55 Miss Lin, we meet again

In the first-class lounge at Brandenburg Airport, Lin Yuwei took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of delicately painted eyes. She lazily leaned on the leather sofa, her fingertips lightly sliding across the screen of her mobile phone, flipping through the photos of the past few days in the album, preparing to pick a few to post on Weibo. Because she was worried about being ridiculed by the self-media for "trying to ride on the popularity of the Berlin Film Festival" without any works, she endured for several days and did not post a single photo. There was a glass of carbonated drink on the coffee table, and the bubbles rose and burst silently. Liu Yuwei and Ren Yiming walked into the lounge one after another. The female star's dress was too eye-catching to be ignored. Liu Yuwei saw Lin Yuwei sitting by the window at first sight. "Do you want to say hello?" Liu Yuwei turned her head and asked the person next to her. "It's up to you." Ren Yiming had a blank expression and a flat tone. On the way to the airport, Liu Yuwei excitedly told him about her incredible luck. The airline had texted her saying she'd been upgraded because economy class was overbooked, even though she'd called customer service two days prior and been told first class was sold out. The sudden availability of a seat, and her sudden upgrade, didn't seem like a coincidence. Seeing several Chinese-looking passengers around, Liu Yuwei approached Lin Yuwei, her voice deliberately lowered. "Miss Lin, nice to see you again!" Lin Yuwei looked up, her eyes meeting Liu Yuwei's polite smile before glancing over her shoulder to see Ren Yiming standing behind her. Memories of that day flooded back—two men, one playful and enthusiastic but with a sharp edge, the other gentle and clear-minded but distant and indifferent. The repeated setbacks had left her feeling frustrated. When they met again, Ren Yiming didn't even glance at her, his head bent, fiddling with his phone, as if she were air. This feeling of being deliberately ignored reminded her of her first two years in the industry, when she'd been constantly fetching tea and water to directors and screenwriters just to get more scenes. Her shiny red nails scraped across the phone case, and she suppressed her anger, her skirt swaying like water as she stood up. Maintaining a warm and respectful smile is a piece of cake for actresses. "Lawyer Liu, Mr. Ren. What a coincidence, you're also returning to Beijing North on Air China, right?" Her voice held just the right amount of surprise. Liu Yuwei smiled and nodded, and Ren Yiming lazily raised his eyes, his cynical expression replaced. "Ms. Lin, why are you here alone?" Lin Yuwei's eyes flickered, and she suddenly remembered the undercurrent between the two men at the dinner table that day. She deliberately pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you talking about Jin Lang?" She paused, as if weighing her words. Although Ren Yiming...

In the first-class lounge at Brandenburg Airport, Lin Yuwei removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of delicately painted eyes. She lazily leaned against a leather sofa, her fingertips gently swiping across her phone screen, flipping through her photo album of the past few days, preparing to post a few on Weibo. Fearing being mocked by social media for "riding on the Berlin Film Festival's buzz" without a single film, she had refrained from posting a single photo for several days.

There was a glass of carbonated drink on the coffee table, and the bubbles rose and burst silently.

Liu Yuwei and Ren Yiming walked into the lounge one after the other. The female star's outfit was too eye-catching to ignore, and Liu Yuwei immediately spotted Lin Yuwei sitting by the window.

"Do you want to go say hello?" Liu Yuwei turned his head and asked the person next to him.

"Whatever you say." Ren Yiming had no expression on his face and spoke in a flat tone.

On the way to the airport, Liu Yuwei excitedly told him that she was extremely lucky. The airline sent a message saying that she was upgraded because the economy class was overbooked, but he had clearly called customer service two days ago and was told that the first class was sold out.

Suddenly there was a vacant seat, and she was suddenly upgraded to a higher cabin class. It didn't seem like a mere coincidence.

Liu Yuwei saw a few Chinese-looking passengers around, so he walked up to Lin Yuwei and lowered his voice deliberately.

"Ms. Lin, we meet again!"

Lin Yuwei looked up, her eyes first meeting Liu Yuwei's polite smile, then she glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of Ren Yiming standing behind her.

The memory of that day suddenly flooded her mind - two men, one was playful and enthusiastic but every word was sharp, the other was gentle and clear-minded but actually distant and indifferent. The continuous setbacks made her feel frustrated.

When they met again, Ren Yiming didn't even glance at her. He just lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, as if she were air.

This feeling of being deliberately ignored reminded her of the first two years after she entered the industry. In order to get more shots, she did a lot of things like serving tea and water to directors and screenwriters.

Her shiny red nails scraped across the phone case, and she suppressed her anger, her skirt rippling like water as she stood up. Maintaining a warm and respectful smile is easy for an actress.

"Lawyer Liu, Mr. Ren. What a coincidence! You're also flying back to Beijing North on Air China, right?"

There was just the right amount of surprise in her voice.

Liu Yuwei smiled and nodded, and Ren Yiming then raised his eyes lazily with a cynical expression.

"Ms. Lin, why are you alone?"

Lin Yuwei's eyes flickered as she suddenly remembered the undercurrent between the two men at the dinner table that day. She deliberately pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you talking about Jin Lang?"

She paused, as if choosing her words.

Although Ren Yiming didn't answer, the expression on his face could be summed up in three words - "What else?"

Lin Yuwei's face quickly broke into a smile. "He was supposed to come back with us, but he had to go to Hong Kong for some work. After all, it's a private trip, so it's not good to let everyone know!"

