Both of them were busy with their own affairs and had previously agreed not to disturb each other’s work.
Even Xia Siyu wasn’t a child anymore; she had attended events on her own several tis before. She wouldn’t cling to him like a child with a parent, insisting he accompany her for support. Future films were more important: "You’ve got to work hard, hubby, attract more investnts, and get a higher salary. I’m so poor right now, really poor."
Bo Yan was speechless, saying, "How about I give you my salary?"
"What do you an, give it to ? You can ask for more too. It’s joint property after all, get more." Xia Siyu chuckled.
But she truly was "poor" at the mont. After paying off the damages, her assets had diminished by half. In these few months, business deals had fallen through, no movies to film, earning little from stage plays, and still had to buy trending searches, supporting an entire studio, which indeed made her broke, forcing her to budget carefully. She was so poor she had no money to buy haute couture for attending the Gold Oscars, opting for custom-made pieces instead.
Bo Yan still asked, "So for attending the event, are you really just wearing that one dress?"
Sotis, whether it was celebrities walking the red carpet or attending events, they had no choice but to fight tooth and nail to borrow haute couture, wear jewelry, and rack their brains to dress more eye-catchingly. Before participating in an event, they couldn’t eat anything to avoid gaining weight, and a few days prior, they had to prep their skin with care regins.
Showbiz is a field of fa and fortune, where it’s often not the stars’ intentions, but fans, reporters, and others around them who push them to it. You have to be glamorous, dress beautifully, and carry yourself proudly. From your attire to your makeup, down to the wrinkles in your smile, people can guess your current situation. If you aren’t wearing this year’s new styles, have gained weight, got swollen, took injections, or have poor deanor, you’ll face ruthless ridicule.
Last ti at the Golden Phoenix Awards, Xia Siyu spent over eight hundred thousand on dresses and shoes, acquiring the latest designs of the season, just for the sake of keeping up appearances. Monks need gold for their image; humans need clothes for theirs—it’s superficial, yet one can only resign to it.
This ti around, Xia Siyu was confident she could win an award, so there was no need for her attire to be overly imposing. On the contrary, this ti, she deliberately asked soone to customize a replica of her outfit from "Storm"—a small dress with a traditional Chinese aesthetic.
"Isn’t it great? This is my armor, after all I have to wear it." Ultimately, the last Golden Phoenix Awards were just a supporting act for Xia Siyu, so naturally, the more she dressed up the better to montarily subdue others. This ti it’s different; she’s already amongst the contenders, competing on strength, and what she wears isn’t as important as winning the award.
"And the makeup artist, do you need an extra one?"
For this Golden Phoenix Awards makeup, Chen Fan volunteered to be her makeup artist and stylist.
Over ti, Chen Fan had been at her place for several months now. Initially sowhat confused, but now he skillfully wielded the makeup brush and brow pencil, carefully outlining details.
Although he was still rapidly catching up with knowledge on styling, it wasn’t sothing he could master overnight. But in terms of makeup, he had been diligently studying and had significant results. There were a few tis Xia Siyu attended small events with Chen Fan as her makeup artist, producing good results. This ti, they were also making her on-screen style, having the groundwork ant replicating it wasn’t too difficult.
Moreover, it’s an important "outing" for both Chen Fan and her; she aid for the award, and it was Chen Fan’s first ti handling such a large-scale event. She wanted to give him a chance.
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