CH 4.2

TL: ZhenZhen

Editor: Arya

Proofreader: QianMin

QC: ZhenZhen 

Ye Zixuan was also present in the venue, how could she not notice Lin Qinglu.

Her cheongsam was made of more advanced materials, ironed and smooth, and the fabric exuded a luster. Lin Qinglu who deliberately wore an old cheongsam couldn’t be compared to her.

At first, she let the stylist adjust the details for her as she talked and laughed with Shen Yu.

But when Lin Qinglu remained aloof and sat on the sofa, the noise around her reduced.

As if everyone was afraid to disturb Lin Qinglu.

Ye Zixuan had to admit that where Lin Qinglu was present, she could make herself the center of attention.

Others could only be reduced to mediocrity, in dim light.

Ye Zixuan lowered her head in despair, and gradually lost her interest in talking.

Shen Yu couldn’t understand that even he, who obviously hated Lin Qinglu, had been dazzled by her from time to time, and was surprised by her.

Shen Yu softly comforted: “Zixuan, wait for a good performance. Your acting skills have improved a lot. You can definitely do it.”

Ye Zixuan raised her small face and looked at Shen Yu gratefully: “Thanks, A-Yu.”

When everyone could not see, Ye Zixuan resumed her normal face, displaying no expression on her face.

Movie Queen Lin’s face was given by God, she couldn’t match it. But with so much effort in her acting, she should have seen some results.

There were many shots in this scene, and in the afternoon, Lin Qinglu still looked like this.

They got stuck several times in the middle, and except for a few times when the props were out of place, it was all Ye Zixuan’s NG(1).

It was not how bad her acting skills were, but that this movie wanted to take the beauty of women and enhance it to the extreme. Not only did it require Lin Qinglu to be all alone, but all the women in the film must be able to display their femininity.

To put it bluntly, Ye Zixuan’s femininity still didn’t seem to be enough.

Jian Yixin looked around for a long time, and couldn’t help but sigh at Ye Zixuan, a not so easy-going character.

The beauty of a woman could be described to come from half her skin and half her self-confidence.

It was too difficult to maintain confidence in front of Lin Qinglu.

In the afternoon, the staff of V Video arrived, and Jian Yixin went with her colleagues on the list to prepare for shooting.

This kind of short video shoots were with funny side characters and stuntmen were not too serious, and the location was set in a lounge in the studio.

Jian Yixin didn’t feel much pressure, just had to talk about the fun things when auditioning as the dancer, and “what it’s like to be a dancer for a movie queen”.

The producer was extremely satisfied with her appearance. He didn’t say anything clearly, but immediately added a few more questions for Jian Yixin in the script.

Finale! Must be the finale!

I can imagine that the popularity of this video would definitely exceed the past. One, because of Lin Qinglu’s reputation, and two, because now I have high-quality lenses, so I don’t have to worry about anything.

The beauty of planning, I never thought that reality turn out to be more beautiful——

Then Jian Yixin recorded the last question.

“Ms. Pianzhen has been in contact with Ms. Lin for a period of time, has there been anything funny that has happened between you?” The little host asked with a smile.

Jian Yixin faced the camera with a calm expression. When she heard this, she pursed her lips and smiled, picking up a crew member and saying:

“I remember once, Ms.Lin bought afternoon tea for the entire crew. She kept buying them for everyone, and missed her share so could only watch everyone else have theirs.”

Jian Yixin’s short passage was full of wit, and the little host smiled sincerely, and couldn’t help asking:

“And then?”

There was no such thing.

Jian Yixin’s smile remained the same, wondering how to make it up.

At this time, the door behind her was opened.

A beauty dressed in a plum red cheongsam slowly strolled into the scene.

Her figure was thin and light. In just a few short steps, she walked like a willow, calmly and gracefully.

She walked to Jian Yixin’s side, shook her sandalwood fan lightly, her eyes slightly glazed, and her voice flowed away:

“Then?” The host prodded.

“Then Pianzhen made up for it with a dessert in private.”