"Aorsa, are you ready?!"
The cameraman pushed open the door and his eyes lit up when he saw the woman sitting in front of the dressing table. He unconsciously walked behind Mu Yiran and exclaimed, "Wow, Aorsa, aren't you really considering joining the entertainment industry?"
She whispered, "If you're willing, Mr. Mo will definitely arrange everything for you! It's easy to gain casual fans in the variety show industry!"
Mu Yiran pursed her lips, and the lipstick smudged, giving her a rosy complexion. The cool-toned eye makeup, which was originally meant to enhance her aura, instead added a captivatingly alluring and aloof charm to her.
She smiled and said, "Let's forget it, I don't want to cause trouble for your boss."
The tour guide, hearing her polite refusal, didn't say anything more. She pointed to the camera behind her, focusing it on the woman's face from various angles.
Mr. Mo said, "Take as many photos as you can, or you'll die!"
He had a great time taking pictures, and Mu Yiran cooperated with whatever angle he asked for. This was much more comfortable than the various forced poses and terrible lighting at the Wen family next door!
Ji Yunli selected a few official photos for Mu Yiran and sent them to the publicity team. Today was the day to film the pilot episode for the show, to promote the live broadcast of the show next week. It was also a way for Saorsa to officially and on a large scale appear on the domestic stage, and all the designers in the studios would release promotional photos.
After sending the message, Ji Yunli glanced at the lively discussion in the group chat. She scrolled through the photos of the various designers that appeared on the page and felt a pang of sadness.
When will her photo appear there...?
Aorsa took her to that dinner party before, which did allow her to meet a lot of people in high society, but so what?
She could sense that those people's target was Mu Yiran, and they didn't think much of her.
Mu Yiran claimed she would broaden her horizons and provide her with resources, but that didn't happen at all, and it even made her hopeful for a long time...
She's been in this industry for four or five years, yet she's still stuck at the very bottom...
"Yunli...Yunli!"
"Ah!" Ji Yunli snapped out of her daze and saw that everyone was looking at her. Mu Yiran had obviously been calling her for a while. She felt a little embarrassed. "Sorry, Aorsa, I was sending you your photos and didn't pay attention. What's wrong?"
Mu Yiran pointed to the bag she had brought: "There's a ring box inside, could you get it for me?"
Mu Yiran took off the pink diamond from her hand.
She thought about it and realized that the diamond ring was still too eye-catching.
After confessing her feelings to Shi Youxi, this jerk wanted to test her, so he acted up and made a scene, asking her to do this and that. Mu Yiran felt disgusted and annoyed, but she still complied with him.
But even though Shi Youxi repeatedly told her not to pick them, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble...
Let Shi Youxi be angry.
He's easier to fool than netizens.
Thinking of Shi Youxi, that guy hasn't sent her a message yet today.
The man has been away on a business trip for almost a week.
Mu Yiran had to admit that she did miss him a little.
Ji Yunli watched as she stuffed the ring back in and put on a plain band instead.
The pink diamond, which she wouldn't dare buy even for a fake, lay in her hand, and a thought crossed her mind. "Aorsa, why aren't you wearing it anymore? Didn't you like it a lot and wear it every day..."
Seeing Mu Yiran frown, she said again:
"I see other designers are all dressed in high-end outfits, we can't let ourselves be outdone!"
The camera director next to him, Lian Xiao:
"With your Aorsa faces, no matter how fancy other people's outfits are, they'll all pale in comparison!"
Mu Yiran smiled faintly and remained silent.
Fifteen minutes before filming began, Mu Yiran set off for the studio set up by the production team—the venue for the next live broadcast of the show.
The set built by the production team was lavish, comparable to the standards of a Milan fashion show. Mu Yiran was watching from her own area when a burst of laughter suddenly came from behind her:
"Hey, what brings you here all by yourself, senior?"
Mu Yiran turned her head and was met directly by a huge mushroom cloud.
She took a step back, looked Wen Qingyu up and down, and couldn't help but ask, "...Are you cosplaying as Mushroom?"
“…You’re amazing—”
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Qingyu's face stiffened, her facial muscles twitching and throbbing. Her eyelids twitched, and she glanced at Mu Yiran's waving left hand. A sudden sense of apprehension arose in her heart, and she could only use the motion of brushing her hair to cover the redness and swelling on her cheek.
"Well, I'm just trying out a new look, otherwise you'll always say I don't look like a designer at all."
She didn't even have the confidence to say something as simple as throwing mud at someone!
And her current disheveled state was all caused by Mu Yiran!
Who was the man with her that day?!
Even though the Wen family and Lu Tingyi used every means at their disposal, they still couldn't find out!
Could he really be the heir of the Shi family...?
But Mom clearly said that the Shi family man is mentally ill!
There is very little information about the Shi family; Wen Qingyu couldn't find even a few photos of them.
Wen Qingyu glared at her fiercely, but she was afraid that Mu Yiran would really go crazy like last time and slap her on the spot.
Helian Xin observed Wen Qingyu's cowardly demeanor and said calmly, "Where is Aorsa's goddess? Is she going to be absent this time as well?"
She smiled at the screenwriter following behind her and said, "When the production team invited me, they thought I was the only mystery guest."
"Turns out I was just a smokescreen."
The screenwriter, with a forced smile, said, "No, Xinxin is the only mystery guest. Aorsa's goddess just couldn't make it due to scheduling conflicts."
"Did he not come or not at all?" Wen Qingyu couldn't help but ask.
"If there are any problems between the senior student and the production team, there's no need to hide them; we're all on the same side."
