Filming Site
The four had just finished their shoot and were about to leave when Fang Xiang walked over with a cheerful grin.
"Are you interested in taking on private gigs?"
"No, we’re not."
Yu Qingjia replied expressionlessly. He was well aware of this man’s intentions.
"Private gigs are legit shoots too, and they’re all sent abroad."
Fang Xiang, clearly unwilling to give up, continued pitching the idea.
Seeing that the four girls showed no interest in responding, he chuckled, "Your appearances are exceptional—if you’re willing to shoot, you can contact . The minimum rate is three hundred per minute."
Zhang Yu’s expression shifted subtly upon hearing the price, her gaze now directed at him.
Fang Xiang imdiately flashed what he believed was a charming smile.
Yu Qingjia almost felt sick watching this. "Manager Fang, thanks for today. Goodbye."
Without waiting for his reply, she led the other three out of the studio.
After they had walked so distance, Yu Qingjia’s expression beca dangerously grim:
"You’re not rookies anymore—you should understand the rules in this business."
"If you want to take that money, be prepared to leave the group."
Feeling guilty, Zhang Yu quickly spoke up, "Sister Qingjia, we know. We won’t do things like that."
"Don’t forget how Xia Lizhi ended up being kicked from the group." Yu Qingjia’s face showed no signs of softening.
"She agreed to film a video with so so-called friends. Her bright future was ruined, and the company sued her for damages worth tens of thousands."
The re ntion of this incident scared Zhang Yu quiet.
"Sister Qingjia, don’t worry. We’re not that foolish," Xu ngchen chid in, trying to help her friend out.
Wang Yiran, however, watched coldly. She could see sothing else in the depths of Zhang Yu’s eyes.
Deep down, she understood. So underground idols resorted to filming "certain things" just to survive.
The underground idol scene was chaotic—they had no stable inco streams yet still needed to rent venues for performances, or even purchase new songs if they had ambitions.
So, many would agree to the demands of so "patrons" and film certain types of content.
The idols under Galaxy, on the other hand, ca from a proper company.
Their physical appearances were top-tier.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been selected into this renowned idol group, and with Galaxy as their backing, their worth couldn’t be compared to underground idols or even amateur models.
Take herself, for instance—Wang Yiran’s beauty was striking, her aura icy, her figure tall with straight legs and a slender waist. Her proportions were stunning. Many had approached her to film sketchy content.
There were even those with ulterior motives who wanted to financially support ("raise") her.
Zhang Yu wasn’t quite on her level but still had clean features and a curvy figure.
"If anyone is ever in financial trouble, co to . I don’t want any of us bringing sha to the group." Yu Qingjia sighed weakly.
Zhang Yu felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Yu Qingjia only had their best interests in mind.
Xu ngchen, however, was inwardly indignant. She cast a cold glance at Wang Yiran, blaming her for changing Yu Qingjia. She was no longer the gentle older sister she used to be.
Wang Yiran, keenly observant, didn’t want to say anything. She felt that Yu Qingjia had already started losing control of this small group.
"Sister Qingjia, where are you heading?"
As the four pondered their individual concerns, a luxury van stopped next to them.
"Yuwei!"
Yu Qingjia looked at the forr teammate who leaned out of the vehicle to greet them warmly, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her chest.
Zhang Yu and Xu ngchen felt a mix of embarrassnt and excitent, while Wang Yiran’s expression remained unchanged.
"We’re heading to fulfill an engagent, then going back," Yu Qingjia replied calmly after composing herself.
"Hop in! We’re heading back to the city too. Let us give you a lift."
"...Okay! Thanks, Yuwei."
After so hesitation, Yu Qingjia accepted the invitation.
After all, Ye Yuwei wasn’t the sa person she used to be; having her as an ally was beneficial.
The four boarded the vehicle, where they found Ye Yuwei accompanied by Zhang Zijing and Fu Xiaoyu.
Ye Yuwei enthusiastically introduced everyone.
"Hello!" Zhang Zijing, socially anxious, still tried her best to smile warmly.
Fu Xiaoyu was more comfortable—previously a teacher, she wasn’t socially awkward.
