"Hey, I'm so confused. Lan Qingyue just won a Best Actress award, what's so special about that? She has so many scandals. Is President Qi blind or what? He actually said that Lan Qingyue is the best choice for the lead role in his next film!"
"Exactly, it's ridiculous for someone who makes movies to act in TV dramas."
"Come on, with Lan Qingyue's face, she's the epitome of a villainous supporting character. If you let her play the kind, gentle, and understanding female lead, she'll be cursed to death. Let's just wait for the show of her being 'drowned'."
"Sigh, what a waste of Mr. Qi's good looks; he's face-blind."
"Anyway, President Qi doesn't think much of Lan Qingyue."
Haha~
The group chatted away, getting more and more excited, talking about Lan Qingyue and then Qi Yu, and coincidentally, both of the parties involved overheard it.
Lan Qingyue squatted at the doorway, holding up her skirt, recording with her phone, laughing like...ennnnn.
Qi Yu stood looking down at Lan Qingyue, taking in all her little movements. She was playful yet mischievous, completely different from before.
The noise outside gradually subsided. Lan Qingyue turned off her phone, flushed the toilet, slammed the door shut, and walked out with a cold expression.
The bathroom door closed automatically.
The women who were discussing the matter were startled when they saw Lan Qingyue appear. Who in the entertainment industry didn't know Lan Qingyue? She wasn't very famous, but she had a temper that was out of control. She would criticize everyone and everything, including her colleagues. As long as she didn't like someone, she would criticize them. In her words, "I'm all alone and have no family to worry about, so I'm fearless."
The original owner was over 1.6 meters tall, and with 10-centimeter high heels, she was over 1.7 meters tall. Standing in front of those minor actors who were less than 1.6 meters tall, she won in terms of height, presence, and looks.
Lan Qingyue looked down on the women who were gossiping behind her back like a queen. The women didn't dare to provoke the hot-tempered Lan Qingyue and lowered their heads, gritting their teeth, ready to run away.
Just as he reached the door, Lan Qingyue coldly shouted, "Stop!"
The group froze, too afraid to move. Lan Qingyue, swaying gracefully in her delicate high heels, circled around to their side, blocking them at the doorway. Her jade-like fingers gripped a red phone, its fiery color as flamboyant as she was. Her voice, cold and imposing, carried an oppressive pressure: "Apologize!"
The group trembled, cautiously looking up at Lan Qingyue, their eyes welling up with tears, and they spoke in trembling voices, "Lan... Sister Lanlan..."
"Apologize!" Lan Qingyue repeated. She hated these pitiful little white flowers the most. Who put up with their bad habits?
The group exchanged glances, biting their lower lips tightly, on the verge of tears.
Lan Qingyue raised her delicate finger and gently traced the edge of her chin, while waving her phone in her other hand. Instantly, her eyes lit up with a gentle smile. "My dear sisters, I accidentally turned on my phone and accidentally started recording. Let me play it for you..."
The sound of their discussion came through the phone; Lan Qingyue was really not joking.
"I'm sorry." Several voices interrupted Lan Qingyue before she could finish speaking. Lan Qingyue raised her hand, and the group of people stumbled back several steps in fright. She tucked a stray strand of hair that brushed against her cheek, her smile vanished instantly, and she gave them a cold glance before walking out of the bathroom first.
As I returned to the corner of the hall, my wrist was suddenly tightened and grabbed, and my palm felt icy cold in an instant.
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