All Chapters of The Rising Temperature between Me and My “Step-brother”: Chapter 231 - Chapter 238

Wendy didn't join the subsequent conversation, going off by herself instead to check the props and set.All crew members had gathered at the studio by 8:30. At ten o'clock, the first player to arrive was Grant Holland, though he wasn't late. There was still preparatory work before filming, and players could arrive by 10:30.Helen, the project lead, looked at Wendy. "Wendy, go get the printed lines for me."Helen had Grant try reading the ad copy once, but it didn't seem quite right. The players had rough voices, and the usual promotional phrases felt awkward coming from them. Within a dozen minutes, the copy was revised and reprinted."Okay," Wendy agreed, turning and hurrying towards the door.Just as Wendy was about to grab the doorknob, the door was pushed open from the outside. Unable to stop her momentum, she plunged into the strong chest of the person entering."Sorry, I'm in a hurry—"Wendy looked up. The moment she saw w

The afternoon shoot went smoothly immediately after the change of personnel.Asher only needed to look at the lines a few times before he could deliver them without the script, and he passed his on-camera takes in just three attempts. Grant watched from the side, his brow unconsciously furrowing again."They said it was to give me time to prepare," Grant muttered. "But somehow I feel even more pressure."The shoot started at 1:30 PM. Asher's changing, makeup, styling, line memorization, and filming combined took only an hour. Just as everyone thought they could wrap up early today, Grant once again shattered everyone's hopes.The key light was aimed at Grant, making the surroundings of the studio appear darker by contrast. Wendy stood towards the back, separated from Asher by several people.Despite this, she still felt a gaze occasionally falling on her.Wendy did her best to ignore it, but Asher's presence was just too...Wendy turned her head to

"Asher Voss, you shouldn't just answer my phone!"Wendy turned away angrily, her back to Asher as she sent a message to Duan He.Wendy: [Sorry, I'm dealing with something urgent right now and can't take calls. Wait for me at the coffee shop across from the studio. I'll come find you soon.]Using voice would have been easier than typing, but Wendy was afraid Asher might deliberately make a sound while she was speaking, so she sent a text instead.After sending the message, as she turned, Wendy caught sight of the car door handle in her peripheral vision. What if she just got out of the car now?She considered it for a second. Not a good idea. If she left before Asher even said why he wanted to see her, then what was the point of getting in the car in the first place?But then again, that wasn't quite right either. She hadn't gotten in voluntarily. It was the person who should have left long ago waiting downstairs, taking advantage of the fact

On Saturday afternoon, after lunch, Wendy stayed in her apartment translating videos. Not only did she have to translate, but she also had to add subtitles for Jessica, upload them to Chinese video websites, and even help communicate with Chinese clients interested in collaboration for promotions.She was essentially a quadruple threat: translator, post-production editor, business liaison, and assistant all in one.Outside the window, the summer heat was oppressive, while inside, the air conditioning was set very low. Wendy wore a long-sleeved shirt and shorts, her feet resting on a chair cushion, loudly crunching the ice cubes in her coffee.As expected, she had suffered from insomnia the night before. This was already her second cup of coffee. She stared intently at the screen, doing a second check of the translated subtitles.Ok! No problems. While the video was uploading, Wendy sent a message to Jessica, letting her know this week's video was also rea