Qiao Xiaren didn’t know if it was just psychological, but she felt her foot hurting even more now. The pain was nearly unbearable, worse than the cramps during her period, more excruciating than a twisted knife in her stomach.
It was fine as long as she didn’t move, but as soon as she did, the pain was agonizing.
Fang Yun noticed the pained expression on Qiao Xiaren’s face and couldn’t help but gloat inwardly. Her ankle was so swollen it looked like a stead bun—no way she could shoot like this!
Jason glanced over coldly, saying nothing.
"Can you still continue shooting? If not, we’ll have soone else step in."
"Xiaren, can you hold on?" Yunduo saw her face turn pale with pain and wanted to help rub her foot, but Qiao Xiaren stretched out her hand to stop her. "Don’t touch it, it hurts even more."
Yunduo promptly let go, afraid of worsening her injury. From the looks of it, it seed to involve damage to her muscles or bones; any extra carelessness could genuinely twist Qiao Xiaren’s ankle further.
"How are we supposed to carry on with the shoot? Forget it, let’s head back and rest first." Annie made a decisive call, but the shoot was already at its last stage. Leaving now would an giving Fang Yun an opportunity—it would an giving up her own chance.
The director noticed Qiao Xiaren’s swollen ankle and couldn’t help but grumble a few complaints. "How did she suddenly sprain her foot? There’s still a very important scene coming up. Qiao has to hold a bouquet and hand it to the bride—how can she perform the next shot with her foot swollen like this?"
"Director, let’s switch to soone else. It’s not like she’s the only lead actress for the ad campaign." Jason chid in, not wanting to waste ti. Fang Yun was thrilled, though she hid it well.
She knew her chance had arrived—even the heavens were helping her!
Haha!
She had originally planned to tamper with Qiao Xiaren’s outfit to embarrass her spectacularly. But now, it wasn’t even necessary.
"Director, I can definitely nail the next shots," Fang Yun pleaded with great sincerity, earning a contemplative glance from the director.
Watching the scene unfold, Guemov felt his heart racing. He’d witnessed countless situations like this before. The entertainnt industry was simply like this—either you rise, or soone else does.
Everyone knew how high the exposure rate for Louis DIO’s ad campaign was. When the endorsent was announced, it had stirred up quite a frenzy within the industry—everyone wanted it. Female celebrities, in particular, were pulling out all the stops.
None of them had anticipated that Louis DIO wouldn’t hold auditions but would instead directly choose Qiao Xiaren, an actress from "Cold Enough."
At the ti, even the headquarters found it strange. Why had Miles recomnded this particular actress from S Country? There were clearly plenty of more popular stars from Europe and the US. Yet, this relatively fresh face from S Country had earned Miles’s favor uniquely.
In response to the collective doubts, Miles had only said one sentence: Because she was confident, elegant, and dazzling on the T-Stage—beautiful like a princess!
That alone set her far apart from many others!
Appearance was just a shell; true beauty ca from the soul. She gave him a feeling that was entirely different.
Of course, this was sothing Guemov only understood later.
Qiao Xiaren had fought for this opportunity based on her own rit. Naturally, Guemov didn’t want her to hand over this juicy prize to soone else so easily. Yet now, at this critical juncture, her ankle was sprained!
Qiao Xiaren had no idea what Guemov was thinking at that mont. Gazing at her ankle, swollen like a stead bun, her expression shifted slightly.
Just earlier, with the system’s notification, she had activated the red button scenario.
To put it another way, spraining her ankle was part of triggering the red button scenario. She had chosen to sprain her ankle—was she wrong? Maybe she should have chosen the blue button; perhaps it would have led to a better outco?
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