Just as Gu Wenhua moved to his new spot, Shang Yechu suddenly heard a pleasant "hello" in her ear.
Shang Yechu turned her head and saw Nina Mel standing behind her, smiling.
“Hello,” Shang Yechu said hesitantly.
Nina Meyer asked in heavily accented English, "You've been staring at me. Is there something on me?"
Upon hearing this accent, Shang Yechu immediately felt relieved. Since everyone's pronunciation was not standard, there was no need to worry about anyone laughing at anyone else.
"No, your clothes are very beautiful," Shang Yechu stammered. "The color is very beautiful."
Nina Meyer immediately flashed her dimples and proudly declared, "This is a brand from my hometown!"
Shang Yechu found the pattern on the other woman's dress quite unique and couldn't help but take a second look. Seeing this, Nina Mel generously took Shang Yechu's hand and placed it on her shoulder: "You can touch it! This dress is mine; I'll only wear it once!"
Shang Yechu, who was being extremely careful throughout and not daring to soil the rented dress, felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart.
The silk had a smooth texture, and touching it was an unparalleled pleasure. Shang Ye tentatively touched it a couple of times, feeling the raised patterns on it. It was simply irresistible.
After touching it twice, Shang Yechu reluctantly withdrew her hand. Nina Mel laughed and said, "Why are you wearing such a plain color? I think you would look great in green."
Shang Yechu imagined herself wearing green, and it reminded her of a walking spinach leaf: "..."
Nina Mel was about to speak when Shang Yechu looked at her youthful and vibrant face, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind.
"Actually, the reason I looked at you just now was because..." Shang Yechu lowered her voice, "...because I saw your—"
"103, how do you say 'face reading' in English?" Shang Yechu asked.
103 coldly offered a few words as a reminder.
Shang Yechu read it out in a haphazard, mimicking manner, and then repeated the two words in Chinese.
Nina Meyer repeated curiously, "Meh... poop?"
Shang Yechu said seriously, "This is a kind of divination in our country. It can see your future destiny from your face."
Nina Mel laughed heartily, drawing stares from many. Shang Yechu felt a pang of embarrassment, but persisted, saying, "There's an old saying in our country, 'It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't...'"
"Okay, okay." Nina Meier wiped away her tears of laughter. "What did you see? But I wore makeup today, will it change my... poop?"
Since things had come to this point, Shang Yechu decided to go all out: "Well, facial features may change, but palm lines won't. Let me see your hand."
Nina Meyer held out a hand with interest and said with a grin, "Do you need me to take off the ring?"
"No need." Shang Yechu held the hand and imitated Liu Hong's charlatan-like manner when he was telling fortunes, pretending to look at it for a long time.
"You—" Shang Yechu exhaled, her expression turning serious, "Are you planning to go on a diet to lose weight?"
To Shang Yechu's surprise, Nina looked astonished: "Is your prediction really accurate? How come it's completely wrong? I'm supposed to gain weight for my next film!"
Shang Yechu was almost drenched in sweat, and was trying to come up with an excuse when it suddenly occurred to him that if Nina gained too much weight for her next film and then tried to lose it all back through extreme dieting... the chances of that happening would be even greater!
Shang Yechu coughed lightly, extending his finger to trace Nina's palm lines: "According to your, uh, fate line, you are highly likely to over-diet in the future. This will affect your wealth and career. You know, a person's fate is a very mysterious thing..."
Shang Yechu spoke in a mix of broken English and Chinese, rambling on and on, until he himself started to laugh.
Nina wanted to laugh too, but looking at the serious face of the Chinese artist in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh for some reason.
“Alright.” Nina withdrew her hand with a strange expression. “You’re a strange person. But not unpleasant. If we meet again, I’ll give you a green outfit.”
Shang Yechu didn't know how metaphysics and face reading had gotten back to green clothes, and waved her hand with a wry smile: "No need. Anyway, remember what I said, it's better to believe it than not. It applies to wealth and career."
Afraid that Nina wouldn't take it to heart, Shang Yechu repeated it to her three or four times as if she were being brainwashed. As Nina was leaving, she was still muttering, "Caiyun? Meixiang?"
"Ye Chu, what are you doing telling fortunes here?" Gu Wenhua handed a signed card to Shang Ye Chu. "Here you go."
"Oh, thank you." Shang Yechu took the scribbles and signature. "Thank you for your hard work."
Gu Wenhua didn't say anything.
Although the celebration banquet was star-studded, no one really wanted to pay attention to a Best Newcomer actor. Shang Yechu spent a truly lonely time there. After Gu Wenhua finished talking to all the directors who were willing to talk to him, the two of them left early.
Aunt Cai was waiting outside. Shang Yechu was immediately surprised when she got into the car.
She thought Qi Ming would go back to the hotel first, but to her surprise, he was still waiting for her in the car.
Ji Juntao was asleep. Shang Yechu didn't wake her, and the car sped back to the hotel.
It was already midnight. Shang Yechu quickly removed her makeup and washed up, too tired to do anything but go to sleep.
Winning the award was naturally a cause for celebration. To be honest, Shang Yechu was almost ecstatic. However, the emotional rollercoaster, the long journey, and the long hours of staying up late had left her exhausted, leaving her with no energy to show her joy.
Ji Juntao was even more exhausted. Running the company alone, arranging everything for the Ying Shi Awards, helping Shang Yechu control public opinion, and struggling to adapt to the new environment—all of this finally brought this tough boss to her knees. She didn't even wake up when Shang Yechu carried her to bed.
Shang Yechu picked up the Ying Shi Award trophy and examined it from all angles. In the middle of the night, her eyes were blurry, and the trophy appeared slightly double.
Tomorrow I'll buy a soft cloth and wipe it clean properly. Then I'll put it in the most conspicuous place in the apartment...
No, no, no, I don't have time to go back to my apartment in Hengshi. I have to go straight back to Ruguan to film. Otherwise, I'll get another beating from Zheng Bohan and Xu Hanwen.
Bringing the trophy directly to Ruguan? Isn't that too ostentatious?
Lost in thought, Shang Yechu fell asleep.
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