Zuo Yuqing’s eyes deepened, she didn’t speak, and took another sip of her drink, yet her deanor clearly indicated she was continuing to listen to Tan Lanxin.
The other actress sitting beside Zuo Yuqing belonged to the sa agency as Tan Lanxin, but compared to Tan Lanxin, she appeared much quieter. Even though she’d been sitting next to Zuo Yuqing for more than half an hour, she hadn’t said more than ten sentences. Most of the ti she was either looking at the script or morizing lines, or listening to Tan Lanxin and Zuo Yuqing talk, remaining silent herself. Occasionally, when Tan Lanxin would bring her into the conversation, she would only respond briefly.
Her na was Yi Shuang, and she had been in the industry for more than two years. Although she wasn’t considered a newcor, she didn’t have much fa either, at most she could be considered a barely stable second-line artist.
Compared to Tan Lanxin’s fa, she couldn’t compare, let alone to Zuo Yuqing’s, whose fa completely overshadowed her small notoriety.
Tan Lanxin thought Zuo Yuqing was unaware of Song Qiao’s situation, so she kept talking about what she knew, mostly events at the wedding, Lu Jingchen’s statent the next day, and things said on Murong Rui’s newly started Weibo.
Hearing Tan Lanxin ntion Murong Rui had opened a new Weibo account to say sothing directly targeting Song Qiao, and that it had been trending at the top of the search engines these days, slightly surprised her. This was sothing she didn’t know.
These past few days she had been traveling out of town for filming, running between two productions day and night, with no ti to pay attention to these matters; now, listening made her feel she’d really missed out on much.
...
Song Qiao hadn’t brought with her the makeup artist Shen Yi always arranged for her, because the call to co here was too urgent. She made a call and found out that the makeup artist hadn’t woken up yet, so she didn’t ask her to co.
The director seed to have anticipated this and directly got an assistant to find a makeup artist for Song Xi from within the crew, soone skilled with makeup, certainly better than an average makeup artist, at least one who wouldn’t ruin the makeup.
This show was a costu drama, although it wasn’t one of those palace dramas, it wasn’t too far off either. There were a dozen or so female artists in various supporting roles as concubines, and the sa went for those playing princes and generals.
Counting it up, Song Xi was probably the least famous among them, as she was a newcor who had just climbed up and hadn’t gained a firm footing yet, being the junior among this crew full of seasoned actors.
So when they heard the assistant saying a separate makeup room was prepared for Song Xi, many were disgruntled instantly, particularly those with far more fa yet had to share the public makeup room. They looked at the small makeup room filled with eyes of ’envy, jealousy, hatred’, and sporadic discussions arose without any restraint, nor attempt to lower their voices.
"Oh, a newbie, such a big shot, doesn’t even look at us."
"Hah, don’t you know she has connections? Look at who her sister is."
"Who? Isn’t she the woman climbing into CK Group’s bed?"
"True, probably because she’s wild in bed that she hooked CK Group’s CEO."
"Oh, didn’t you rember? Wasn’t there so controversy online before? Her parents supposedly caused the death of soone else’s parents, wonder if CK Group’s CEO will file for divorce."
"But people like her, how do they still have the face to show up? If it were , I’d have already ended it all; having parents like that is really embarrassing."
"Honestly, with parents like that, how much better could the two daughters be?"
"..."
Hearing those words, Song Qiao remained expressionless, but Song Xi couldn’t sit still anymore, her face displayed anger. The makeup artist was applying makeup for her, but she stood up ready to confront them.
"Hey, why are you getting up? Look, your makeup’s ruined..." The makeup artist hurriedly put down the tools upon seeing that Song Xi’s sudden movent had ssed up the makeup.
When Song Qiao saw Song Xi’s angry expression, she first paused, then walked up and took hold of her arm, stopping her from rushing outside, and said, "What are you doing? The makeup artist is working on you, didn’t I tell you not to act impulsively?"
Song Xi’s gaze fell on Song Qiao’s face, saw her extrely calm deanor, though she knew very well how hurt Song Qiao must be feeling inside, she indignantly said, "Sister, they are speaking too harshly, I..."
"What exactly do you want to do?" Before Song Xi could finish, Song Qiao interrupted her, her voice losing its previous gentleness, becoming more serious, "Haven’t I told you before? Being too impulsive in this circle will only harm yourself, regardless of what others say, that’s their business. Rushing out there in a fit of anger won’t change things."
"Song Xi, what I told you before wasn’t a joke, I’m genuinely teaching you. You aren’t the impulsive Song Xi from before now, if you lose your cool so easily now, how will you remain calm when faced with real issues in the future?"
Song Xi’s expression wasn’t good, but she seed much more stable emotionally, her lips moved but no words ca out.
Seeing her, Song Qiao’s tone softened, "You’re my sister, I hope you do well. Although I didn’t really want you to enter the entertainnt industry, as long as you like it, I will support and help you. No matter what others say, don’t act rashly; if soone bites you, you don’t have to bite back."
The original expression was more like ’If a dog bites you, you don’t have to bite back’, but she didn’t spell it out, though everyone could understand.
The words said were much harsher, though she wasn’t oblivious to them. Yet, what could she do even if she heard them? She was not the impulsive Song Qiao from the past anymore. She might have charged straight up and slapped everyone who dared ntion her being the Young Mistress of the Lu Family. But now, she was no longer the old Song Qiao.
Song Xi understood her sister’s words, after thinking carefully for a mont, anger subdued substantially, and she didn’t say anything further, though her eyes slightly reddened.
Song Xi had always known that her sister hadn’t had an easy ti these past years, though Song Qiao never talked about it with her.
Seeing Song Xi in front of her, Song Qiao patted her hand gently, speaking softly, "Sit down and finish your makeup first. If you want to strike back, then hone your acting skills, becoming famous is the best revenge, understand?"
Song Xi stayed silent for half a minute, then nodded, "I understand, sis." She obediently sat back in the chair, turning slightly to the makeup artist with a hint of apology, "Sorry, I was too rash earlier, please redo my makeup."
The makeup artist was a bit stunned looking at Song Xi. She had heard of the second Miss of the Song Family as well. Rumors were she was arrogant and insufferable and lacked consideration for others, and if not for her family background, people might have already given her trouble.
But now, except for a bit of impulsiveness earlier, Song Xi appeared very polite and well-behaved.
Any displeasure that occurred earlier completely dissipated after seeing Song Xi’s deanor. She smiled slightly and said, "No problem, have a seat, it’s almost ti to shoot your scenes, we need to get your makeup ready quickly."
As the makeup artist spoke, hurried footsteps approached from outside, the assistant who had brought Song Qiao and the others over entered and asked, "Is the makeup done? Filming starts in half an hour."
The makeup artist turned and glanced at the newcor, paused, then said, "Almost ready."
The assistant nodded, then looked at Song Qiao with a slight smile, "Lady Lu, please remind Song Xi to morize her lines; our director can be a bit harsh, and he’ll scold anyone, no matter who they are, for too many NGs."
Regarding being addressed as Lady Lu, Song Qiao frowned slightly but didn’t comnt, nodding her head, "I understand, thank you."
The discussion outside still continued, albeit not as loudly as before. As the assistant exited, they addressed Song Qiao, "You don’t need to pay too much mind to what they’re saying. They’re just envious and jealous. Treat their words like the wind passing by your ear."
Though rely an assistant, she had been with the director for many years, seen countless artists, all with pleasant facades before the caras but gossip behind the scenes. No matter who had so matter, once gathered, they chattered away, eager for the entire crew to know what’s up.
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