Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 232: Watch Me Act

A face full of loathing, he firmly believed Xu Xiangbei was lying: "Who invited you here? Speak up."

Xu Xiangbei spoke the truth: "It was Liu Yuxing who invited me."

The security guards immediately burst into laughter, and Ma Zi jabbed Xu Xiangbei’s chest repeatedly with the rubber baton.

With a look of disdain: "Liu Yuxing is a big star. He would invite you here? Stop dreaming. You’re just trying to sneak in to get an autograph from a celebrity, aren’t you? I’ve seen plenty of fans like you, don’t play these tricks with me."

Xu Xiangbei let out a cold laugh, raised a hand, and the rubber baton was already in his hand. Under the tense and terrified expressions of the security guards, he casually tossed it at Ma Zi’s feet.

The baton landed perfectly on Ma Zi’s ankle, causing him to clutch his leg in pain and sit down heavily on the ground.

Xu Xiangbei coldly smiled: "Sorry for hitting you, I was just trying to return it."

"You brat did it on purpose, brothers, hit him!"

The security guards raised their rubber batons viciously and charged at Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei flicked his toe, and the rubber baton on the ground seemed to have eyes of its own. It flew up swiftly and struck Ma Zi’s head, causing him to clutch his face and slowly fall.

The security guards had no idea what happened, only feeling pain in their wrists. The rubber batons ended up in Xu Xiangbei’s hands, and then those batons flew at them like chaotic flies.

The security guards clutched their heads and squatted on the ground in pain. Xu Xiangbei shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, my eyesight is poor; I meant to throw them on the ground, but they all hit you."

Ma Zi realized they were no match for Xu Xiangbei. He made a phone call, arrogantly pointing at Xu Xiangbei: "Brat, don’t run if you have guts, wait here for me."

"I haven’t run; I’ve been standing here the whole time."

A cold shout came from behind, and over a dozen burly men with bare upper bodies and bulging muscles approached. They all wore training pants with copper waist belts decorated in golden yellow.

These were all martial artists on the set; some were stunt performers, others were stand-ins, most had genuine martial skills and a formidable presence, surrounding Xu Xiangbei like a tide.

Ma Zi quickly ran to the frontmost burly man: "Brother Lu, someone is causing trouble at our set, see how he beat me? We’ve all been beaten by him, and our foreheads are swollen."

Xu Xiangbei glanced at the man leading the group of Lu, feeling familiar, suddenly recalling the good-for-nothing Lu Lin from last night at the northeastern cuisine restaurant. Their appearances seemed identical, suggesting this might be Lu Lin’s brother Lu Yan.

Though the brothers looked alike, elder brother Lu Yan’s aura was clearly much stronger than Lu Lin.

Lu Lin gave Xu Xiangbei a sense of arrogance, treachery, and exaggeration, lacking true skills. Yet, Lu Yan’s eyes exuded ferocity, and his skin emitted a bluish hue, showing he had Inner Strength—far surpassing his outwardly showy brother.

Instantly, Xu Xiangbei became the target of everyone’s rage, as they all clenched their fists with anger toward him.

But Xu Xiangbei remained indifferent, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing an unavoidable fierce battle, someone shouted: "Why are all of you standing here, go film, the director is waiting for you!"

The martial artists dispersed, and a fresh and handsome face squeezed into the crowd.

Dongfang Bai emerged from the crowd, still wearing an ancient-style scholar’s robe, tied with a blue headscarf, resembling a refined and gentle scholar.

Xu Xiangbei did not recognize him at first, but he recognized Xu Xiangbei: "Doctor Xu, is it you? Did you come with Sister Ouyang?"

Only then did Xu Xiangbei recognize Dongfang Bai: "What’s with this outfit, filming a period drama?"

"Yes, currently filming ’Ghost Story’ season three, I’m playing Ning Caichen."

Looking at Dongfang Bai’s jade-like face and radiant spirit, Xu Xiangbei silently praised. Even without acting, his attire made him look like a scholar filled with knowledge.

Lu Yan was readying his fists, but seeing Dongfang Bai knew Xu Xiangbei, exchanged looks with his cohort, and immediately dispersed.

Though Dongfang Bai wasn’t the top male actor at Qinghai Film and Television, he was a rising star highly regarded by the boss Huang Qinghai, often playing male lead roles.

Most martial artists had to act as his stunt double, and the group was rank-structured and strictly hierarchical. While skilled in martial arts, Lu Yan couldn’t afford to offend an actor valued by the boss.

Seeing the martial artists disperse, Ma Zi the security guard had no choice but to lead his men away while nursing his wounds.

Lu Yan watched Xu Xiangbei and Dongfang Bai’s backs, recalling something. He quickly pulled out his phone. Yesterday, brother Lu Lin sent a photo of a stranger saying he was bullied.

The person in the photo was indeed Xu Xiangbei. Having seen the photo, veins bulged on Lu Yan’s forehead, his eyes bloodshot, and his gaze wicked and fierce. He shook his neck and cracked his bones—Xu Xiangbei was the doctor who bullied his brother.

He intently stared at Xu Xiangbei’s back, thinking, Oh brat, there are roads to heaven you don’t take, but you insist on coming to Hell. I didn’t care when I couldn’t see you, but now that I do, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Dongfang Bai, true to his name, had delicate skin, even fairer than some girls, with adorable dimples when he smiled, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a clean-cut appearance like a South Korean young boy.

Wearing a period scholar’s robe, he effortlessly looked like a young lord from a scholarly family, his face aglow, speaking elegantly: "Brother Xu, where’s Sister Ouyang?"

Xu Xiangbei pointed at the most luxurious villa ahead: "She’s accompanying a friend for a screen test in the office building inside."

"Where is she? We call that villa the palace. It’s where our big boss Huang Qinghai likes, not only frequently working there during the day but also living there at night and hosting parties when he’s around. Though he’s not in now, seemingly out."

"That villa is indeed palace-like, decorated lavishly. Looks like your big boss is loaded."

"Certainly, any film random films made in recent years have had billions of box office earnings; how could he not be making money?"

"Then your paychecks must be quite hefty?"

Talking about payroll is a sensitive issue, Dongfang Bai deliberately changed the topic, pointing at a nearby studio: "Come watch me film my scene, it’s about to start in Studio 3."

"Can I watch?"

"With me here, no one will chase you away."

Xu Xiangbei loved watching movies, but viewing a film being made versus watching a finished movie had separate sensations.

Like savoring a delicious dish, eating it brings endless enjoyment, but watching a chef’s detailed preparation may suddenly dull its taste.

That’s how Xu Xiangbei felt—excited initially, watching Dongfang Bai rigged on wires flying around in mid-air, performing various actions against a blue screen.

Those scenes will later be enhanced with many special effects, assembling into an exciting film.