on his face, as it happened, Yang Youming was neither hurried nor slow as he applied layer upon layer of lipstick onto Xia Xingcheng’s lips, even exceeding his lip line, red and gaudy.

In the end, he let go of his hand and took two steps back, spat out the lipstick lid in passing, then gave Xia Xingcheng a once over. “Very good. Real pretty. Take him out for a walk.”

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t/n – I COME BEARING F A N A R T of Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming in their movie getup ❤

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