<h4>Chapter 1291: Chapter 1304</h4>


    Chu Ge smiled and shook his head lightly, "No, since I passed this take, I’ll be on my way."


    Chu Ge said politely.


    Han Wanwan was still shocked by Chu Ge’s acting. She almost got swept away by him, especially by his eyes, which could surprisingly shake her inner being.


    Han Wanwan said defiantly, "I don’t ept this!"


    Chu Ge looked at her, puzzled, "What’s there not to ept in acting? Didn’t you say acting relies not on skills but on heartfelt performance?"


    "Hmph! Maybe it was just a fluke for you? Director, is there another scene? Let’s act another round!"


    He was someone who had never been involved in acting, and yet he acted better than her. It was quite unbearable for her, and she had to turn the tables!


    The director scratched his head in bewilderment, "There is, but..."


    "Don’t worry, we’re just testing the scene, we won’t take other people’s parts."


    She just wanted to prove, prove she’s not worse than Chu Ge! No! She wanted to prove Chu Ge is actually terrible!


    Chu Ge raised an eyebrow yfully; it seemed Han Wanwan was determined topete with him.


    Soon, the director brought over the script for the next shoot, not because he was idle, but he also wanted to see if this Chu Ge was truly a natural actor.


    Upon seeing the script, Han Wanwan was utterly exasperated.


    "What kind of lousy script is this? Making me shoot a bed scene with this hooligan!"


    The director chuckled awkwardly, "The scene starts here; only then can we tell if someone is truly suited for acting."


    Han Wanwan’s cheeks turned beet red; she felt as if she had dug a pit for herself!


    Fortunately, her acting professionalism was high; she quickly adjusted her emotions and immersed herself in the role.


    The story’s premise is the female lead attending her ex’s wedding, getting drunk, and flirting with a man.


    And the scene starts directly after the sleeping.


    Sunlight passed through the sheer window curtains, casting a variety of light and shadow shapes on the silk quilt and Han Wanwan’s face.


    She rubbed her throbbing head, stretched her body, and cursed softly, "Who said drinking dispels sorrow? Liar!"


    She got drunk, and not only did the sorrow not go away, but everything hurt.


    A pair of amber eyes, slightly sleepy, looked down at her, as a husky, low,zy voice drifted from between rose-colored lips, "Awake?"


    A momentter.


    Han Wanwan suddenly sat up, the piercing pain in her body made her take a deep breath, and she pointed trembling fingers at the man on the bed and asked, "Who... who... who are you?! How did you end up in my home?"


    The man on the bed turned over, the shadow of the flowers was cast on his strong, handsome, and distinctly defined face, seemingly misunderstanding her question, hezily replied from his wing of the nose, "Hmm?"


    Hmm what Hmm? I’m asking you a question!


    Han Wanwan seemed to have forgotten something more important, running barefoot out of the bedroom.


    Her home...


    Han Wanwan stood dazedly at the bedroom door.


    How did everything change overnight?


    The spacious and bright living room was at least three timesrger than her own, with understated luxury decor that made her dizzy for a moment, even giving her the illusion she had arrived at the British Pce?


    Outside a floor-to-ceiling window, the Bund’s sea view was directly facing her, a deep blue sky with not a cloud in sight.


    "Ah! Ah! Ah!"


    "Seen enough?"


    "Well, aboutst night..."


    Han Wanwan’s tongue started to tie itself into knots, "Sorry aboutst night, I hope the wine bottle didn’t hit you?"


    "Mm." Only an inch more and she would have scarred him.


    "..." Han Wanwan was at a loss; now she was like a mute who ate a bitter remedy, suffering in silence.


    Faced with such matters, Han Wanwan could only consider herself unlucky. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and after much effort, finally uttered with difficulty, "Sir, for what happened, I’m very sorry. After all, we’re both adults, so let’s just treat it as a grown-up game and forget about it."


    So, please don’t ask forpensation, especially exorbitant ones.


    Han Wanwan instinctively touched her pocket; inside were only a few pathetic coins, lying there, waiting for their owner to show mercy.


    Chu Ge’s mouth curled with a faint trace of evil energy, "But, the first time, it’s quite important, should take responsibility."


    Res...responsibility? For what?


    Why do these words sound so familiar?


    "Moreover, Miss Lin, yesterday you proposed to me, and I epted."


    These words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking her inside and out.


    What? Proposal? And she was the one who proposed? Is this person insane? She doesn’t even know who he is, so how could she propose?!