Nie Xin's return to Yangcheng caused quite a stir.
In the past few days, he has been inundated with interviews from various media outlets, and film offers have been pouring in like snowflakes. His agent, Xu Yan, has been receiving so many scripts that he's overwhelmed.
Several of these big-budget productions are truly captivating.
"Ah Xin, take a look at this... This Director Guo makes art films that are just as good as Tang Yilan's, and he even won an Oscar!"
"And this one, didn't you want to change your acting style and do spy dramas? This script is pretty good!"
"This film is a collaboration with several veteran actors, so I can absolutely guarantee its reputation. Actually, if you ask me, making these historical dramas and serious dramas would be good for you, what do you think?"
"Nie Xin, say something! Which one do you want to film?"
Other actors are fighting tooth and nail for resources, but the great actor Nie is practically fed by God; top-tier resources are delivered to his door even when he's just sitting there.
However, Nie Xin was not in the mood for it.
He glanced at the script and simply said, "No filming."
Xu Yan almost tripped and fell.
"What did you say?"
Nie Xin lightly pinched her brow, waved her hand, and said, "I don't want to film!"
"I'm saying you..."
Xu Yan almost wanted to swing his arm and punch him.
He is one of the top agents in the industry, having managed many A-list celebrities. He was the one who managed Nie Xin when she first debuted.
His powerful family background, coupled with his outstanding talent, made his path to becoming a movie star smooth sailing.
However, this man was someone Xu Yan couldn't hit or scold, which gave him a real headache.
In the end, Xu Yan swung his arm and punched himself hard.
Nie Xin was startled and looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"
"I'm hitting myself, but it's no use!" Xu Yan was furious. "I can't even control an artist, such good resources are being wasted!"
Nie Xin chuckled and patted his shoulder apologetically.
"You don't just have me working for you. If you distribute these scripts, you can build up a lot of goodwill!"
"Nie Xin, what exactly are you planning to do? Go to England for further studies, will you ruin your brain?"
Speaking of this, Xu Yan suddenly remembered something...
"Nie Xin!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "Your fiancée, could it really be true?"
Nie Xin's expression changed, and she remained silent.
"Really?!" Xu Yan paced anxiously.
That's not acceptable... At the peak of your career and popularity, with a bright future ahead, how can you get married so young!
And I heard that girl has nothing but being pretty.
He never went to school, had no family background, and didn't even have an ID card!
Before bringing her back, Nie Xin spoke with Xu Yan on the phone and briefly explained the situation. At the time, Xu Yan didn't take it seriously, thinking that the movie star was just playing around.
But I never expected that he wouldn't even be in the mood to start work now!
"Nie Xin, are you serious?" Xu Yan asked again with a serious expression.
Nie Xin didn't answer, leaning lazily against the sofa, twirling a glass of whiskey in her left hand.
What's the point of him being serious? That brat has no intention of having anything to do with him.
Didn't she say that in her eyes, he was just her uncle?
Moreover, even he himself didn't know how he truly felt about her.
Sometimes, when he calms down and thinks about it carefully, he probably only feels sympathy and pity for her... In his mind, she is like a pitiful stray cat, a frightened little rabbit, or a mischievous little fox.
She just doesn't seem like a woman.
Nie Xin has very high standards for choosing a partner: she must be smart and beautiful, talented, have common interests with him, be presentable in public and capable in the kitchen, and exude feminine charm...
Therefore, Sang Qing does not meet the standards at all.
Nie Xin chuckled and downed the whiskey in her hand in one gulp.
"Hey!" Xu Yan nudged him and shook his head helplessly. "There's something I have to remind you of."
"What?"
"Whether your fiancée is real or fake, exists or not... the point is, your fans don't want you to have one! Understand?"
Nie Xin frowned slightly.
"You probably don't want to retire from the entertainment industry so soon, do you?"
Nie Xin stared out the window with a cold look in her eyes.
Of course, he wanted to achieve something great; going back to inherit the family fortune was too boring.
"If you want to stay in the industry, you have to maintain a good relationship with your fans! You're not only a talented actor, but also a big influencer. If you don't have fans supporting you, all your talent is useless!"
"Yes, I understand," Nie Xin said calmly.
"Good that you understand." Xu Yan was still worried. "The schedule for the next few days has been sent to your phone. First, there's the film festival red carpet, then you're a judge on a variety show. You'll be surrounded by reporters for both of those events, so you need to know what to say!"
Nie Xin nodded, her thoughts still wandering elsewhere.
Xu Yan could only touch on the subject briefly.
Fortunately, Nie Xin never lets you down at crucial moments.
...
Two days later, Nie Xin's appearance on the film festival red carpet drew screams.
Just as Huo Zhixing said, leaving Yangcheng for three months did not diminish his popularity; on the contrary, he gained more attention because of his mystique.
At this moment, Sang Qing was in the kitchen making soup, a skill she had recently learned from Aunt Cen.
She wiped her sweat, turned the heat down to the lowest setting, and simmered it slowly, so she could just watch it from the side.
While making soup, she put her phone on the shelf and randomly picked a video.
Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from the video at this moment:
"Thank you for your concern. I have learned a lot about acting during my three months in the UK, and I hope to bring you more and better works when I return!"
Sang Qing's body stiffened.
She looked up at her phone; on the screen was a picture of a handsome man with perfectly proportioned features, as if God had shown him special favor.
"Mr. Nie, there are rumors that you have a fiancée in England, which is something that your fans are very concerned about... Is this rumor true or false?"
Sang Qing's heart suddenly clenched.
Nie Xin remained calm and composed in front of the camera, the flashes constantly illuminating his face. Sang Qing couldn't see his face clearly, but she heard his deep, cello-like voice slowly say:
"I'm not comfortable answering this question right now, so I hope you can give me some privacy."
The reporters were taken aback and began whispering among themselves.
He wants private space? That means this isn't just a rumor, is it?
"Mr. Nie," the reporters, intrigued, pressed on, "someone photographed you returning to Yangcheng on a private jet with a girl beside you... Is that your fiancée?"
"Mr. Nie, you are already engaged, why did you announce to your fans that you are single?"
"Mr. Nie, please explain!"
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