Chapter 838 - Felt Like Dying Of Embarrassment

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Originally, she had planned to endure it and strive to pass this take, but it was getting more and more itchy, so much so that she even forgot her dance routine. She could only stop and reach out an arm to scratch her back.

The director noticed that she had interrupted the performance and asked, “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay, Director. One more time, please.”

Lan Ling-Er had never encountered such an awkward situation before, but fortunately, the itch was temporary.

At the second take, the same thing happened again. The shoot was interrupted halfway through and everyone was watching her scratch herself like a monkey.

If this went on, everyone was going to feel an itch—to laugh.

Many people were snickering. The director said, “Did you not take a bath? Go to bathe yourself now and don’t make all of us wait for you.”

Lan Ling-Er felt like dying of embarrassment. If the director had asked her whether she had taken a bath, was he implying that she was unhygienic?

She had no idea what was going on. The itch came and went whenever it wanted. Now she no longer felt itchy, so she resumed her shoot.

Unfortunately, the third, the fourth… up to the tenth take, almost the same thing happened, interrupting the shoot.

Lan Ling-Er’s body felt very itchy, so itchy that she could feel it in her heart too. She had no choice but to stop shooting entirely.

Back in her private resting lounge, Lan Ling-Er took off her veil. Sha Labi gasped, “My goodness! What is this?”

Lan Ling-Er turned her back at the mirror. She screamed, “Aaaaaahhh!”

Her back was originally smooth and flawless, but now because of the itch and her constant scratching, her entire back looked as though it had been ravaged by a cat and it was covered by red, worm-like scars. It was a shocking sight.

One must know that the body part she was most proud of was her beautiful back.

Whenever she had to attend an event, she would always wear a halter dress. She had even exposed her back during a commercial shoot. She once said in an interview that she was most satisfied with her beautiful back.

However, for a star with the nickname of “Angel with a Beautiful Back,” it was shocking to see her back in this state now.

Lan Ling-Er’s screams were so loud that they were about to break through the ceiling. Xu Xiyan, who was having her makeup touched up next door, curved her lips lightly as she heard her screams.

Wandou had to hand it to her lady boss and had to give her a thumbs up.

Originally, Wandou was still angry with Lan Ling-Er’s assistant, Sha Labi, for snatching Xu Xiyan’s costume. But now, thinking of Lan Ling-Er’s embarrassing performance on the set and her pig-in-the-slaughterhouse scream, she felt very pleased.

No one knew that her lady boss had studied medicine with her grandfather since she was young. Clever and mischievous, she had studied some ancient books and had learned to make this curious itching powder.

At the moment when the dress was snatched away, her lady boss had sprinkled some of the itching powder on the back of the dress. As long it made contact with the skin, this itching powder would penetrate through the skin like poison.

Once it had taken effect, she would feel itchy to the core. No doctor could cure it.

Even if the itching stopped, it would leave scars caused by the scratching. In the long run, the scars would turn into a stubborn skin disease that was difficult to cure forever.

Xu Xiyan and Wandou began to laugh wickedly. Originally, Xu Xiyan didn’t want to use this little trick to deal with Lan Ling-Er, but who told that woman to be so aggressive?

She only had herself to blame!

At the end of the day’s shooting, a group of people gathered for dinner.

The venue of the dinner gathering was Linxiang Restaurant, a high-end private kitchen in East City. This restaurant only accepted six tables of guests a day, and it had been fully booked until three months later.

It was not a restaurant where you could dine in as long you have the money nor reserve a table as long you have the fame; they were able to because Huo Yunshen knew the owner of the restaurant and the owner had given them an exception.

After entering the private dining room, Huang Guoqiang took the initiative to speak first. “This is all thanks to President Huo, otherwise we wouldn’t have had a chance to dine in Linxiang Restaurant.”