The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Shen Che turned his head, a slight smile on his face. "I'm wondering what I would be like if I were an ordinary person." He paused, "Maybe I would be a piano teacher. After teaching every day, I would go to the market to buy vegetables and then go home to cook a simple bowl of noodles."

The gentle heart suddenly softened.

“Then I’ll go to your piano class as an assistant,” she said half-jokingly, “and eat your noodles.”

Shen Che was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

His laughter was deep and sweet, especially clear in the quiet street. "Okay," he said with a glint in his eyes, "it's settled."

They walked aimlessly along the riverbank, occasionally stopping to watch street performers. An old man playing the violin played "La Vie en Rose". Shen Che suddenly took Wen Rou's hand and spun her around in a circle in front of her surprised eyes.

"Dancing?" There was a sly smile in his eyes, like a teenager who had succeeded in a prank.

Before Wenrou could react, he pulled her into his arms.

Shen Che's hand rested lightly on her waist, keeping the distance just right, yet close enough for her to smell the faint scent of cedar on him. Their steps were not coordinated, and they stepped on each other's feet several times, but they couldn't help but laugh together.

"You dance so badly." Wenrou complained softly, but couldn't hide the upturned corners of her mouth.

"Same here." Shen Che counterattacked, but hugged her tighter.

When the music ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Shen Che's forehead, and Wenrou subconsciously reached out to wipe them away for him. This action was too natural, and by the time she reacted, her fingers had already rested on his slightly hot cheek.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Shen Che's gaze fell on her face, and Wenrou could clearly see her own reflection in his amber pupils. His breath gently brushed against her fingertips, carrying the sweet scent of hot cocoa.

"I..." Wenrou was about to speak when cheers suddenly came from a distance.

The Eiffel Tower's hourly light show began, and the brilliant golden light illuminated the entire river.

Shen Che and Wenrou turned their heads at the same time, missing the flash of disappointment in each other's eyes.

"It's time to go back," Shen Che said softly, but he stood still. "I still have work to do tomorrow."

He nodded gently, but did not move.

The two of them stood by the river, letting the night wind mess up their hair and the light stretch their shadows very long, as if they were waiting for the other to turn around first, and as if they were both afraid of the end of this moment.

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After returning to China, Shen Che immediately started filming the new season of the dating variety show "Heart Frequency". As his personal assistant, Wenrou had to accompany the crew throughout the whole process.

The sunlight on the set was glaring. Wenrou stood next to the monitor, holding Shen Che's thermos and spare coat in her hands.

In front of the camera, Shen Che was wearing a simple white shirt with two buttons on the collar casually open, revealing his delicate collarbone. He lowered his head slightly and listened attentively to Su Yuan's words. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves of the sycamore tree, casting mottled light and shadow on his face.

Yuan was wearing a light pink dress today with an exquisite pearl hairpin in her hair. When she looked up at Shen Che, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

Su Yuan is a young actress who has become popular recently. She is sweet and lovely, and she and Shen Che form the most popular "CP" in variety shows.

"Teacher Shen is really good at taking care of people," Su Yuan tilted her head, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "just now when we were playing games, you were protecting me the whole time."

Shen Che raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing that gentle and familiar smile: "It's my duty." His voice was low and pleasant, like the strings of a cello being gently plucked.

Wenrou stood on the sidelines, feeling as if her throat was blocked by something.

She was so familiar with this smile—in the Parisian night, in the darkness ten thousand meters above, he had smiled at her like this before. Back then, she had thought this tenderness belonged only to her. But now, he had so easily given it to someone else.

"Cut! Very good!" The director's voice interrupted her gentle thoughts. "Ten minutes of rest and prepare for the next scene."

Shen Che walked out of the filming area, his hair slightly damp with sweat. He casually unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

When passing by Wenrou, his eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he naturally extended his hand.

Wenrou immediately adjusted her expression and handed over the thermos cup: "Warm water with a little honey." Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. "You said your throat was a little uncomfortable this morning."

"Thank you." Shen Che took it, his fingertips accidentally touching her hand, but he quickly withdrew it, as if it was just an ordinary contact between an assistant and an artist.

Wenrou lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes. She felt as if her heart was being pricked by countless fine needles, the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.

"Teacher Shen~" Su Yuan's voice came from far away. She trotted over and took Shen Che's arm affectionately. "I don't quite understand the part later. Can you teach me again?" She looked up, her eyes full of anticipation.

Shen Che nodded: "Okay."

Su Yuan's gaze then turned to Wenrou, and she looked him up and down. A sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but there was a bit of scrutiny and contempt in her eyes: "Miss Assistant, can you help me get an iced American coffee? Less ice, and double syrup." Her tone was as if she was ordering her own servant.

Wenrou was stunned. Before she could answer, Shen Che spoke: "She is not your assistant." His voice was still calm, but Wenrou could hear a hint of displeasure.

Su Yuan's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. "But everyone is busy," she said with a deliberately innocent tone, "and I don't think she's doing anything wrong standing here."

The atmosphere on the set suddenly became subtle, and several staff members secretly looked over here.

Wenrou didn't want to embarrass Shen Che, so she whispered, "I'll go buy it." When she turned around, she heard Su Yuan's sweet voice, "Teacher Shen, your assistant has a really good temper."

Wenrou walked quickly towards the coffee shop, her eyes slightly warm. She knew she had no right to be sad, but her heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

——It turns out that his tenderness is never given to just one person.

——What she thought was special was just his habitual consideration.