During her two-week hospital stay, Nan Xian witnessed firsthand just how ruthless reporters can be in their pursuit of exclusive stories.
Waiting outside the hospital or sneaking into the hospital under the guise of visiting a patient are no longer considered unusual.
One day, while Nan Xian was digesting her food after a meal, she chatted for a while with a patient who had a broken arm. It wasn't until he bent down to pick something up that she noticed a miniature microphone sticking out of his collar and realized that he was a reporter.
Even after returning to her ward, she was still deeply saddened—to break her own hand in order to obtain firsthand information, what a ruthless person she was!
Fortunately, the other party seemed to be planning to proceed gradually, and today they only asked about trivial matters, so even if word got out, it wouldn't have any impact on Nan Xian.
Having learned from this experience, she didn't go out for the next few days.
When she's bored, she reads books, browses the news, or chats with [.h] people. He's been quite busy these past few days, so it takes him a long time to reply to her messages.
Nan Xian didn't mind. She simply wanted to find someone to share her life with. She was planning to redecorate her home recently, so she would send him a bunch of pictures of furniture each time, and they would discuss them together when they had time.
That evening, [.h] was helping her choose a sofa.
Nan Xian finally chose a cloud-themed sofa with a simple design, but then struggled to decide between eggshell white and pearl white, so she asked for his opinion.
I thought he would be clueless, like a straight man trying to identify lipstick colors, but to my surprise, he immediately listed the pros and cons of the two colors and suggested matching combinations.
[Xian Shi Kan Hua: I thought straight men with STEM backgrounds were less knowledgeable about color, but I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable!]
[.h: I took a year off from university and studied painting abroad for a while, so I only have a basic understanding.]
Upon seeing this sentence, Nan Xian suddenly recalled someone mentioning to her a long time ago that He Mingxiao had studied at university for five years, but had taken a break from his studies for some reason...
What a coincidence.
She quickly put that thought out of her mind and turned to discussing the pattern of the background painting with him.
**
Three days later, Nan Xian was officially discharged from the hospital.
At the same time, her agent, Tan Wei, sent her several advertising endorsement offers.
Because of the previous accident on the deserted island, Nan Xian became one of the most talked-about public figures online, and advertisers naturally flocked to her.
Nan Xian carefully reviewed the invitations and ultimately chose a small beauty brand that had just started out.
The brand is called "Xiao Tao Hong," which is taken from the line "Apricot blossoms drift like snow, Xiao Tao Hong" in Han Wo's poem "Cold Food Night."
Xiaotaohong is still relatively unknown, but it will become one of the giants in the domestic cosmetics industry. Whenever the country encounters a major disaster, it donates millions of yuan in funds and supplies to society and has been recognized by the country as a conscientious enterprise.
After meeting with Ms. Cen Xia, the founder of the Xiaotaohong brand, Nan Xian signed a five-year endorsement contract with them without hesitation.
Both parties are decisive and efficient, and they made an official announcement immediately after confirming the information.
After two days of preparation, Nan Xian went directly to the studio to shoot the advertisement on the third day.
The overall style of Xiaotaohong is traditional Chinese elegance and nobility, and the packaging also incorporates ancient elements. Therefore, the planning team designed the advertisement in the form of a short time-travel drama.
The first scene was set in a modern bedroom. The actors were in position, the lights were on, and filming began.
Wearing her pajamas, Nan Xian sat down in front of the vanity mirror. Her gaze swept over the dazzling array of cosmetics on the table, and she picked out a blush with a hollowed-out plum blossom design on the outer shell.
She rubbed her fingertip against the blush and gently spread it on the back of her hand. Her fair skin was immediately tinged with a light, translucent pink, like the blush that rises on a young girl's cheeks when she is shy, making her incredibly endearing.
She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Just as the makeup brush touched her cheek, a gust of wind suddenly lifted her hair, and then a light shone in the mirror—
"Okay, click!"
The director and Ms. Cen Xia exchanged a glance, both showing expressions of satisfaction.
After adding a few more side shots and close-ups, this scene came to a successful end, and we prepared to move on to the next scene.
Nan Xian went to change her look, and this time Lin Jiaojiao was in charge of her makeup. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they quickly started chatting.
"Xian, to be honest, I've always thought your looks are perfect for period dramas, but unfortunately you've never taken on a period drama role, so I don't really have a chance to shine—" She gently touched her forehead with a small brush dipped in lipstick, "Look, what a noble and aloof empress!"
Nan Xian looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Her face was like a lotus flower, her eyebrows like willow leaves, and her slightly upturned eyeliner brought out a touch of sharp majesty. Her lips were as beautiful as rose petals, slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Her red hair was hidden away, and her black wig was styled into a high bun, adorned with kingfisher feather and pearl hairpins, making her look gorgeous and dazzling.
This kingfisher feather and pearl-inlaid phoenix hairpin was passed down from Ms. Cen Xia's ancestors and is quite valuable. It is usually kept in a safe, but she brought it here specifically for the photoshoot.
After changing her clothes, Ding He helped her into the filming location for the second scene.
The venue is surrounded by greenery, with a scene resembling the inner hall of an ancient palace built in the middle, and an antique-style corridor outside.
There was also a dressing table in the inner hall, on which was placed a box of rouge, made of wood, with a small peach-pink logo carved on the surface.
Nan Xian sat down, the stylist helped her lay out her skirt, everything was ready, the crew cleared the set, and the photoshoot began.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror with confusion. Her gaze shifted to the rouge box in her hand, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Suddenly, a long, slender, fair hand reached out from the side and took hers—
This is her partner today, or more precisely, a model with exceptionally beautiful hands.
All he needs to show in the photos is his hands and his back.
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