"Absolutely."
Wang Zhuoling rarely bragged, making Ji Anning shake her head with amusent.
After hanging up the phone, she sat down, picked up a fork, speared another piece of fruit, and popped it into her mouth. Leaning back on the sofa, she chewed and paused.
She was still thinking about the endorsent deal with Beautiful City.
She found it incredible. That magical, high-end website had sohow beco popular—very impressive indeed.
Last year, her uncle had even ntioned Beautiful City to her, asking if she wanted to take a part-ti job there...
’I actually know the owner of Beautiful City...’
Uncle!
Ji Anning’s swallowing motion abruptly halted, and she quickly reached for her phone to call Wang Zhuoling again.
"Anning?"
As soon as Wang Zhuoling answered, she imdiately asked, "Wang, what’s the na of the CEO of Beautiful City?"
"Janlia, what’s up?" Wang Zhuoling asked, puzzled.
Janlia... Ji Anning analyzed the English na in her mind but couldn’t decipher any particular aning or signal.
She nodded, "Got it, it’s nothing."
But she still felt that being chosen by Beautiful City was unrealistic, like a dream, just like the na of their website, Beautiful City.
It wasn’t that she was selling herself short, but looking around, not just in China, but across all of Asia, there were many well-known, beautiful, and talented actresses.
Picking her specifically baffled her.
This question continually troubled Ji Anning. For anyone, this was a rare opportunity.
It was the sa for her, but her nervousness overpowered her excitent. Perhaps happiness had co too suddenly, and she couldn’t believe it, tornting herself over nothing.
Luke was a well-known stylist in the industry, a man in his thirties with blond hair and a silver earring on his left ear, accompanied by two assistants, one male and one female. From the mont he appeared, Ji Anning felt different from her previous experiences.
Although his deanor was sowhat feminine, he completely owned the scene. Usually, when she was being styled, Wang Zhuoling would stand by, watching and occasionally giving suggestions.
Today, Wang Zhuoling just stood on the side, silent from beginning to end.
Luke approached Ji Anning and sized her up briefly, then quickly picked out a nude pink sleeveless dress with a round neckline from dozens of outfits.
He matched it with a light amber crystal necklace. Her long hair, silky as fine satin, cascaded down her back, with wisps tucked behind her ears.
Her fair skin, slightly made up, was gracefully beautiful.
After completing the final touch-ups, Luke put down the brush, walked in front of Ji Anning, inspected her thoroughly, and then gave a satisfied thumbs-up, "OK, absolutely perfect."
"Thank you." Ji Anning slightly curved her lips at Luke, a swift, playful flash crossing her rosy cheeks.
Beneath his glasses, Luke’s slender eyes sparkled with admiration, "Baby, you’re truly beautiful."
He not only generously praised Ji Anning’s beauty but couldn’t resist gently cradling her face with his hand.
’Cough cough’
Wang Zhuoling, watching Luke’s actions, coughed twice as a warning, then frowned and said disapprovingly, "Our Anning’s face is invaluable. You can’t just touch it like that."
Her tone was completely joking.
Luke laughed, "This ti I helped out, what do you think?"
He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at Wang Zhuoling, looking quite mischievous.
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