He Jinxia saw her looking at her continuously and couldn’t help but touch her cheek, asking, "What’s wrong?"
Zhang Yuanyuan hurriedly shook her head and asked softly, "Sister Jinxia, how did you lose weight?"
A look of understanding crossed He Jinxia’s eyes. She looked Zhang Yuanyuan up and down, her lips curled slightly into a smile, "You’re already very slim, you don’t need to lose any more."
Zhang Yuanyuan shook her head again, "No, I’m not asking for myself, I’m asking for my mom."
He Jinxia’s eyebrows lifted, her attitude beca more serious, "Exercise is key, but so is adjusting your daily routine, paying attention to sleep, and diet. If an elder wants to lose weight, they need to be even more careful."
Zhang Yuanyuan nodded and sighed, "That’s what I thought too. My mom has tried so many weight loss products to no effect. Now it seems, it would be better to follow your example and hire a nutritionist to help her manage her diet."
He Jinxia thought for a mont and said, "The dieticians at Feier are quite good. I’m even the spokesperson for the brand. If Auntie wants to find one, I can help ask around."
Zhang Yuanyuan said in surprise, "Wouldn’t that trouble you too much?"
He Jinxia shook her head, her eyes curved, revealing her round ’lying silkworm’ eyes, adding a gentle air to her look, "It’s just a small effort."
Zhang Yuanyuan felt that He Jinxia was quite different from most of the stars in the entertainnt circle. Maybe it was because she was still young, she was a bit sensitive to people. The ambition of those female stars was clear, and they too had short tempers.
But He Jinxia surprised her. She thought this sister must be proud and difficult to get along with now that she was so popular, but she wasn’t at all. Nor did she have an overbearing air, just like the girl next door.
As it happened, Zhang Yuanyuan was also soone who couldn’t drink alcohol at the table, and sympathizing with each other in a group of drinkers, she ended up chatting with He Jinxia. Ti at the banquet passed quietly in this way.
Every now and then, He Jinxia would lift her head to glance over at Sheng Yan, who kept his head down the whole ti, not even glancing her way.
He Jinxia felt a slight sense of suffocation in her heart, wondering where that previous diligence had gone?
They had talked on the phone for a long ti just yesterday.
Being a celebrity was like that; if you dated soone, you couldn’t go public. When she and Sheng Yan first started, even occasional eye contact felt like being soaked in honey. Yet as ti went on, everyone grew up and learned to restrain themselves, not just so naive kids anymore.
But after not seeing him for a long ti, the fact that Sheng Yan completely ignored her still made He Jinxia feel a bit bitter.
Feeling slighted can lead to wild thoughts. Out of nowhere, the word "tired" suddenly popped into her mind.
Won are often sentintal, even more sensitive and insecure when in love. It didn’t take long for her to wonder if Sheng Yan’s affections had shifted.
Even if He Jinxia had lived in ancient tis, she wouldn’t have been the kind and virtuous type who could accept a husband taking concubines, let alone proactively finding concubines for him.
Although she had never been married or experienced love affairs before, she knew her own temperant. She wouldn’t have accepted such things then, and she wouldn’t accept them now.
He Jinxia, with her overactive imagination, grew increasingly sullen, her gaze lowered on the tableware, no longer glancing in Sheng Yan’s direction.
Therefore, she missed the chance to make eye contact with Sheng Yan.
As the al progressed, Sheng Yan finally couldn’t restrain himself. He lifted his head to steal a glance at He Jinxia, his gaze casual and fleeting, as if brushing past her without leaving any trace.
A top female star arrived late and, after approaching Director Li’s table, paused slightly at the sight of the two remaining empty seats.
One was Director Li, the other was Sheng Yan. One was gray at his temples in middle age, while the other was in the pri of life, handso and graceful. Any woman would know how to choose.
The actress lifted her foot and walked towards Sheng Yan. Her glance t Sheng Yan’s unintentionally, and she paused in surprise.
Sheng Yan’s dark eyes were like ink jade soaked in warm water, glowing with a gentle moisture that made his usually expressionless features co alive. The cold aura was gone, replaced by a sense of approachability.
The actress shook herself out of her daze, thinking she must be seeing things.
Aside from acting, Sheng Yan was known for his cold and proud deanor to everyone in the entertainnt circle.
Upon another look, the warmth in Sheng Yan’s eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a calm indifference. His dark, deep pupils gave a casual glance, and combined with his expressionless face, the actress felt nothing but an indifferent disdain.
It must have been her own illusion. How could Sheng Yan possibly have any hint of gentleness?
The footsteps of the actress halted abruptly. That one glance had put quite a pressure on her, and suddenly she didn’t dare to sit beside him.
Turning in another direction, the actress decisively chose to sit beside Director Li.
In the entertainnt circle, Sheng Yan’s status was unreachable. For the sake of a fleeting favor, it was better to forget it. He was not soone to provoke.
"Co on, let’s have one last drink!"
As the al was winding down and everyone was preparing to wrap up, each table began to drink their farewell toasts.
At He Jinxia’s table, a veteran second-tier actress stood up and took the initiative to raise her glass as toastmaster.
Falling in line with the crowd, He Jinxia and Zhang Yuanyuan both stood up, one holding a teacup and the other a glass of milk, standing out among the small, clear drinking glasses.
Everyone couldn’t help but look over. Seeing Zhang Yuanyuan, they didn’t say much, but it wasn’t the sa for He Jinxia—so showed subtle displeasure towards her.
Zhang Yuanyuan was underage; her not drinking was understandable. But for He Jinxia to abstain from alcohol seed a bit disrespectful, no?
After everyone had smoothly drunk their round, a curious second-tier actress asked, "He Jinxia, why aren’t you drinking?"
He Jinxia’s eyes dimd slightly, a flash of cunning passing through. She answered in a soft, delicate voice, "I’ve been having so stomach discomfort recently, so I can’t drink. And I don’t really drink, I hardly ever touch alcohol."
Hearing her response, that second-tier actress imdiately backed down, no longer pressing her. With insincere concern, she said, "Then you should take good care of yourself and get plenty of rest."
Had He Jinxia not thrown out the excuse of "stomach discomfort," but simply stated that she did not and could not drink alcohol, the actress might have taken the opportunity to press further and subtly mock He Jinxia.
After all, they were all stars of equal status; it wasn’t out of line to sourly comnt on each other. After all, who would believe soone in this circle couldn’t handle their drink?
Even if one had preserved one’s virtue and never been taken advantage of, they must have attended countless dinner parties and had to toast with investors to vie for good resources.
He Jinxia had wisely pre-empted with "stomach discomfort," and to hound her further would have seed too petty.
After all, she was "sick," and one couldn’t be forcing alcohol on soone unwell. That wouldn’t just offend He Jinxia—it would also leave a bad impression on others.
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