Chapter 857: The Disappearance of Her Embroidery Talent, Ji Qingwei Started to Panic (2)
Chapter 857: The Disappearance of Her Embroidery Talent, Ji Qingwei Started to Panic (2)
Yu Yao had already noted several incidents involving Yu Xiheng in his mental ledger.
The chairman sighed, “Alright, it’s your work, so it’s your call.”
After dinner, Si Fuqing bid farewell to Gu Huiyan and the chairman.
She called Yu Xiheng, “Boss, where are you?”
His response was brief, “At the city gate.”
Glenn was both an international film center and a tourist city.
Si Fuqing boarded a sightseeing car and arrived at the city gate twenty minutes later.
Many people were taking photos with the seven statues at the gate.
The statue of Yun Lan attracted the most tourists.
Many actors, in their quest for the Glenn Award, would go as far as ruining their image to draw attention to their acting skills.
But Yun Lan did not.
Her acting was so exceptional that even her perfect face did not overshadow her talent.
Thus, she was awarded the Glenn Lifetime Achievement Award.
Yu Xiheng sat in a wheelchair, gazing quietly ahead.
His remarkable presence stood out, even among the crowd of Westerners.
Si Fuqing approached him, pointing at the statue. She had learned to maintain a straight face. “Boss, have you seen her movies?”
Yu Xiheng glanced at the statue, his tone indifferent. “Yes.”
“Which ones?”
“Sunset and Eternal Flower.”
“Those two, huh.” Si Fuqing pondered for a moment, then asked, “Boss, do you believe I can surpass her?”
Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and he smiled. “I’ve always believed in you.”
Fueled by his words, Si Fuqing said, “I’ll start filming right after ‘The Nation’s Heroine’ and aim to win an award with my first movie.”
Yu Xiheng looked at her, his eyes deep. “I look forward to it.”
“The exhibition will last a month.” Si Fuqing counted the days on her fingers. “I’ve already spoken with the chairman. He’ll send the embroidery to the Great Xia Empire when it’s over. Please wait a bit longer.”
He had given her many things, especially the precious Dragon Sparrow Feather.
She didn’t want to lag behind.
Yu Xiheng’s voice was soft, almost ethereal. “I really like embroidery.”
He suddenly recalled the most precious coronation gift he had received in his past life.
A handcrafted dragon robe with double-sided embroidery, the last bit of hurriedly finished but the piece was still overall flawless.
Years of war meant he rarely wore the dragon robe, but when he did, it was always that one.
Fifteen hundred years had passed, and that dragon robe was lost to history.
At the Ji family residence.
Ji Qingwei found out what happened only after secretly going online.
She looked at Si Fuqing’s face and then at the “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains,” finally feeling a deep sense of fear.
She had a secret, one even unknown to Ji Longtai and his wife.
As Ji Qingyao mentioned, she indeed had taken someone else’s luck.
She had been gravely injured at four, saved by her godfather.
Master Mingdeng looked after her because of her godfather’s orders.
Her godfather also said that if she could make it past June this year, she would recover, and the talents would be hers.
But her health deteriorated, and she coughed up blood multiple times.
Ji Qingwei hadn’t seen her godfather for a long time and had no way to contact him.
Logically, after someone’s luck was taken, the person who’s luck was taken should definitely not be alive.
But Si Fuqing not only lived, she became a superstar.
What was going on?
Though Ji Qingwei had never left home since she was four, she knew what top-tier meant.
Top-tier meant Si Fuqing was the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, with countless fans.
She was more beautiful and far more famous.
No other profession could boost fame as quickly as being a star.
Even if the Ji family promoted her now, she couldn’t match Si Fuqing’s popularity.
Sixty million followers, all active.
Ji Qingwei was extremely anxious.
She couldn’t understand how Si Fuqing was still alive.
Even more shocking was their encounter at the same competition, leading to her work being labeled as plagiarism.
While Ji Qingwei’s mind was in turmoil, Master Zhuang returned.
Ji Qingwei’s eyes reddened. “Teacher, they all say I plagiarized. I...”
“Qingwei, I believe you have your reasons.” Master Zhuang tried to appear kind. “Considering the time and space, it’s impossible for you to have plagiarized. You haven’t even seen the ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains,’ right?”
Ji Qingwei pressed her lips together and murmured, “I haven’t seen it.”
“Exactly.” Master Zhuang was elated. “If you haven’t seen it, how could you copy it? Could it form in your mind from miles away? Brainwave transmission? Ridiculous, I don’t believe you plagiarized.”
He failed to notice Ji Qingwei’s expression change after his words.
“Qingwei, I’ll clear your name.” Master Zhuang brought out a plain piece of silk. “Embroider anything on the spot, I’ll record it.”
He was determined to restore Ji Qingwei’s reputation.
Ji Qingwei picked up the embroidery needle as usual, but her hand froze.
At that moment, all knowledge of embroidery and stitching vanished from her mind.