Yue Yuan was the daughter of one of the “three giants” of dostic dia companies, born into privilege and endowed with resources. Since entering the cutthroat entertainnt industry, she had been pampered and supported all the way.
With her powerful background, she was backed by a million-strong team of online fans, needing no followers; her biggest ‘financial backer’ was her own father.
Thus, she had no need to understand the unspoken rules of the industry or engage in unspoken agreents. She didn’t need to use her body to gain advantages or accompany others to secure endorsents.
Because of the big shots behind her, everyone in the industry would respectfully address her as ‘Sister Yuan,’ but in reality, Yue Yuan was about the sa age as Jiang Qi.
She didn’t deserve the title of ‘sister’; it was rely flattery.
Yet, Yue Yuan had lived in this mirage-like ivory tower, becoming accustod to such virtual adoration.
One could say Jiang Qi’s words represented the greatest blow she had suffered since entering the industry three years ago.
—To think that even Wang Zhaoqiu wouldn’t directly say she was a poor actress given her powerful background.
And now… Jiang Qi actually said he didn’t rember her.
Was her face really so unrecognizable? The ‘I don’t rember’ struck her like a hamr, leaving her a fragile, simple-hearted girl. In an instant, her fingers couldn’t help but tighten around her handbag, knuckles turning white.
“I—I’m…” Yue Yuan hesitated for a mont and even tentatively tried to remind Jiang Qi again: “We t last ti in Director Wang Zhaoqiu’s audition room, probably around October last year.”
“Ms. Yue.” Jiang Qi stood up, and the strong pressure from his presence made Yue Yuan instinctively take a small step back. However, the boy’s tone was very polite, chillingly polite: “Do you need sothing from ?”
Ms. Yue? Why did this title make her seem so mature?
Yue Yuan’s thoughts wandered, and she instinctively replied, “No need to be so formal; just call by my na.”
However, Jiang Qi frowned, feeling they weren’t that familiar yet.
He instinctively tilted his head, catching a glimpse of a certain ‘hiding’ figure not far away, and his expression almost transford dramatically from frozen to blooming.
Jiang Qi no longer cared about the awkwardness brought on by this woman’s stumbling appearance; he hurried over to Zhi Qi and looked at her excitedly, “What are you doing here?”
With his long legs and quick strides, Zhi Qi, still focused on Yue Yuan, was caught off guard as he grabbed her.
His strength was considerable, and in his excitent, he was careless. Zhi Qi was wearing slightly heeled shoes today, and she nearly lost her balance from his pull—thankfully, Jiang Qi securely wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
“…Let go first.” With people coming and going, many eyes turned their way. Zhi Qi pushed him away a bit awkwardly, her voice muffled behind her mask: “I just ca since I had no classes.”
Nearby, Yue Yuan turned to watch their interaction, her complexion gradually paling.
A person as cold as Jiang Qi would show such affection toward soone else; it was easy to guess that the girl in his arms was his rumored girlfriend. At that mont, she felt she had no position to stay there.
Just at this incredibly awkward mont, Qu Heng, who had been inford by staff that ‘Yue Yuan was looking for him,’ erged from the back and, unsurprisingly, saw Yue Yuan’s figure. He interjected, breaking the silence: “Xiao Yuan, you’re looking for ?”
In truth, he wasn’t familiar with Yue Yuan and only called her ‘Xiao Yuan’ due to her father, Yue Zhongze’s, reputation. But what did she want from him?
“…” Finding a casual excuse, Yue Yuan, seeing that Qu Heng had actually co out, smiled and said, “Oh, nothing, just passing by and thought I’d stop in to take a look.”
“Ca to visit the set?” Qu Heng smiled: “It’s a break right now; the next scene won’t start for a bit. Please wait.”
Yue Yuan quickly seized this excuse to find a reason to say she ‘had sothing else to do’ and left, her background almost resembling a hasty retreat.
“???” Qu Heng scratched his head in confusion at Yue Yuan’s actions, mumbling, “What’s going on?”
As he pondered, he unconsciously glanced over and spotted Zhi Qi, still wearing a mask, standing next to Jiang Qi.
