Chapter 231: The Heir of the Big Boss! The Daughters of the Ji Family (2)
Translator: _Min_
The next morning, the second day of the promotional film shoot comnced.
The host noticed that only Si Fuqing and Jiang Changning from the Starry Star
Girls had arrived and was puzzled. “Where are the other two teachers?”
Si Fuqing, biting into a bun, replied nonchalantly, “One’s in the hospital, the other’s at the police station.”
The host was taken aback and asked, “Did they get into so trouble?”
Jiang Changning clarified, “Intentional destruction of property.”
The host nodded, deciding internally to remove all footage of Cen Xiaosi and her accomplice from the production.
“Sister Qingqing!” A young boy ca running over, his face flushed with excitent. “Sister Qingqing, you look even more beautiful today.”
“Ah, it’s you. I brought a gift for you,” Si Fuqing turned around. “By the way, what’s your na again?”
The boy was speechless.
Jiang Changning couldn’t help but snicker.
Looking a bit hurt, the boy said, “Sister Qingqing, we’ve perford on stage together twice. I even danced around you when you were in the background.” Si Fuqing, expressionless, asked, “Should I thank you for that?”
“No,” the boy replied earnestly. “It just proves I have an eye for beauty. I knew you were beautiful from the start.”
“Smooth talker,” Si Fuqing complinted, pulling out a dicine bottle from her bag. “I noticed bruises on your arm. Here’s so ointnt. Apply it twice a day; it’s quite effective.”
“Sister Qingqing, you’re so thoughtful. I really like you,” the boy said with sparkling eyes. “My na is Ye Zhi, don’t forget it!”
Si Fuqing turned away indifferently, thinking she had indeed encountered a male version of Yu Tang.
As they continued filming, grandpas and grandmas were playing chess and mahjong nearby.
The old man from yesterday was also there, sitting leisurely in the sun instead of playing chess.
Behind him stood a middle-aged man, surprised to see the elder up so early just to watch the filming. “Director, you woke up so early just to see the filming?”
“Isn’t she beautiful?” the old man squinted his eyes. “Pity I don’t have a grandson, or I’d set them up.”
The middle-aged man was speechless.
“Director, you think she resembles soone?” the middle-aged man asked, frowning. “No, it’s more like soone resembles her.”
“I looked her up,” the old man slowly picked up his tea cup, “She’s a rising beauty in the entertainnt industry, said to have unified the industry’s aesthetic standard. It’s only natural others would look like her, with such beauty appearing once in many years.”
The middle-aged man was astonished by the old man’s trendy knowledge.
He was slightly embarrassed.
The middle-aged man lowered his voice, a serious expression on his face. “Do you rember the Ji family from Sijiu City, director?”
The old man pondered for a mont, then nodded slightly. “I have a vague mory of them.”
“They once requested your presence at the Heaven Earth Alliance to teach their young miss the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,” the middle-aged man explained. “I accompanied you back then and caught a glimpse of Miss Ji, who was kept away from the public eye. She bears a striking resemblance to Miss Si.”
He paused, reflecting, “But it’s not that they look exactly alike. Of course, she wasn’t as beautiful as Miss Si, but at a glance, one could easily mistake one for the other. Just now, I almost thought it was Miss Ji who had arrived.” It was indeed a curious coincidence.
“I don’t recall that,” the old man replied, casually waving his fan. “Many have sought my teachings, but I don’t teach just anyone. They must possess a certain talent.”
“I have no recollection of her, which ans she either lacked distinctive features or was exceptionally dull. ”
The middle-aged man choked on his words.
He thought to himself that to catch the old man’s eye, one had to be not just talented, but almost unnaturally so.
“I’ve decided to find a successor,” the elder mused. “What do you think about this young girl?”
The middle-aged man was montarily stunned, then quickly glanced at Si
Fuqing. “Are you serious?”
“Quite serious,” the old man affird. “But it seems the young lady is sowhat reluctant. I need to devise a way to persuade her. Go and find out what she likes.”
The middle-aged man was still in shock. “Eh?”
The old man kicked him lightly. ‘What are you waiting for? Go on, hurry.”
The middle-aged man wiped his face, feeling deeply startled by the day’s events and in need of a mont to recover.
He then recalled the situation of the Ji family.
The Ji family had two daughters, but their lives were worlds apart.
One was raised as a boy and sent to the Thousand Army Alliance at the tender age of three, her body bearing the scars of countless battles..
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