Chapter 42: So, Is This the Legendary Shura Field?

"Xiao Zhao, would you like some?" Jing Tian had met Zhao Liying before, back when she visited the set while Chen Mo was directing.

At that time, however, Xiao Zhao was merely a little punching bag on the crew, lacking the confidence she possessed today.

Back then, Jing Tian hadn't paid much attention to her. Of course, there was no particular hostility either, but for some reason, today she simply found herself disliking her.

"Sure, I'll have a piece too." Zhao Liying shot Chen Mo a fierce glare before turning back with a bright smile.

She did not know much about the little wealthy heiress, only that this person came from an extraordinary background and clearly shared an unusual relationship with Chen Mo.

When Chen Mo was shooting his film previously, she had also visited the set. Back then, even though she was the female lead, Chen Mo would scold her twice a day, leaving her with no mental capacity to dwell on such matters.

Times had changed, however. In the past, Chen Mo was like a terrifying demon king in her eyes, so romance was the last thing on her mind. But things were different now.

Although neither had explicitly defined each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, they had, after all, crossed into intimacy! Seeing the little wealthy heiress acting so intimately with Chen Mo now made her curse a storm inside. Yet, being an actress, putting on a front was a professional requirement, so on the surface, everything remained seemingly harmonious.

However...

The little wealthy heiress suddenly pinched the potato chip bag and widened her eyes in mock surprise, saying, "Oh, they're all gone! I'm so sorry."

This maneuver left even Chen Mo dumbfounded.

Dense as he might be, he could clearly sense the faint smell of gunpowder lingering between the two women.

Gone, my foot? Chen Mo never expected the little wealthy heiress to be capable of telling such a barefaced lie.

The crucial point was that such a large bag of potato chips still looked quite puffed up—how on earth could they be gone?

Zhao Liying suddenly smiled. For some reason, Chen Mo felt that the murderous intent in her eyes had also diminished significantly.

"Tian Tian, don't be so stingy. There are clearly still some left, share a little with me." She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jing Tian's hand.

Chen Mo was completely baffled. In fact, Jing Tian was equally bewildered at that moment, wondering why Zhao Liying's attitude had changed so abruptly.

"Fine, here you go!" What else could the little wealthy heiress do? She could only reluctantly hand the potato chips over to Zhao Liying.

"Crunch... they really are quite delicious. Tian Tian, you have some too." Zhao Liying took the chips, popped a piece into her mouth, and then offered another piece right in front of Jing Tian.

Watching the two of them suddenly sharing potato chips so happily, Chen Mo always felt something was slightly off, though he could not quite put his finger on it.

This scene did not escape the eyes of the onlookers on the crew.

Huang Bo and Lei Jiayin exchanged blank stares.

"What is going on here?" Huang Bo asked, looking bewildered.

"Why did they suddenly become so harmonious?" Lei Jiayin wore an equally astonished expression.

"Director Chen is truly formidable!" Huang Bo suddenly sighed in admiration.

"Indeed, I was just worried they might end up in a physical brawl," Lei Jiayin remarked.

"Right, and I was quite curious about which one the director would side with," Huang Bo chimed in.

"Strange, how did the atmosphere change so suddenly?" A voice suddenly cut in—it was none other than that troublemaker Wang Xun.

"Youth is truly wonderful!" Suddenly, another voice drifted over. It was Uncle Ying, who had also been watching the drama unfold from the sidelines, letting out a sudden sigh of emotion.

"Uncle Ying, which one do you think the director will choose?" Huang Bo asked with a curious expression.

Uncle Ying turned his head, glanced at Huang Bo, and said, "You guys are still too young. Why choose?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Neither of them expected Uncle Ying to give such a response. Given Uncle Ying's honest, thick-browed appearance, they never imagined he would utter such words. Yet, looking back at the situation over there, it seemed—perhaps vaguely—that Uncle Ying's answer might actually be the correct one.

In truth, the little wealthy heiress held a very unique status within the crew. On one hand, she had a genuinely pleasant personality, and combined with her generous spending, her handling of people and matters could sometimes be a bit "naive," yet she was extremely well-liked by everyone on the set.

Furthermore, she made no effort to conceal her "relationship" with Chen Mo within the crew, which naturally inclined everyone to quietly take her side in their hearts.

Even so, that was as far as it went. A director's romantic affairs were not something subordinates could meddle in; the most they could do was watch the drama.

The subsequent development of events greatly exceeded Chen Mo's expectations.

With Zhao Liying's arrival, Chen Mo directly gave the crew a day off, planning to take Xiao Zhao out for a stroll. Naturally, the little wealthy heiress hooked her arm through Chen Mo's, declaring that she wanted to go too.