Qu Heng froze for a mont. Even though the girl was wearing a mask, just from her bright black eyes, he recognized her as the girl who had cried for Jiang Qi at the hospital over half a year ago. Her na was Zhi Qi, and she was also Jiang Qi’s girlfriend.
After a mont’s thought, Qu Heng walked over to greet her.
Jiang Qi, hearing his voice, looked up: “Director Qu.”
“Have a seat.” Qu Heng waved his hand, not letting Jiang Qi stand, and shifted his gaze to Zhi Qi, teasing, “Your girlfriend ca to visit?”
Zhi Qi rembered Qu Heng, so she took off her mask and politely smiled: “Hello, Director Qu.”
“No need to be so formal.” Qu Heng nodded slightly, pondering for a mont when he was about to say sothing, but the crew called for the filming to start.
Once the words ‘filming’ rang through the set, Jiang Qi would enter an ‘imrsed’ state. He removed the towel draped around his neck and reluctantly ruffled Zhi Qi’s hair with his long fingers: “I’m heading over.”
“Mm.” Zhi Qi wasn’t used to being so close to him in public and shyly smiled, softly saying, “I’ll watch you.”
She quite enjoyed standing outside the spotlight while closely observing Jiang Qi’s ‘imrsed’ state—that was a completely different Jiang Qi, full of his unique charm.
This scene was where the male lead, Chen Si, worked part-ti during college.
Jiang Qi had never attended college, so he put in effort to study this part of the script. During that ti, he often asked Zhi Qi what college was like and how to navigate it. Zhi Qi even took him to Lan University to attend several open classes.
The girl occasionally used her ‘connections’ to help him obtain a student ID.
Just like Jiang Qi often helped her get work IDs.
Now, Jiang Qi was wearing the simplest white T-shirt and black pants, donning the prop glasses from the script, and in the spotlight of the constructed library, he truly looked like a college student.
His youthful vitality was fully displayed, unrestrained when it was ant to be showcased.
Watching Jiang Qi focus on reading, his long fingers occasionally adjusting the glasses, Zhi Qi felt a slight daze.
—It seed like she was seeing the seventeen-year-old Jiang Qi.
The boy had always been about the sa slender build, but he seed much tenser and more burdened back then, as if living in constant anxiety while seriously studying.
Jiang Qi had truly hoped to change his fate through studying, but unfortunately, that dream was abruptly cut short.
When she heard Qu Heng behind the cara softly say ‘nice,’ Zhi Qi couldn’t help but smile and added quietly, “Actually, Jiang Qi used to be a great student.”
“Hmm? You were classmates before?” Qu Heng, upon hearing this, silently handed the cara to the assistant director beside him and walked over to stand next to Zhi Qi, looking at Jiang Qi in the spotlight and whispering, “He really was good at studying?”
“Really. He was first place in every exam in high school.”
Even now, rembering this made Zhi Qi feel so regret as she lowered her gaze: “But he stopped studying later.”
As for the reason for his cessation of studies, everyone knew without needing to elaborate.
Qu Heng, however, seed contemplative. He looked at the engrossed boy under the spotlight, squinting slightly—initially thinking Jiang Qi was ‘imrsed,’ but now it seed more likely he was performing as himself.
If Zhi Qi hadn’t ntioned it, he wouldn’t have realized that Jiang Qi had actually been a top student.
No wonder… no wonder the boy had such a strong sense of morality. Qu Heng couldn’t help but recall how Jiang Qi returned with a mindset of redemption but refused to accept any pay.
If not for fate’s teasing, he would likely have beco a well-rounded individual.
Though from Qu Heng’s professional perspective, Jiang Qi wasn’t doing poorly now—fate was indeed mysterious. Perhaps, if everything had gone according to plan, Jiang Qi might not have had the opportunity to enter the entertainnt industry, and this ‘purple micro star’ wouldn’t have fallen from the sky.
However, standing from his perspective, both professionally and personally, Qu Heng felt he owed Jiang Qi another form of ‘compensation.’
So the man narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to Zhi Qi and softly asking, “Miss Zhi, would you mind sharing so of Jiang Qi’s past with ? I want to… understand his history to help design the script better, making it easier for him to get into character.”
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