Han Songyan said earnestly, "Xi Ruo, let me kindly remind you that girls in this industry can easily lose themselves. They always think that they can take shortcuts and reach the top faster than others by relying on the power of capital. In fact, they are all wrong. Whether they can stay popular for a long time depends on their popularity and their own strength."
Bai Xiruo's face showed impatience: "Don't give me this nonsense. What I need right now is a work that can win awards. Just do as I say."
Han Songyan sneered: "Even if I push you into the lead role, do you think you can hold your own?"
Bai Xiruo said confidently, "I have a grade 10 piano certificate, and my mother is the famous pianist Han Songyan. No one is more suitable for this role than me."
Seeing the greed flashing in Bai Xiruo's eyes, Han Songyan felt a chill in her heart.
This is the daughter she raised with her own hands. It seems that her daughter's desire to take shortcuts was all because she, as her mother, paved the way for her in every way to protect her, which led to her developing this habit.
Looking back now, it's quite ironic.
When Qianmo first entered the entertainment industry, she obtained all the roles she wanted by participating in various auditions. However, her biological mother disliked her for bringing shame to herself and the Bai family and wanted to blacklist her and force her to leave the entertainment industry.
Now she understands that this is what an actor should look like when pursuing their dreams.
*
When Bai Qianmo finished her work, she checked the time and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
Stepping out of the office, the entire office area was still as bright as day, and even the receptionist was working overtime voluntarily because there was a high overtime pay.
In the past two days, Tengyue has made a name for itself in the industry through this plagiarism battle with Fansheng, and some small media companies have begun to extend olive branches to Tengyue.
Especially after Tengyue agreed to the plagiarism case today, even the TV station wanted to invite the founder to do an interview, but she refused.
She wrote the script simply to create a way for Tengyue to break through the encirclement; she didn't want others to know that she was the pioneer.
Upon arriving at the practice room, all the artists were still rehearsing the storyline.
When Su Peishan saw Bai Qianmo come in, she immediately reached out and pulled her aside.
"I have something to do tonight. The artists haven't had dinner yet, so I ordered some diet meals for them. They should be arriving soon. If there's nothing else, I'll head off work now."
Bai Qianmo looked Su Peishan up and down with some surprise: "You have an appointment?"
Is it that obvious?
Seeing the suspicious blush on Su Peishan's face, Bai Qianmo smiled knowingly: "Looks like it's going to be a rather important date."
Su Peishan lowered her voice and said, "What do you think of my makeup today?"
"So beautiful." Bai Qianmo praised sincerely. Sister Su is almost thirty, and marriage is indeed her number one problem right now.
She often involuntarily brings up the various bizarre men she's met on blind dates during meals, including tricky questions like whether it's her first time meeting someone or how many boyfriends she's had.
Having encountered many oddballs, Su Peishan gradually lost all hope in blind dates.
She's clearly been focusing on work lately, and this is the first time I've seen her so eager to keep an appointment.
"But you're wearing this business suit to the appointment?"
"Of course not, I brought some clothes with me. I'll go change in the restroom later. I'm off now."
"Go ahead, and I wish you success on your blind date."
Su Peishan shook her head somewhat embarrassedly and said, "It's not a blind date. It's a senior from my university days. He came to Beijing on a business trip from Shanghai. He heard from a friend that I was also in Beijing, so he called me to ask me to meet up."
Bai Qianmo teased, "You were a college classmate, you didn't have a crush on her before, did you?"
Su Peishan raised her bright eyes and said, "You guessed right. I did have a crush on this senior in college, but I came from a small town while he was from Shanghai and had a girlfriend of two years. So I just had a crush on him, and he didn't know."
Su Peishan looked nostalgic as she recalled her wonderful university days.
Bai Qianmo smiled and said, "Hurry up and go keep your appointment."
Su Peishan happily went back to her office to get her clothes.
Bai Qianmo's phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Hello?"
"I have arrived."
"Okay, I'll come down right now."
Bai Qianmo chatted briefly with the artists before leaving Tengyue, and coincidentally saw Su Peishan waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance.
Su Peishan changed into a khaki wool bodycon long dress, with a black coat over it. Her long, wavy hair was softly draped in front of her, making her delicate features even more radiant and beautiful.
Bai Qianmo's eyes lit up: "Sister Su, you really went all out to see your senior. This outfit is good enough to walk the red carpet."
Su Peishan applied bright red lipstick in front of the small mirror. Her already sexy lips looked like freshly picked cherries, radiating an alluring color.
"I'm almost thirty, so if I don't take advantage of the last few years of my youth to be vain, it won't be meaningful to do these things when I'm old and my looks have faded."
Bai Qianmo nodded, agreeing with her point of view.
The elevator arrived, and the two chatted as they rode it down to the first floor.
As I exited the building, a familiar black car was parked on the side of the road.
Su Peishan gave Bai Qianmo a knowing look: "Your man is quite proactive."
Just then, a black Land Rover pulled up, and Su Peishan's phone rang.
After answering the phone, Su Peishan looked at the Land Rover and said, "My friend is here, I'm leaving now."
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