"Pity Mr. Luo, Wen Qiao should just roll out of the entertainnt circle," soone said. "Don’t forget, she once tried to seduce Qi Ming. Such a person with a history should no longer stay in the entertainnt industry."
"...."
Wen Qiao didn’t bother with what followed; at the mont, she was shooting under the blazing sun.
Today’s scene involved Princess Rong Huan being punished for her laziness by her martial arts instructor, forcing her to perform horse stance under the sun.
When Wen Qiao reviewed the script schedule yesterday, she hadn’t seen this scene; she reasonably suspected that Director Zhang had deliberately moved it forward.
If it weren’t for this drama being her chance to turn things around, if it weren’t for the director’s fa, if she weren’t so unbearably unestablished in the industry, she would have turned on her heel and left.
But she didn’t yet have the clout to throw her weight around.
At that thought, Wen Qiao’s competitive spirit was ignited; even as her bent legs started trembling from standing too long, her eyes blazed with defiance.
Did others want to see her make a fool of herself?
Not a chance.
Director Zhang sat behind the monitor and, upon noticing the change in her eyes, found himself admiring Wen Qiao.
This girl sure is stubborn.
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Lin Ruochun, waiting under the shed to film her scene, could hardly bear to watch. She looked at Wen Qiao, sweating profusely not far away, and could vaguely make out a damp patch on the back of her clothes.
With a delayed reaction, she asked her assistant, "Momo, don’t you think Director Zhang dislikes Wen Qiao?"
Assistant Momo, munching on waterlon and engrossed in a drama, nodded absentmindedly: "Yeah, Ruochun, your reaction ti is really long. You’re just realizing it now?"
Lin Ruochun, puzzled: "Why?"
Momo paused the show and explained to Lin Ruochun: "What else could it be? It’s because Wen Qiao parachuted in as the lead actress. I heard that Director Zhang originally cast Jiang Wei as the lead, but Wen Qiao’s powerful backers shoved Jiang Wei into the second lead spot. If the director’s first choice for lead actress gets replaced, do you think he’d like Wen Qiao?"
"Really?" Lin Ruochun pondered, "I think Wen Qiao is doing pretty well, certainly better than Jiang Wei."
If Jiang Wei had been the lead, and Lin Ruochun had to act out a deep sisterly love rivalry with her, she would rather quit.
"What did you say, Ruochun?"
"Nothing....."
Lin Ruochun shook her head and opened Weibo to see how the situation was unfolding. For so reason, she just felt an inexplicable trust in Wen Qiao.
She believed Wen Qiao wouldn’t stoop so low, even if she were to cheat behind Fu Jinghen’s back, it shouldn’t be with soone like Luo Bin, who could be his father.
Moreover, she had been madly in love with Qi Ming before and later engaged to soone as outstanding as Fu Jinghen. Even if her brain was damaged, her taste couldn’t possibly plumt to that extent.
If the male protagonist of this scandal had been Ye Shengnan or Song Qian, she might have believed it a bit more.
Scrolling through netizens’ comnts, and upon seeing that remark about Luo Bin nearly being nominated for Best Actor, Lin Ruochun impulsively replied — "But you said ’nearly’."
The entertainnt industry was never a world of just black and white; everyone had so dirt on them. It was just that due to intertwined interests, everyone tacitly chose not to expose each other.
Luo Bin was far from clean.
Lin Ruochun ca from a powerful background, well-protected by her family, but that didn’t an she was clueless.
"Ruochun, what are you daydreaming about?"
Seeing her silent for so long, staring blankly at her dark phone screen, Momo tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh, nothing, nothing."
When Lin Ruochun snapped out of it, she was taken aback.
Why was she trying to defend Wen Qiao?
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