"It just so happens that my family owns several media companies, which have signed a lot of internet celebrities, and they've all become very popular this year!"
"Don't worry about not getting any attention, senior. A unique goddess like you is sure to attract attention! Right, Sister Xinxin!"
Helian Xin smiled faintly and remained silent, displaying an approachable and sweet demeanor.
Mu Yiran, contrary to her usual attitude, actually asked:
"Really... Do you know any internet celebrities who can save the day and generate buzz?"
It was as if they were genuinely listening to Wen Qingyu's opinion.
Even if this internet celebrity is very popular among celebrities, they are still a level below. Even if they generate buzz, it is conceivable that they will be ridiculed by the entire internet.
Mu Yiran knew exactly what Wen Qingyu was thinking. She watched coldly as Wen Qingyu kept showing her recommendations.
—
Half an hour later, the show officially began filming, and the designers took the stage one by one.
"Actually, I also want to know who Aorsa's goddess is. The production team is keeping it a secret for too long," a male designer whispered in his ear.
Wen Xin's eye-catching style has always been—"conflict, contradiction, and tearing each other apart."
The camera captured their entire reaction.
"It should be quite unexpected, but I feel it's probably no more surprising than Xin Xin, who was originally a special guest."
As soon as she finished speaking, Helian Xin gracefully walked in, following the script's route, on the large screen in the studio.
Compared to other young actresses and faded Hong Kong actresses, Helian Xin is undoubtedly the one who attracts the most attention.
Designers say it's impossible not to be envious; who wouldn't want their brand to be associated with the most popular celebrities?
On one hand, she was relieved that Mu Yiran and Helian Xin hadn't gotten together, but on the other hand, she was wondering why Wen Qingyu, this person who had cut in line, had to be in the couple.
"Actually, it's not so bad. If Helian Xin and Aorsa hadn't broken up, we would have been finished!" a Chinese-American girl sighed.
He was the only designer invited back from abroad, and he often met Mu Yiran at fashion shows. No one knew better than him the prestige of the name Aorsa in the international fashion circle.
But when this truth came to Wen Qingyu's mind, it was a different story.
Wen Qingyu said jokingly, "So if it were me and Xinxin, would you think it's a sure thing?"
"I'm not under any pressure."
The expressions of the people around them instantly became subtle, and they awkwardly tried to skip the topic by laughing, but Wen Qingyu persisted.
"No way! This is so unfair to me! I didn't even have a goddess in the first place! I'm going to talk to the production team and ask them to switch me back!"
Wen Qingyu clapped her hands and teased, "You'll behave once the pressure is on you."
“…”
The designers who were joking around suddenly looked around and turned their attention to the screen, pretending to be nervously anticipating the goddess they had never met before.
They were unhappy, but unfortunately, this was Haishi, and even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. They couldn't afford to offend either the Wen family or Lu Tingyi.
Wen Qingyu's gaze shifted to Mu Yiran, who had remained silent, and she gave a sardonic smile before taking her arm. "Senior, how about we switch back?"
Mu Yiran raised an eyebrow, indicating, "Oh?"
Wen Qingyu suppressed the goosebumps, her face stiff:
"It's all your fault, senior, for not clarifying things with Sister Xinxin. It's like I took advantage of you—"
Mu Yiran touched her chin: "You've broken down?"
Wen Qingyu choked, "What...why?!"
Glancing at the camera turning around, Wen Qingyu changed the subject, her lips curling downwards: "I'm only doing this for my senior, considering what you did with Sister Xinxin back then..."
The abrupt ending was perfectly timed, drawing in all those eavesdropping.
"It's also a good learning opportunity. It's easy for you, but very valuable to me."
"Not everyone gets invited by the production team and given such great resources..."
"I was just seizing the opportunity, and now I'm being portrayed as if I took advantage of my senior..."
The Three Classic Variety Shows—
The tragedy is only hinted at, the tears are left unsaid, and the emo background music in the later episodes is captivating.
Wen Qingyu had the atmosphere under her complete control.
As she expected, the onlookers instantly showed sympathy and empathy. Some people, after being reminded by Wen Qingyu, thought of all the care Mu Yiran had received since joining the crew.
The human heart is unpredictable, and uncontrollable desires and speculations quietly creep out.
"So... how exactly were these groups divided?"
"Could she really be a 'resourced' actress, able to choose whomever she wants?"
"I heard that Wenxin has connections in the decision-making level. Could it be that the show was made for her?"
"Huh? Then who is this goddess? No way?! When they announce it, who among us will be hers?!"
Seeing the increasingly tense atmosphere on set, and noticing the growing coldness of the tall woman who had been following Mu Yiran, the camera director hesitated and quietly asked the assistant director, "Should we... cut this scene?"
The assistant director murmured an "Hmm" after thinking for a moment. He glanced at the director's plump figure as he ran towards the bathroom. "...Delete it. Don't put it in the final cut."
"Release the trailer immediately after post-production! It's guaranteed to be a hit!"
Camera director: "..."
Mu Yiran was at the center of the conversation. She stared at Wen Qingyu without moving until the other woman could no longer squeeze out any more tears.
"I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have said these things here—"
Wen Qingyu was stunned when she saw Mu Yiran's eyes instantly redden before she could finish sobbing.
"you--"
"I'm sorry..." Mu Yiran's vocal cords were like boiling water, bubbling and gurgling.
She wiped away the saline solution that had been squeezed out without blinking for a long time, trembling like a drill.
Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.
Let the show begin!
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