62 Simply Too Poor

Hui Yin picked up her pen and wrote down her thoughts.

First thing that had changed was Lu Shen's attitude—she really didn't know what had caused it.

Secondly, Hui Yin had met up with Jiang Xu.

There were bound to be some repercussions from that, so she had to stay alert.

Thirdly, she participated in Liu Jun's PV. She hadn't been able to go to the audition in her past life, and more importantly, the current Lu Shen obviously hadn't told it to Nian Zhen, since Lu Shen's parents didn't call her about it.

Previously, they heard about the PV from Nian Zhen, and had blackmailed her to resign from her career as an actress or the engagement to Lu Shen will be broken. The past Hui Yin had acquiesced to their demands.

Hui Yin told Lu Shen now about the PV for that very same reason, so if the two Lu elders should call her again, Hui Yin could tell them exactly where to put that farce of an engagement, killing two birds with one stone.

Obviously, that plan failed.

Fourth thing that had changed was that Liu Jun's PV had actually given birth to a contract between her and Lu Shen.

But Hui Yin didn't really think about it too much. As long as the engagement was dissolved, the contract was not a big problem for her.

Hui Yin underlined the word tying most of them together—'engagement'. However, she wasn't really in a hurry to break it.

She tapped the pen on her lips, her eyes alight with a mysterious glow. She glanced at the calendar again, where the nearest date had been encircled and was simply labeled as 'party'.

"A belief in truthfulness," Hui Yin murmured, and a cold smile curved her lips. "I guess we'll see if your name does you justice."

Hui Yin jotted down a few more notes, before going out of her apartment and entering into the nearest convenience store.

Since the shooting of the PV was out of the city, Hui Yin had to make sure she was prepared for it. She bought an umbrella, a spray bottle of mosquito repellent, some basic first aid kit supplies, and because she was broke, a couple of street-food sticky rice dumplings for lunch.

While eating them, Hui Yin also glanced at the windows of the shops nearby, hoping to see a sign announcing that they needed a part-timer to work for them.

When her search ended up in nothing, Hui Yin walked into a small clothing store where everything was sold at a discount, hoping that she could buy some cheap clothes she could wear for tomorrow. In only a breath of time, Hui Yin strolled out again, her face black.

Hui Yin took a sad glimpse at her wallet.

The crux of the matter was—she was simply too poor!

Her wallet was basically a prop, the pockets in her jeans a waste of space. For poor people like her, even a skirt sold at half the original price was a luxury.

Hui Yin went back to her apartment with a growing thundercloud hanging above her head, feeling depressed. She turned on the television, but all the food commercials just made her stomach growl even louder.

At that moment, someone knocked on her door.

Hui Yin opened it, only to see Assistant Yan's nervous face. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Miss Hui, the boss—ahem, I mean CEO and Chairman Lu—sent me here to take back the contract..."

Hui Yin didn't let him finish, and grabbed the lapels of his pressed white shirt. Her eyes twinkled, and although Yan often thought that Miss Hui was really an unparalleled beauty, this look of hers suddenly made him feel terrified.

Hui Yin licked her lips.

"Assistant Yan, you want the contract? I'll sell it to you at a fixed price."