The words "making money" were truly offensive, and the other party's arrogance was so sharp and sarcastic. When Lan Qingyue saw the other party's face, she looked as if she had suddenly realized something, and her face was filled with a bright and cheerful smile. She retorted without backing down, "Who do we have here? Speaking so sarcastically, it turns out to be Senior Sister Xueyun. It's been a long time."

The woman had flaxen wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a well-tailored, one-shoulder fitted dress that accentuated her perfect figure. A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed on her left shoulder, while a bold, three-dimensional flower was embroidered on the right shoulder of the dress, breaking the monotony of the solid-color fitted dress.

The woman's outfit is quite nice, but this is the countryside, and they're here to film a variety show. Their schedule is tight, and if you didn't know better, you'd think they were going to walk the runway.

The other party accused her of bringing her child out to make money. She retorted that the other party was being sarcastic and mean, but that was fair. Lan Qingyue's pretty face maintained a friendly smile, while the other party's expression darkened.

Lan Qingyue pretended not to see it and asked her, "Senior sister, didn't you marry into a wealthy family and enjoy a life of luxury? Why are you now bringing your child out to earn money? Could it be... that you're out of money?"

Chen Xueyun was once the top star of Xingyu Entertainment. When the original owner of this body was working as an extra, she served as a maid to Chen Xueyun, who was the lead actress. Five years ago, Chen Xueyun married a director in a high-profile manner and gave birth to a daughter, announcing her retirement from the entertainment industry.

Three years ago, the original owner signed with Xingyu Entertainment, thus becoming Chen Xueyun's junior sister.

Chen Xueyun has always been arrogant and disdainful. It's no wonder she felt resentful that the person she looked down on had signed with a big company and become her junior colleague.

Chen Xueyun gave a cold "humph," and said, "That's still better than some 'queens' who get pregnant out of wedlock. Their children are already three years old, and they still haven't found the father."

Chen Xueyun deliberately raised her voice, and now the surrounding staff heard it, as did the curious villagers who had gathered around. Some even took out their phones to take pictures and search online, and Lan Qingyue's scandals and Chen Xueyun's past were dug up. For a time, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the gossip.

The original owner and Chen Xueyun didn't have many opportunities to meet, but they would bicker whenever they got the chance. The director, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want his show to start with a war of words before it even began, so he rushed over on his fat, short legs, his huge body blocking the two of them. He grabbed Chen Xueyun's smooth head, his face plastered with a fawning smile that made his features disappear. "Teachers, calm down. It's so hot. Getting angry is bad for your liver, isn't it?"

The director turned to the screenwriter who was standing by and said, "Xiao Li, hurry up and go to the convenience store across the street and buy two bottles of iced green tea to cool down the two teachers. It's so hot, we don't want them to get heatstroke."

Chen Xueyun glanced at the director sideways, "Green tea, huh? Iced green tea, it's definitely refreshing and cooling."

The director, whose hair had been shaved bald, said, "Right? Drinking a bottle of iced green tea on a hot summer day is the best thing."

Chen Xueyun crossed her arms, her expression full of disdain. "Director Cai, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Why imply anyone?"

Bald Director Cai looked completely innocent: "..."

No! I didn't!! Don't talk nonsense!!!

Having grown accustomed to being a wealthy housewife over the years, Chen Xueyun increasingly disregarded directors and producers. She would mock anyone who displeased her, let alone this minor director whose fame and talent were inferior to her husband's. She spoke even more recklessly, "Hmph, stop trying to be a peacemaker here. Look at your bald head, it's probably from trying to be a peacemaker that you've scratched it bald."