The ending tone rises, with a subtle hint.

Liu Yuwei echoed, but did not show any disappointment or surprise. After all, she had received a WeChat message from Jin Lang when she was packing her luggage last night.

Ren Yiming's brows knitted ever so slightly. Lin Yuwei's words were like a thorn in his already troubled heart, and his earlier suspicions seemed to be indirectly confirmed.

The scene of Liu Yuwei throwing herself into Jin Lang's arms on a snowy night resurfaced in his mind. He suddenly felt that the air in the lounge had become thinner, the oxygen supply was insufficient, and he felt dizzy and his head was swollen.

Outside the window, an airplane was slowly sliding towards the runway, and the roar of its engine was like a distant sigh.

…

Lin Yuwei stepped into the cabin in her stilettos and was surprised to find herself sitting next to Ren Yiming in the first row. Although first-class seats offer a lot of privacy, they still had the opportunity to chat along the way.

She pushed her sunglasses up, her carefully styled curls falling over her shoulders. Just as she was about to speak, Ren Yiming suddenly stood up and left. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a Burberry plaid shirt plopped down in the seat next to her.

"There's someone here, you must be mistaken." Lin Yuwei's voice was like ice, and she slammed her sunglasses on the armrest of the chair.

"That guy switched seats with me, here." The man pointed towards the back row.

Lin Yuwei turned her head and looked through the gap between the seats, and saw Ren Yiming leaning over and saying something to Liu Yuwei, with an unusually gentle smile on his face.

The sunlight shone through the porthole onto the woman's plain profile, even the tiny hairs were clearly visible.

This woman looked ordinary, and it was unclear what she was capable of. "Heh," she snorted coldly. Men, like creatures, would willingly become lapdogs when they couldn't get the love they wanted.

When I opened Weibo again, the edited nine-square grid in the draft box was replaced by the close-up of the dessert on the dinner table a few days ago. It seemed that they were worried that netizens would not understand the deep meaning of it, so this picture was deliberately moved to the middle position.

In the last moments before takeoff, Lin Yuwei clicked the word "Send" and an almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

Because of the "expectation," the ten-hour flight seemed even longer than usual. When she got up to go to the restroom, she seemed to casually glance towards the back seat, and the two of them didn't seem to communicate anymore.

Almost immediately after the plane touched down, accompanied by a jolt of turbulence, Lin Yuwei unlocked her phone, and the Weibo interface popped up. During the few seconds of waiting for the signal, her long, manicured nails tapped out a rapid rhythm on the screen.

The top entertainment searches were all about Lunar New Year movies. Undeterred, she scrolled down again, even checking out the real-time rising hot topics after the number 50.

She returned to her personal page, intending to read the comments, but her pupils suddenly constricted—the carefully edited Weibo post was gone. Besides herself, only her agent had access to her personal account.

After getting off the plane, Lin Yuwei hid in the hidden shadows behind the pillars and dialed the number directly.

"You deleted my Weibo?" The words came out like a sword drawn from its sheath, with an unquestionable questioning tone.

"Yes." There was the rustling of papers on the other end of the line. "Why are you posting this now?"

The other party obviously understood the hidden twists and turns in Lin Yuwei's photo.

Lin Yuwei dug her nails into her palms. The men's watch faintly visible in the photo was a limited edition endorsed by Jin Lang. Add to that the tiny scar on the back of his hand, and she thought she could use this "combination" to stay on the trending search list, but she didn't expect... "He uses me as a shield whenever he needs me. Why can't I get more exposure for myself?"

Her voice suddenly rose, then suddenly dropped, as if something was strangling her neck.

After being told by Jin Lang that they could not cooperate that night, she immediately informed her agent of the "bad news". However, unexpectedly, the other party seemed to accept the reality very quickly.

"According to the style of Jin Lang's management team, this kind of seemingly plausible gossip is usually handled coldly. It's only natural for me to gain some attention in return. Why did you delete it? Where are you going with this?"

Lin Yuwei was still hesitant about what she said to her agent, thinking of the long-standing friendship they had fought side by side.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"Ignore it? It's been less than ten minutes since you posted this Weibo, and Zhang Yi called me personally!"

Jin Lang's gold medal agent is well-known in the industry for his smiling face and his impeccable work style.

He didn't mention the Weibo post at all during the call. After expressing Jin Lang's apologies for not being able to work together this time, he mentioned that two casting directors from the project preparation team were very optimistic about Lin Yuwei and might contact her for an audition later. Finally, he tactfully expressed the hope that neither of them would be tied to an early role, which would affect their subsequent development.

At first, Lin Yuwei's agent was a little puzzled about what "being bound by a role" meant, until she saw the discussion in the fan group and understood the deeper meaning.

"One Weibo post earned me two auditions for S+ projects. What a steal! Instead of just taking advantage of this little extra, why not seize the opportunity? What do you think?!"

The busy tone after the call ended was like a pair of scissors, yet it still couldn't sever Lin Yuwei's resentment. She swayed in her high heels and headed for the exit. She knew her agent's words made sense, but she still refused to swallow her anger.

When she went to the baggage claim area to meet up with the assistant, she once again caught a glimpse of Ren Yiming and Liu Yuwei, who were pushing suitcases and talking and laughing.

Lin Yuwei suddenly laughed. She opened WeChat and found a pinned contact with the label "aaa-Brother Li".

[Please help me find someone, the price is negotiable. ]