To top it off, Zhao Liying refused to show any weakness, hooking her arm through Chen Mo's other side.

To outsiders, Chen Mo looked like a man blessed with beauties on both arms, enjoying the ultimate fortune. Only he knew how agonizing it truly was.

Jing Tian was relatively well-behaved, merely holding on a bit tighter. Xiao Zhao, however, kept a smile plastered on her face while her other hand stealthily pinched the soft flesh around Chen Mo's waist, executing a smooth twisting motion. Was this a built-in skill for women? How did she manage to find the exact spot so easily? And with such precision—while the physical damage wasn't severe, the pain was genuinely excruciating.

Once they reached the street outside, both women tacitly let go of Chen Mo.

Then, acting like best friends who had known each other for years, they linked arms and strolled along happily, chatting away the entire time.

Instead, Chen Mo ended up looking like a superfluous entity.

Chen Mo scratched his head. Could this be the legendary Shura field?

It didn't quite look like it, though.

Poor Chen Mo, who had lived two lives. Although he had been involved with quite a few women in his past life, those relationships had always been purely romantic and straightforward, meaning he had never experienced any dramatic love triangles or tension-filled showdowns.

As for Chen Mo in this lifetime, the original body had indeed been in a relationship before, but it was of the exceptionally innocent variety, leaving him utterly devoid of actual experience.

Yet, that didn't seem right either. His relationship with Jing Tian, while very close, could hardly be called romantic; at best, it was beyond friendship, but not quite lovers.

Although he was indeed intimate with Xiao Zhao, and while they hadn't explicitly defined their status, everything that needed to happen had already occurred—they certainly couldn't be regarded as purely platonic friends.

Therefore, this could hardly count as trying to straddle two boats... could it?

Still, today's outing was undoubtedly the most agonizing trip Chen Mo had ever endured.

The usually obedient and adorable little wealthy heiress was no longer so compliant, and Xiao Zhao—who previously quailed like a frightened quail whenever scolded by him—kept shooting him looks that felt as if she wanted to carve him up with invisible knives.

In short, it was sheer misery!

Even more agonizing things awaited him later.

Upon returning, Chen Mo and Xiao Zhao naturally shared a tacit understanding. After all, during this visit to the set, Chen Mo had been craving intimacy, and Xiao Zhao was feeling somewhat homesick for his embrace as well.

However, someone refused to let that happen!

The little wealthy heiress seemed to have sensed something and stubbornly clung to Zhao Liying, insisting on dragging her into her room to chat and stay up talking all night.

The little wealthy heiress had suddenly become terribly clingy, and her target was none other than Zhao Liying, making it difficult for Xiao Zhao to refuse. Chen Mo could see that despite their brief acquaintance, Xiao Zhao genuinely seemed to have grown fond of the innocent heiress, truly treating her as a good friend.

This, however, spelled disaster for Chen Mo, who was left to spend the night alone in an empty room.

Chen Mo thought miserably: Didn't they say two monks carry water to drink? How did it end up with no water at all? How frustrating could this possibly be?

The next day, Xiao Zhao departed from the set. After all, she was currently at the peak of her popularity and exceedingly busy.

The little wealthy heiress put on a display of great reluctance to part ways. Chen Mo could tell she genuinely liked Xiao Zhao, while as for what Xiao Zhao felt, Chen Mo had no idea; at any rate, the progression of their relationship had far outpaced his own.

Just yesterday they had been at each other's throats, yet they had transformed into close girlfriends in the blink of an eye, leaving him as the outsider. A woman's heart is as unfathomable as the ocean floor, and Chen Mo felt that life was truly too difficult.

Especially right before leaving, Xiao Zhao had pulled Jing Tian aside to murmur something in a low voice. Although he had no idea what she said to the little heiress, watching the heiress repeatedly turn her head to glare at him, Chen Mo could easily guess it was certainly related to him.

In the days that followed, Chen Mo discovered that the little wealthy heiress had changed.

Whenever any female crew member drew near Chen Mo, the little heiress would materialize by his side within the blink of an eye.

If she wasn't feeding him snacks, she was dragging him into conversation. Chen Mo had always pampered Jing Tian like a child; although it felt a bit peculiar, he really couldn't bring himself to say anything, nor did he have the heart to scold her.

It seemed this behavior was undoubtedly the result of Zhao Liying's parting instructions before she left.

That Xiao Zhao really knew how to create trouble for him!

Consequently, during the subsequent filming sessions, whether it was actresses or other female staff members on the crew, everyone deliberately maintained a safe distance from Chen Mo.

After all, with the little wealthy heiress standing right there, whenever anyone approached, she wouldn't say a word—she would just stare fixedly at them with an expression that loudly declared her territorial sovereignty. Any fool could tell what was going on.