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Xiang-Nuan tugged at the corner of her lips: "President Shen is too kind."

Secrets can't be kept in this circle. The news of Xiang-Nuan and Shen Yanshi's breakup had already spread. Indeed, their relationship didn't even deserve to be called a breakup.

Shen Yanshi didn't look at her again. At the right moment, Lee-Zheng said, "It's rare for President Shen to visit. We're shooting a major scene today, so it's a good opportunity for President Shen to have a look. If you have any feedback, we can discuss it."

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The production had been underway for over a month, and it was Shen Yanshi's first visit. Naturally, the crew was energized to deal with it.

"Sure," Shen Yanshi casually agreed.

Lee-Zheng patted Xiang-Nuan on the shoulder: "Go touch up your makeup. Get ready for the next scene."

The makeup artists quickly surrounded her, efficiently touching up her makeup, working much faster than usual.

The next scene featured Meng Xingwan defending the city and battling the enemy forces. It was a fight scene with a large scale, perfect for showing to the investors to make them feel their money was well spent.

The makeup was mainly to make her look more disheveled. Since joining the crew, Xiang-Nuan had hardly had a moment when she was clean.

Her beauty was too radiant, and her skin too fair; the makeup had to be heavily darkened to suit the battle scenes, complete with simulated injuries.

Once the makeup was done, she mounted her horse and, with a kick to its belly, charged towards the city wall.

The grand scene was shot from a distance by the director's team, but the monitor displayed everything clearly.

Sitting in front of the monitor, Shen Yanshi watched the woman on the screen, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, her gaze sharp and resolute, a fierce light suddenly flashing.

He raised an eyebrow slightly; she hardly resembled the little woman who used to snuggle into his arms and act coquettishly.

Meng Xingwan raised her spear and shouted, "Qi Mo army, heed my command! Swear to defend Cangzhou to the death!"

The soldiers behind her echoed in unison, "Swear to defend Cangzhou! Swear to defend Cangzhou!"

"Charge!"

The soldiers rushed forward, fearlessly facing the enemy.

"Cut!" Lee-Zheng applauded with a smile: "Good, very good."

He turned to Shen Yanshi: "What do you think, President Shen? Was that take satisfactory? Was the scale grand enough?"

Shen Yanshi cracked a smile: "With Director Lee personally overseeing, what's there for me to worry about?"

"Haha, President Shen, you flatter me!"

Lee-Zheng felt much more at ease. Who wouldn't like an investor who provided ample funds and few troubles?

The ones to fear were those who lacked professionalism yet still tried to direct and interfere without knowing what they were doing.

Shen Yanshi glanced at his watch: "It's getting late; I should be going."

"Hey, won't you stay for dinner, President Shen? I was about to treat you."

"No, I have other matters to attend to this evening."

"Busy as always, President Shen. We truly appreciate you taking the time to visit."

Shen Yanshi nodded and walked away.

Lee-Zheng nudged Xiang-Nuan's arm and whispered, "Go see off President Shen, and be nice about it. He was generous enough not to replace you; you should at least show some gratitude."

Even if a deal doesn't work out, goodwill remains. Although their relationship had ended, since Shen Yanshi had given her face, how could Xiang-Nuan not reciprocate?

Xiang-Nuan nodded: "Understood."

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"No need."

As Xiang-Nuan stepped out of the set, Shen Yanshi was about to get into his car, talking with the producer Fang-Wei.

Fang-Wei smiled upon seeing Xiang-Nuan: "Nuan-Nuan is here. You send off President Shen."

People in the industry were all too clever.

Fang-Wei left just in time.

Xiang-Nuan felt an inexplicable awkwardness. She had imagined many scenarios of confrontation after their fallout, even the worst outcomes, but she never expected they could stand here so amicably saying goodbye.

Shen Yanshi stood with one hand in his pocket, his suit as impeccably tailored as ever, but his calm eyes held a trace of darkness as he looked at her.

"Take care, President Shen," she said with a casual smile.

It wasn't the sweet, coy, coquettish smile of the past; her smile was indifferent, superficial, ready to dissipate at the slightest breath.