"Tap, tap, tap—"
The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet underground parking lot.
Dim lights illuminated the spacious area, with only the distant surveillance caras flickering with a faint red light.
Bei Yuwei, wearing sunglasses and a mask, elegantly approached a Toyota Alphard.
The car door smoothly slid open to the side.
Bei Yuwei quickly got inside.
With a "thud," the car door closed tightly, sealing off all external sounds.
"Yuwei! You’re finally back!" Her assistant, Tao, looked at her nervously and spoke rapidly, "Are you okay? Sister Bing ntioned that we must return to the Wu Mountain International Hotel by 11 o’clock, or else soone might find out."
Bei Yuwei shook her head, took a deep breath, and her legs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. Her face beneath the mask was red and hot, as if she had just co out of a stear.
Her mind was filled with scenes from the suite monts ago.
Especially the mont when the bathrobe opened, revealing the firm and defined eight-pack abs, the faint V-line, and the smooth muscle contours presented completely before her eyes, the desire and attraction from the genetic level almost overwheld her.
Though she was only 20 and ca from a talent show background, she had been in the entertainnt industry for over three years.
Even if she hadn’t seen the pork, she had seen the pig run.
She had been ntally and strategically preparing for this day for a long ti, even watching many small films to hone her skills.
However, imagination and reality were two completely different things.
Clumsiness intertwined with awkwardness, gentleness collided with roughness...
The most crucial problem was that Tang Song’s stamina was a bit too much.
Finally, she had a stroke of genius and did a live cosplay of Chairman Jin, spouting so trash talk, and it worked.
It seed Tang Song was really infatuated with Chairman Jin.
The car slowly started, driving out of the underground parking lot.
The neon lights cast dappled light and shadow on Bei Yuwei’s face through the car window.
Tao looked at her artist with surprise and asked, "Yuwei, why is your hair wet?"
"It’s nothing, milk spilled when I was drinking it, so I washed up a bit," Bei Yuwei’s voice was sowhat dry, and her lips beneath the mask continued to tremble slightly.
Upon hearing this, Tao leaned in to sniff, confused, "Why is there a strange sll? It slls like..."
Her tone dragged out as she thought for a mont, then her face suddenly changed, "Yuwei, you—"
Bei Yuwei weakly said, "Give the perfu."
This was her first ti doing such a thing. She didn’t expect Tang Song to be so overwhelming, much more exaggerated than in the small videos.
The scent still lingered on her body.
Tao quickly opened her bag, took out a bottle of perfu, and handed it over.
Bei Yuwei casually took it, sprayed so on her hair, chest, and face, trying to completely cover the scent.
However, this scent was deeply engraved in her mind, like an invisible stamp placed at the depths of her soul by Tang Song.
She probably would never forget it in this lifeti.
"Yuwei..." Tao’s eyes shimred with a faint tear, and she whispered, "Is it really worth it for you to do this? Actually, your current fa is already quite high, and you have many script offers. More comrcial performances and endorsents would be enough for a good living."
Bei Yuwei pressed her lips, "You don’t understand. Once you’ve experienced the high life, the glittering stardom, you can never go back. You’ll always fear losing it all."
She was a quintessential social dia star, who gained instant fa with her looks, figure, and perfectly matched roles.
But fa is a double-edged sword; it can build her up or destroy her.
Competition, scandals, rumors, hidden rules, and so on—without backing, it’d be challenging for her to maintain her status.
For instance, in the "Snowy Night" crew, Li Ruixi alone could suppress her, even stir things up online, dragging her into a public opinion crisis.
She glanced at Tao beside her, who looked heartbroken.
Bei Yuwei’s eyebrows curved as she leaned closer to Tao’s ear, speaking lightly, "Besides, the person I went to et tonight is actually the guy I have a crush on. To be exact, I was the one taking the initiative; he was the one I forced."
After speaking, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Tao had been with her since her debut, and despite being an inexperienced assistant, there was no question about their relationship.
Last year, when her agency contract was sold to Tangzong Entertainnt, they were separated.
This year, after her hit role in "Leisurely Listening to Falling Rain," she finally had the confidence. Her first request to the company was to make Tao her assistant again.
Because she was absolutely sincere and loyal, there was no worry about being stabbed in the back one day, unguarded.
As her closest friend, many things she hadn’t intended to hide from her.
She would undoubtedly need Tao to cover for her when she went on dates or to sleep with Tang Song in the future.
Tao gasped, her eyes widened, "But... wasn’t it said the company’s leaders asked you to accompany him?"
According to Bei Yuwei’s previous statent, it was personally arranged by the board-level leaders of the company, and neither she nor Sister Bing could refuse.
"Yes, but it just so happened he’s the person I like."
Hearing this, Tao’s eyes suddenly lit up with gleam, "That’s fantastic!"
Bei Yuwei nodded, handed her the Shangri-La room card, "Check out after 10 am tomorrow."
"I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. You just focus on filming."
Bei Yuwei smiled, lazily reclining on the seatback, her eyes flickering as she watched the city’s neon lights quickly retreat outside the window.
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