Smash hit Word of Honor catapulted Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun to the top of the idol charts. But this well-deserved success is a double-edged sword.
How will they juggle the demands of their newfound fame, balance the relationship with one another a...
Zhang Zhehan closed his eyes as the hairstylist swept back the long grey strands of the wig, pinned it, and liberally doused it with hairspray The makeup artist dabbed at his face with a sponge.
"Okay you're all done. Please head over to Costume."
Zhang Zhehan thanked them and rose from his seat. The wardrobe assistants were ready for him with a bright red costume. He put it on, and frowned at his reflection in the mirror.
"What's wrong?" the wardrobe staff asked him.
Zhang Zhehan fidgeted with the deep-V neckline. "Do you have a safety pin? I want to close up this opening."
"Huh?" The assistant blinked in surprise. "Let me ask my manager." She hurried away to fetch her boss.
Xiaoyu loomed up from behind him. "Why do you need to close it up?"
Zhang Zhehan shot him a coy look. "I'm a married man now, I must be modest."
Xiaoyu threw up a little in his mouth.
"Zhang laoshi, is there a problem?" The costume designer came over.
Zhang Zhehan closed up his neckline again and pointed to a spot. He innocently asked. "Can we put a safety pin here? My boss Zhao Wei-jie doesn't want me to show too much skin."
The designer stared at Zhang Zhehan before turning away. She coughed to hide her laughter. "Sure, of course, since Zhao Wei laoshi said so."
She nodded to her assistant, and excused herself. Pleased that he managed to namedrop his influential boss, Zhang Zhehan stood still to allow the assistant to pin it properly.
After she was done, she stared enviously at his chest. "Wow, Zhang laoshi. Your chest looks like it is about to burst out of the clothes."
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Xiaoyu crowded over for a look. "Yeah Zhang laoshi. Look at the safety pin barely hanging on for dear life. You are stressing it too much, this is workplace abuse."
Zhang Zhehan ignored his friend. Just then director called for him. "Can we start now?"
"Yes!" Zhang Zhehan headed over to the set, and Xiaoyu went to relax in a corner.
The shoot went on smoothly, and Zhang Zhehan was done before long. After thanking everyone on the set, Zhang Zhehan headed back to his dressing room. He opened the door, expecting to find Xiaoyu waiting for him, but it was empty inside.
Slightly puzzled, Zhang Zhehan closed the door behind him. He walked over to the clothes rack, intending to change out of the red costume into his regular clothes.
He heard the door to the room open and close. Without turning around, he asked, "I'm done here, what are we having for dinner later?"
There a chuckle from the door, and a strange voice spoke up. "French. I've already made a reservation."
