Rebirth from the Ashes Chapter 620 - No One’s to Lay a Finger on My Hair

Chapter 620: No One’s to Lay a Finger on My Hair
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With downcast eyes, Li Yuan stared at Toffeecito and made a shushing gesture.
Shen Xi pricked up her ears. “What’s wrong with Toffeecito?”
Li Yuan smiled. “It misses you.”
With the camera pointing at Toffeecito, the cat’s head occupied the entire screen. It was unknown whether Toffeecito saw Shen Xi as it opened its jaw to meow.
Shen Xi protested, “I can’t see anything.”
Li Yuan warmly responded, “It’s time for bed, Toffeecito’s mom.”
Having never heard him call her that, Shen Xi was red in the ears. “You should get some sleep too, Toffeecito’s dad.”
“Goodnight.” Li Yuan gulped down hard at the sight of his blushing girl. To be able to see but not to touch her was a hard pill to swallow.
“I’m going to sleep.” Getting up, Shen Xi ran to the bedroom and jumped into bed before placing the phone next to her.
“Okay.” Li Yuan could not see the girl on his screen. All he saw was the roof of her room. He smiled. “I have work to do, but you should rest now.”
Shen Xi shook her head, regardless of whether he could see it or not. She playfully whined, “No, I’ll go to sleep while you handle your business.”
The girl sure got Li Yuan by the b*lls. “Sure.”
Shen Xi was really tired after working out the kinks for several hours on end, showering, and chatting for a bit. With the man’s voice soothing her soul like a lullaby, she soon fell into a deep slumber.
Catching the girl’s paced breathing and muffling voice, Li Yuan said, “That’s all for today’s meeting.”
With that, he shut the computer and ended the teleconference.
The girl must be asleep next to her phone. Although Li Yuan could hear her breathing, he was unable to get a view of her on the screen at all.
He was worried, wondering if she was nicely tucked under the sheets or whether she would kick off the covers. Did she adjust the air-conditioning so as not to catch a cold?
As the clock struck ten, Kun Lun knocked on the door and cautioned Li Yuan. “Boss, Ms. Shen advised that you should be in bed by now.”
He did not set the time, but rather Ms. Shen did. It did not matter what Boss was doing so long Ms. Shen’s instructions were followed to a tee.
“Alright.” Li Yuan responded. Not forgetting his phone, Li Yuan wheeled himself out of the study and gazed at the sky outside. Picking up on the howling wind, he glanced at his phone with worry.
Kun Lun quietly stood aside as Li Yuan entered the bedroom and struggled to get into bed. His eyes were fixated on Li Yuan’s legs.
Since the intervention, Boss had been keeping up with the rehabilitation following the massage and acupuncture treatment.
Boss had recently felt sensation in his legs, and his recovery grew optimistic after taking the drug Ms. Shen gave him last week.
Kun Lun had the feeling that Boss might be able to stand on his feet by the time Ms. Shen returned. Nothing made him more excited and grateful than this monumental moment.
That night, Li Yuan had a bad sleep as his mind was troubled with her not tucked under the bed, kicking the covers off, and that the room temperature was set too low.
On the same night, Shen Xi was having her beauty sleep.
Sleeping next door to Shen Xi, Li Jingran had a nightmare. She jolted up in cold sweat in the middle of the night and was too terrified to go back to sleep.
Li Jingran dreamed of Yuan Heng jumping off the building in front of her and dying at her feet. She lowered her head to inspect the mangled body in a pool of blood only for the corpse to open its eyes and stare straight at Li Jingran.
Yuan Heng’s begrudging eyes were all Li Jingran could see every time she closed hers. Those bloodshot eyes looked as though Yuan Heng wanted to drag Li Jingran down to hell.
The next morning.
Su Ruowan knocked on the door and was met with Li Jingran’s pale face. Startled, she looked at her mom with concern. “What’s wrong, Mom? Didn’t you sleep well?”
Li Jingran was still haunted by the rancorous face every time she closed her eyes. She shook her head at Su Ruowan. “I think it’s just the weather.”
Su Ruowan doubted that that was the case, but she would not press for questions. After all, she balanced her tact well enough to portray herself in an empathetic light.
The mother and daughter met up with the rest of the crew all dolled up. It was pure aesthetics to see them pictured together.
Standing by the window, Shen Xi watched them leave in the car before making her way to the set in a mask, sunglasses, and a black cap.
Shen Xi had her own writer’s room on set. No different from the network studio, the writer’s room provided a 360-degree view of the filming site.
It was ten o’clock in the morning.
The opening ceremony was over.
The first scene was between Li Jingran and Lin Chan.
However, there was a problem with Li Jingran.
“Tell your director, Mr. Hu, that I won’t shave my head. I don’t care who comes but no one is to lay a finger on my hair!” Li Jingran sternly gazed at the stylist who came with haircutting tools.
The stylist was a girl who had not been in the business for long. Since no one wanted to get into the sh*t, they shoved the task at her. Scared stiff, the girl was nearly driven to tears by Li Jingran’s telling-off.
As there were no individual dressing rooms on the set, everyone shared one big room for hair and makeup regardless of fame. Many looked over.
Curling her lips gloatingly, Lin Chan drew close and backed the girl up. “Ms. Li, she’s only a stylist. It’s not for her to decide, so why are you throwing a tantrum at her? You’re scaring her.”
Li Jingran was already livid, but Lin Chan’s words threw her over the edge. The d*mn b*tch had no business to poke her nose in! Giving Lin Chan the cold shoulder, Li Jingran turned to the stylist. “Get Mr. Hu over here. I’ll talk to him myself.”
She had mentioned it time and again. She would not shave her head off. Never!
Hu Zheng found himself in a difficult position as Li Jingran was a big name in showbiz. A measly director like him carried no weight with her. Despite his reluctance to head over, Hu Zheng braved himself and brought on the attitude of a director. “Ms. Li, we signed the contract, and the actors are to fully immerse into their roles. You’re making this difficult for us.”
Having had enough of the same excuse, Li Jingran coldly stared at him. “I told you that we can use a wig. I don’t mind a wig.”
“Screenwriter Cloud Seven said that the visuals won’t be as good with a wig. I hope you can understand.” Hu Zheng had to mention Screenwriter Cloud Seven.
The tug-o-war had been ongoing for more than two weeks now.. Li Jingran would rather die than shave her head while Screenwriter Cloud Seven refused to budge and insisted Li Jingran did as instructed.