Stepping into the elevator, Yang Xiaoxiu reached out to press the upward button, her gaze inadvertently swept over the mirrored surface next to the elevator door, then couldn't resist examining her carefully prepared appearance.
At that mont, the elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a stunning figure before her, making her slightly startled.
The other person was dressed in a black, fitted dress that outlined a perfect S-shaped silhouette, with large wavy curls casually draping over her shoulders, her makeup exquisite, gentle yet not lacking in nobility.
Yang Xiaoxiu quickly composed herself, lowering her head hurriedly, her voice carrying a mix of respect and shyness, sweetly calling out, "Sister Tong."
An Tong was just getting out of the elevator, seeing Yang Xiaoxiu at the door, she too was slightly startled, but quickly responded with a knowing, gentle smile at the corner of her lips.
She spoke gently, "Li Jing is at ho. You go on ahead, I have things to do."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu quickly raised her head, smiling politely and nodding, her voice crisp, "Okay, Sister Tong, take care and have a safe journey."
An Tong nodded slightly and walked past her gracefully, the faint scent of high-end perfu lingering at the tip of her nose.
After An Tong's figure completely disappeared around the corner, she stepped into the elevator, reaching out to press the button for the floor where Li Jing was located.
Watching the elevator doors close slowly, Yang Xiaoxiu gazed at the reflection of her shadow on the elevator wall, unable to resist tidying her dress and hair again.
Thinking of soon eting Li Jing, her heartbeat unabashedly accelerated, her cheeks flushed with a hint of red.
Having not seen Li Jing for a long ti, regarding this benefactor and ntor who had once assisted her, Yang Xiaoxiu felt both excited and a bit nervous.
Compared to An Tong, Wei Jia, and others, Yang Xiaoxiu and Li Jing's relationship had a more distinct hierarchy.
In Yang Xiaoxiu's heart, she held more respect and admiration towards Li Jing than other won.
This was not only because of Yang Xiaoxiu's young age, but more because all she had at this mont was brought to her by Li Jing.
Li Jing not only provided her with a lavish material life but also paved a career path full of infinite potential for her.
From being unnoticed when first entering the entertainnt industry to now having continuous film contracts and gaining so fa, it could not be separated from Li Jing's support and help.
Therefore, Li Jing held an irreplaceable position in her heart, even surpassing her parents at ho who favored sons over daughters.
Once, in that family that favored sons over daughters, she was like an invisible person.
Her parents' love and attention were forever focused on her brother. Her efforts and achievents seed inconsequential, even so, she continued to strive silently.
And now, with the increase in inco, her voice at ho also slightly improved.
Although most of the money transferred to ho ends up being spent on her brother, seeing family relations barely maintained harmonious, she still felt it worthwhile.
After all, her brother was her only concern in that family.
With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened, soft lighting cascading onto her.
Yang Xiaoxiu took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked out of the elevator with steps that seed both light and sowhat anxious.
The corridor was extrely quiet, her footsteps echoed in the spacious space, each step drawing her closer to her dreams.
She silently rehearsed words to say upon eting Li Jing, her hands unconsciously clenching and loosening, waves of anticipation and nervousness surged in her heart.
Yang Xiaoxiu pressed the doorbell, monts later, the door opened slowly, warm yellow light spilled out, outlining the figure of Li Jing dressed in casual ho attire.
She looked at that familiar face, her mind instantly flashing countless mories, montarily dazed.
Soon after, her heart tightened suddenly, bright light sparkled in her eyes, suppressing the almost overflowing joy, she slightly nodded and her voice was soft yet carried a trace of nervousness, "Brother Jing."
Li Jing stood at the doorway, his gaze swept over the person before him, his expression noticeably stunned.
The Yang Xiaoxiu in front of him, the streamlined cut of her dress perfectly adhered to her figure, the hem falling just above the knees, revealing slender and straight legs; the silver stilettos not only elongated her proportions but added a touch of elegance and sensuality.
Most striking was her ticulously crafted makeup, eyebrows slightly arched, outlining a fierce yet gentle curve; under the curled false lashes, eyes adorned with contact lenses glimred with gentle lights; the delicate base makeup crafted a porcelain-like glowing skin, blush naturally blended from the cheekbones, adding a touch of warmth to the cool makeup.
Her long hair was carefully curled, one side tucked behind the ear, exposing the graceful neckline and exquisite pearl earrings, while the other side naturally draped, the hair tips slightly curled, appearing both mature and charming yet elegant and composed.
In Li Jing's impression, Yang Xiaoxiu from their first eting was just a clean and innocent college girl, hair simply tied in a ponytail, dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans, with a face full of youthful ignorance, yet eyes glimring with longing and desire for the future.
Later, she gained fa through the film "Mortal," though she wore makeup at each eting, her gestures still carried traces of adolescent innocence.
But now, standing before him was Yang Xiaoxiu, her makeup so flawless one couldn't find a single flaw, her outfit precisely highlighting her charm, as if she had transford from a youthful fledgling into an elegant phoenix, entirely a ticulously crafted artwork.
Seeing Li Jing's surprised look, even failing to recognize her, Yang Xiaoxiu also slightly froze, then quickly realized perhaps her makeup style this ti was dramatically different from before.
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