Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 181: Burning Spring - The Whip Scene
The "harmonious" days always pass quickly, and before we know it, it’s the set’s open visit day.
The afternoon was kept free, while there was no change in the filming schedule in the morning. Yu Xia and Xie Qingci performed a major scene.
The scene where she had long awaited, in which Xie Qingci was naked and whipped by her.
After the crew handed her the specially made soft whip, she held onto the whip while waving it in front of Xie Qingci.
Just waiting to start filming and whip him into unconsciousness, made Xie Qingci’s eyelids twitch.
"Yu Xia, please show some mercy later."
"What are you afraid of? According to the original plot, this whip was supposed to be soaked in chili water. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you."
Xie Qingci: "..."
Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
She walked in front with her head held high and her chest out, beckoning him, "Come on, accept the judgment of fate."
The clapperboard hit, and the first take of scene 137 in "Burning Spring" began.
...
The Marquis Mansion was still in mourning, but Song Zhuozhi, who had been compliant, started wearing gold and silver, draped in red and green.
But since those who served her gradually learned she had a change in temperament due to being stimulated, they dared not remind her much.
The once gentle and wise, dignified and elegant legitimate daughter of the General Mansion, Marchioness Yongcheng, had become sensitive, suspicious, and fickle, disliking contradiction or questioning, and even somewhat cold-hearted.
She ignored the major events happening recently in the General Mansion, nor did she care about the Marquis Mansion, letting others gossip about the sordid affairs between the third master and the fifth madam.
Moreover, she didn’t like anyone staying in her inner room to be an eyesore.
The servants stood outside, trembling, listening to the sounds of crying and things being thrown from the inner room, occasionally catching murmurs. They were angry and scared but could only bow their heads deeply.
Inside the room, Song Zhuozhi remained on the couch, wearing a pink peach blossom dress, tossing her gold and jade jewelry around.
After playing enough, she leaned lazily on the bedside, beckoning Lu Jiu.
"Come and keep me company."
Lu Jiu stepped out, standing half a zhang away from her at the side of the chaise longue.
"What does the young miss wish?"
"Come up," she patted the bed, "Come up and keep me company."
He lowered his head further.
"This is improper."
"If I say it’s proper, then it is. You promised just a few days ago to only listen to me, to always keep me in the first place in your heart. What, are you regretting it today?"
She was twisting his words, Lu Jiu thought. He made a promise because of a Shadow Guard’s loyalty to his master, not for the kind of... the kind of romantic reasons she implied.
He stood still, and Song Zhuozhi slowly retracted her smile, her voice cold and congealed, "Are you coming or not?"
He still didn’t speak.
"Hah, you can’t even do this little thing, and you talk about being eternally loyal to your master as a Shadow Guard?"
Lu Jiu squeezed out a sentence, "This is not a small matter."
Her tongue pressed with a smile, her voice enticing, "How is it not small? You won’t suffer any loss, and I, simply lacking a husband’s companionship, need a bit of warmth and comfort. Justifiable and reasonable. Indulging for once, no one will know."
Lu Jiu, of course, couldn’t let her go on like this, remaining unresponsive for a long time.
Enraged by his demeanor, Song Zhuozhi casually grabbed something and hurled it at him.
"Kneel! Take off your clothes for me!"
Kneeling on the ground, his upper body still upright, he unbuttoned his dark attire with an expressionless face.
Soon, he was left with only a single garment.
Song Zhuozhi was capricious, satisfied with watching him one moment, the next moment furious and picking up a soft whip to lash at him.
"Dare to only listen halfway?"
"Putting on a heroic facade, preferring death over compromise, who are you displaying that for?! Don’t say your skin, even your life is mine, spending a night with me, does it really disgrace you?!"
Lu Jiu’s fingers stiffened, slowly stripping off the last layer.
In the not particularly bright inner room, his smooth and distinct muscular lines captured her gaze firmly.
Her gaze frivolously inspected him, and then she gave him a well-deserved lesson.
Lu Jiu didn’t even let out a grunt, remaining kneeling without moving.
Song Zhuozhi looked at him, held her breath slightly, coldly, more meticulously admiring the "picture" she created.
Then, the whip became more cunning, and in the end, even her hand holding the soft whip was trembling.
Lu Jiu was already covered in blood marks, sweat dripping from his forehead.
She flung the whip aside, bare feet walking to stand in front of him, kneeling, gently stroking the wounds with her fingers.
"Isn’t it beautiful?" Her eyes were even pure and clear, seeming genuinely to see something beautiful awaiting his affirmation.
Lu Jiu remained silent, not knowing what to say; such a master was unfamiliar to him.
Song Zhuozhi didn’t need his answer either, thinking if he spoke, it would mostly be a rebuttal, so she continued to talk to herself: "Truly beautiful."
This was a genuine exclamation, evident from her infatuated eyes; she thought the results of her cruel abuse were beautiful.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t keep me company, I won’t blame you, I can’t blame you. I have only you, Jiu, as long as you always put me first, I’ll never blame you, okay?"
Leaning against him again, letting blood stain her dress, she even tugged at her skirt, laughing lively, "Ah, the peach blossom dress has turned into a plum blossom dress from your blood."
"Jiu, don’t stay silent. Tell me, what should I do tomorrow? These days are too hard to bear; I don’t know how I managed before.
Should I visit the General Mansion to see the jokes of my sisters? Seize their savings and drive them out, just like they used to take my jewelry. What do you say?"
Lu Jiu: "The young miss is noble, naturally can do whatever she wants."
She then smiled softly, "Jiu, you’re really good, only you’re so good to me, not forcing me to be a proper lady, nor pushing me to hold goodwill... Jiu, do you like me?"
Lu Jiu remained silent.
Her delicate hands climbed onto his neck, then gripped it fiercely!
"Say, do you like me?" Her voice was gentle and lovely throughout.
Such strength meant nothing to Lu Jiu, but he felt inexplicably that he couldn’t breathe, about to suffocate under the gaze of her bright eyes.
He used to only rebut and explain; now even explanations were gone, rendering his answer unknown — whether to nod or shake his head.
Song Zhuozhi’s hand grew tired, withdrawing in disappointment, seemingly regretful not having seen the spectacle she wanted.
Then she knelt a bit, kissing the marks she left on his neck.
"It’s okay, Jiu, as long as I like you, that’s enough. I like you so much; no one in the world could make me like this, you’ll always stay by my side, right?"
In such soft-spoken expressions of love, Lu Jiu stiffened inch by inch.
Though he knew very well, not a word from her mouth was true.
...
"Cut!"