"Sister Qingjia, what are you doing here!" Ye Yuwei asked cheerfully.
"We were shooting promotional photos here," Yu Qingjia admitted with so awkwardness.
"What a coincidence! We’ve been filming here too," Zhang Zijing chid in with a smile.
Ye Yuwei smoothly continued, "This place is mostly photography studios."
Familiar with Galaxy’s resources, she didn’t want Yu Qingjia or her group to feel awkward.
"Yuwei, I watched ’Heavenly Idol’—you really stood out on that show," Zhang Yu said, her smile a bit forced as she nervously fiddled with her clothes.
"Hehe! Thank you!"
"Yuwei, you must be busy with engagents every day now, right?"
"It’s alright—I just follow the schedule set by the company."
Ye Yuwei’s smile was flawless, neither distant nor arrogant.
"Sister Qingjia, what have you been up to recently? I spoke with Bingbing yesterday, and she ntioned a variety show you’d both be appearing on."
"Bingbing is the real star of the show—I’m just tagging along," Yu Qingjia replied with a smile. Then, surprised, she asked, "Yuwei, do you still keep in touch with Bingbing?"
She quickly realized her question might carry unintended connotations.
"We talk often. Recently, Qiqi and I appeared in a show alongside Bingbing." Ye Yuwei acted as though she hadn’t noticed any subtext.
Xu ngchen wanted to say sothing but couldn’t figure out how.
In her eyes, soone who used to be "on the sidelines" had now beco soone she could only look up to.
Fu Xiaoyu glanced at Wang Yiran, who sat coolly nearby, and decided to break the ice, smiling, "I’ve watched your theater performances—they’re really impressive!"
Wang Yiran, proud and aloof, didn’t particularly like Ye Yuwei, Li Jiaqi’s friend.
But she knew she couldn’t be impolite to soone higher-ranked who was being friendly.
She smiled. "Really? Thank you!"
"You’re the most famous girl group in our industry. I used to dream of joining you."
"If you joined, you’d definitely be in our sub-group."
"Haha, I really want to visit your theater for a show soday."
Wang Yiran hadn’t expected Fu Xiaoyu, who looked so composed and elegant, to be this approachable.
"You’re welco anyti! If you co, I’ll treat you—there’s a wonton shop next to our theater."
"What! I love stuffed foods, but didn’t you have a cafeteria?"
"The cafeteria’s food is too greasy. Eating there makes us gain weight, while eating outside sends us to the hospital."
Amused by her humor, Fu Xiaoyu laughed, her fox-like eyes enchanting and srizing.
Wang Yiran’s heart raced at Fu Xiaoyu’s captivating smile—she couldn’t bring herself to look directly at her.
Silently, she chastised herself—soft-hearted fool, after seeing hundreds of girls in Hanoi, how could she feel flustered?
But, Fu Xiaoyu truly was incredibly alluring—refined, seductive, with an air of commanding beauty.
Her face was the epito of fem fatale—delicate and beautiful in its details, with a low skull top, subtly wide cheekbones, and a sharp, narrow chin forming an inverted triangle shape.
When paired with her tall and proportionate figure, and her glowing pale skin, she seed to be a dream figure for n and won alike.
"Soone like this—if she were among those ’patrons’ in Hanoi, they’d probably lose their minds."
Wang Yiran genuinely couldn’t bring herself to look at Fu Xiaoyu any longer.
Her wandering gaze landed instead on Zhang Zijing, who sat nearby.
The girl wore a pristine white shirt, exuding a spotless cleanliness.
Her long hair danced softly in the wind from the car window, carrying a quiet, artistic charm.
If she were carrying a guitar, she’d look like she belonged in the midst of blue skies and white clouds, wandering the world.
Wang Yiran had always been displeased with this group, thinking their success was rely a matter of luck.
If Galaxy had put forward 11 mbers, they could surely crush these "impure-blooded" idols.
But after seeing these three in person today, she realized the fans’ aesthetic wasn’t wrong.
"Yiran, let’s exchange WeChat. I’d love to visit your side soti."
"Sorry, Sister Fu, my phone is out of battery."
Wang Yiran apologized sincerely, while the observing Xu ngchen showed a hint of disappointnt.
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