After everything was done.
It was as if nothing had happened before.
Neither of them brought up that matter again.
"Is the film finished so quickly?" Sun Dasheng looked at Yang Mi appreciatively as she helped him tidy up his clothes. This woman had a sense of propriety and was smart too.
"Yes, I asked the director to concentrate my scenes at the beginning and finish shooting quickly. My parents called , and the kid misses ."
So that’s how it was.
Thinking of the child, he pressed the car microphone and instructed Da Yong in the front to head toward Yang Mi’s parents’ place.
"Since the child misses his mom, let’s go bring him over."
"Okay, thank you." Yang Mi rested her head on his shoulder, just like Liu Yifei used to.
These two rivals resting on his shoulder in the sa position amused Sun Dasheng.
"What issues did you face while shooting this ti?" Sun Dasheng, feeling bored, tried to start a conversation.
Talking about this topic, Yang Mi suddenly didn’t feel sleepy anymore.
"You don’t know, I haven’t been on a shoot for a while, and the crew felt sowhat unfamiliar."
"Oh, tell about it." Sun Dasheng adjusted his seat back, reclining to listen to her.
"Those new generation girls, oh, they’re even more obsessed than we were back in the day." Yang Mi began to elaborate on the phenona she observed on set.
Sun Dasheng nodded thoughtfully.
The current entertainnt industry indeed seems hijacked by a singular standard of beauty, with "pale, young, and thin" becoming the mainstream pursuit.
Female celebrities, to look good on cara, desperately diet. At a height of 1.7 ters, weighing over 90 pounds might subject them to external criticism.
This excessive pursuit of thinness not only imposes trendous physical and psychological pressure on celebrities, but also misleads ordinary people.
In order to conform to this so-called "beauty," ordinary people often sacrifice their health, resorting to extre dieting and rampant use of slimming products.
The trend on Weibo and Xiaohongshu also stems from this celebrity group.
Thinking of this, he suddenly rembered a debate: is it because of n’s preferences that the trend of pale, young, and thin beca popular among won?
Clothes need to be worn a few sizes smaller, even children’s clothing, and they like to act cute in short videos, attempting to stay young.
Or is it a natural evolution of won’s aesthetics, as they inherently like youthfulness, dreaming of always being eighteen?
Yang Mi imdiately expressed her opinion: "Of course, it’s because of you n. What you like influences those girls to cater to your tastes. Isn’t it obvious?"
Sun Dasheng promptly countered: "Don’t you won often claim to want to be independent? So even say they spend hours ticulously applying makeup just to please themselves. Do such won need to change their aesthetics to cater to n?"
"Uh..." Yang Mi froze for a few seconds.
Then quickly recovered.
How can you use the spear of seemingly independent won to attack the shield of those who exploit relationships?
"Oh, so according to you, those supposedly independent won online are just pretending? Be careful those independent won don’t hear you and write a long article about it." Sun Dasheng laughed.
"Hmph! I’m not afraid." Yang Mi crossed her arms. "Truly independent won are too busy to engage in online argunts."
"Oh, is that so? Then in your opinion, what makes a truly independent woman?" Sun Dasheng posed a challenging question.
But she wasn’t stumped.
Before wanting to lean on Sun Dasheng, she actually always had an independent and assertive mindset.
Due to so reasons, her mindset shifted, but she still rembered her previous thoughts and actions.
So she explained: "I believe a truly independent woman must achieve the following points."
"Please share, I’m all ears!" Sun Dasheng adjusted his seat, sitting upright.
Yang Mi raised one finger: "First: Economic independence is the foundation. It is the most direct manifestation of an independent woman.
A woman must be able to earn a stable inco through her abilities, sufficient to cover her living expenses.
Whether through a stable job, successful entrepreneurship, or other legal sources of inco, she can independently decide her consumption thods, not needing to rely on others’ financial assistance.
That’s the premise of independence."
"Without economic independence, it’s all just illusions," she continued. "Like I said before, most of the loudly proclaiming childless, cat-loving won online aren’t economically independent, hence not independent won."
"Makes sense, please continue." Sun Dasheng admired.
She raised a second finger: "Second: Emotional independence is the core. A woman with emotional independence has a strong inner world, with a clear understanding of her strengths and weaknesses, accepting herself calmly.
Faced with difficulties and setbacks, she won’t be easily defeated, but will face them with resilience."
"She must let go of emotional impulsiveness," she added.
"Uh-huh, rational thinking. Not many won can achieve that, right?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Yes, that’s why there are so few independent won. The successful independent won online are invariably in the girl-boss mode, like Gree’s Dong Mingzhu."
"Does one have to be a girl-boss to be an independent woman?" Sun Dasheng was skeptical.
"Not necessarily. Weren’t the won of our previous generation independent?" Yang Mi countered.
Thinking of his mother, Sun Dasheng nodded in agreent: "Won of that era could do anything — farming, mining. Wherever the country needed them, they were there. Today’s pampered generation can’t compare at all."
"Yes, don’t be deceived by my girl-boss persona outside. Compared to my mother, I’m far behind. Even in her sixties and seventies, she’s helping take care of my little grandson."
Upon saying this, they both laughed.
The previous topic wasn’t continued, or else it might have been censored.
The car pulled up to a supermarket.
The two of them went inside and shopped vigorously, then continued driving ho.
"Oh dear, why bring so much stuff when you co?" Yang Mi’s mother looked spirited, though not young but very lively, holding the little one in her arms.
The little one, seeing mom arriving, joyfully waved his arms and legs.
Seeing this, Yang Mi imdiately put down what she was carrying, dashed over to take her son, and left several big lipstick marks on his little face.
This drew a few stern slaps from the grandma: "When you’re kissing my dear grandson, why didn’t you remove those chemicals from your lips? If anything happens to my dear grandson, I will hold you accountable."
"Mom, lipstick isn’t poisonous. I’ve used it for decades. If it were, I’d have been cut off long ago." Yang Mi didn’t take her mother’s criticism to heart.
"You’re fine, you’re an adult. The child is still young; can he be the sa as you?" Grandma retorted, leaving her speechless.
"Alright, I’ll remove my makeup." Yang Mi carried the child inside.
Sun Dasheng happened to carry everything in.
Seeing her sulking, he teased: "Got told off by your mom again?"
Yang Mi recounted the situation to him.
Who knew Sun Dasheng wouldn’t side with her either: "Better listen to your mom. Isn’t it sothing Jay Chou said ages ago?"
"Hahaha... It’s nice to hear my dear son-in-law speak wisely." Yang Mi’s mom was very pleased to hear him say this.
"Co, have so tea. Carrying so many things must be tiring." The mother-in-law personally served tea — what an honor!
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