Yet, some reporters deliberately fabricate stories, reporting on various off-the-record incidents involving Dong Jiao—say, her interactions with the tall, bearded director, the cinematographer, and so on—basically making things up. These unwarranted reports truly put immense pressure on Dong Jiao. Originally, filming on location outside Yangshan City was already exhausting; she rose early every morning and didn’t sleep until past midnight, sometimes even staying overnight at the filming site. One day, the older, more persistent suitor, Du, intentionally shot a scene involving Dong Jiao in a particularly poor manner, though Dong indeed gave her all to perform. Yet, when the footage was reviewed, the drama critique team rejected it outright. "Reshot!" the bearded director exclaimed, visibly irritated. Meanwhile, Du, smug and self-satisfied, quietly approached Dong Jiao as she was busy, like a shameless green fly, and said, "How about it? Honestly, this isn’t that difficult, is it? Have you thought about collaborating with me? Collaboration! I’ll make sure you’ll—well—" Dong Jiao glared at Du with fierce determination, retorting, "Dream on! At worst, I’ll just step away from this role "I've got a plan for you—hold on and see!" Du, seeing the toad unable to catch the swan, frowned and said. Indeed, the next day, the director with the full beard told Dong Jiao, "I'm giving you a leave of absence now! How long you'd like to take, that's how long you can have!" Dong was puzzled—during this crucial period, why was she being granted a leave? Upon inquiry, she learned that it was all orchestrated by the female supporting cast members, who discovered that it was the director himself who had announced, "I'm not doing any photography anymore—go find whoever you like!" Because photographers are notoriously picky—driven by Dong Jiao’s pure, elegant image, not a single beautiful female supporting actress has agreed to follow his unspoken rules. Man, Dong Jiao’s beauty is really getting in the way of my affairs. I didn’t expect her to refuse to collaborate with me, but now, even the other young actresses on set won’t budge. Recently, my needs have been especially strong, and with outdoor shoots extending over long periods, the physical demands have become unbearable—my lower half is truly restless and needs to release its primal urges. Yet, thanks to Dong Jiao’s influence, none of the other actresses have agreed to work with me. It seems only way to make my rules effective is to have Dong Jiao leave the production. I’m confident I’ll manage all the others—no worries at all. Hah! I’m really feeling great now! Once Dong Jiao departs, my "bait-and-switch" plan is fully realized. In truth, Dong Jiao has genuine affection for the filming of "Dreaming of the Red Chamber," but she knows what a long vacation means. Where the road ends, someone else will surely take its place. Dong Jiao thought, perhaps it was better to go back to the Hanzhai City TV Production Center after all! Though it might not compare with the drama teams in Kyoto, it surely held promising prospects. As she was just about to leave for Yangshan City at the Golden Yan Hotel, the bearded director and Du Lao appeared unexpectedly. In the private dining room, the bearded director arranged a banquet for Dong Jiao and broke down in tears, saying, "Miss Dong, I truly don't want to see you go! You must build a strong relationship with Du Lao! After all, Du Lao is a key figure in the production team. I, on the other hand, am merely a director without real power!" "If we keep filming scenes that are a bit more intimate, I'm certain we'll make it 2 billion yuan!" Du continued. "Indeed! Indeed!" The director with the thick beard also looked rather flustered. Dong Jiao sipped a glass of red wine and felt her cheeks grow warm, but said nothing. She just shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, but I simply can't do it. If you insist on having me, you might want to consider someone else." With that, she reached for her handbag to leave. But then she felt dizzy—what was going on? She'd only had a glass of red wine. Wasn't that enough to make her feel this way? Suddenly it hit her: the director Du, the ever-ambitious "sugar-daddy," was now more than just interested—he was absolutely flushed with desire. "Ha! My fishing plan—now I'm going to target you!" Du, a true carnivore in matters of romance, wasn't going to let go of the beautiful Dong Jiao any time soon. After all, acting on screen was just one part of the game—life itself was full of performances. Meanwhile, the thick Nothing at all! It's none of my business! I'm leaving! You keep going! Keep going!" As the bearded director walked off, Dong Jiao felt even more dizzy. At that moment, the lusty old Du, like a starving wolf, charged straight at Dong Jiao. Dong Jiao panicked, wanting to shout, but found her voice hoarse and unable to make a sound. All of this was orchestrated by Old Du—he had conspired with the bearded director to stage a joint performance. Ever since Dong Jiao had been filming passionate scenes daily, he himself had been seeking out that same passion, especially in his interactions with the rising, fresh-faced, elegant female star—what a thrill! He'd already been on 100 female celebrities; you're the 101st. With one success, he'll naturally expand his reach—eventually reaching 110. And he's quite satisfied with that number. He'll write a book—*The Photographer and His 110 Women*—sure to become a bestseller. Moreover, with his "scandalous photos" campaign and the cameras installed to capture every passionate moment with each woman, he'll have a full visual record of their intimate scenes. Laozi also became famous, turning into the most outstanding photographer in history! What are those nationally beloved actresses compared to—aren't they just under Laozi's control? Laozi is truly the real MVP! First, let's handle the matter at hand. Du had a sudden, strange thought flash through his mind—he was a true eccentric. He used the ropes to assist in Dr. Dong's unconscious state, binding both her hands and feet securely to the four corners of the large bed. Hah! Let me enjoy myself! Du removed his pants, his robust member rising proudly. As he prepared to tear at Dong's silk-wool thermal blouse, Dong suddenly awoke, struggling fiercely and shouting, "You pervert! Quick, quick, release me!" But realizing her hands and feet were firmly bound, she couldn't move no matter how hard she struggled. She raised her voice even louder, calling out, "Help! Help! Someone's violating me!" Yet no one came to her aid—instead, Du grew panicked. He shoved a cotton ball firmly into Dong's mouth and then tightly secured it with yellow tape. Dong's breathing grew rapid and labored; she closed her eyes in despair, tears welling up. "Hahahaha! What are you crying about? You should be delighted! You're going to share my bed—what a wonderful opportunity!" As long as we keep working together, your career in entertainment will soar! How about that? I'm going to make you absolutely happy!" Du was truly an unprincipled, lust-driven man—now his hands were moving steadily toward the graceful curves of Dong Jiao's chest. "I'd rather die than let you win!" Dong Jiao was fiercely chaste at this moment; she didn't want this old lustful man to take advantage of her and was ready to swallow her own tongue. Yet, with her mouth firmly sealed, it wasn't easy for her to die. "Ha ha! You want to die? That won't be so easy. I always knew you were a virtuous woman, a woman of strong moral integrity. Such women are now rare indeed. But the more you remain steadfast, the more I find myself drawn to you!"