Shang Yechu frowned, about to answer, when her phone rang outside the bathroom.
Most likely, it was Ji Juntao who sent his condolences. Although Shang Yechu is now surrounded by staff who report her schedule regularly, Boss Ji still checks on her occasionally.
As Shang Yechu tied her bathrobe, she quickly walked out of the bathroom, picked up her phone, and answered the video call.
Ji Juntao, unusually, didn't have Shang Yechu rotate the camera to film the whole scene and check if there were any unwanted people in the room. Instead, he grinned and said, "Surprise! Happy birthday!"
"A surprise inspection is a surprise, a video call is a birthday gift. This is our General Manager Ji, diligent and thrifty, never repeating a seat, and wearing no more than eight sets of clothes for all four seasons. Under your leadership, Qingping Entertainment will surely be able to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and become rich through diligence and thrift."
"You've spoiled me." Ji Juntao winked and said, "Have you checked Weibo? Ye Ya has prepared a lot of surprises for you."
"I know. They've really worked hard." Shang Yechu sat down on the sofa and sprawled out. "I didn't dare to look closely. It made me feel really bad."
Ji Juntao was puzzled: "What kind of show is this? People are celebrating your birthday, and you're feeling upset? Are you overwhelmed by too many fans?"
Shang Yechu sighed and said, "Do you know that feeling? A day you don't care about, but others celebrate it carefully for you and make a big fuss about it... You always feel very touched, but also a little ashamed."
Shang Yechu didn't explain the whole reason. She had logged in once today using a secondary account and peeked at the birthday celebration that Ye Ya had made. One fan art piece with over 40,000 likes was particularly eye-catching. The problem was, that fan art was a family portrait of Shang Yechu.
Ye Ya was unaware of Shang Ye Chu's background, so when drawing this fan art, she relied entirely on her imagination to fill in the gaps. In the drawing, a four- or five-year-old girl sat on the shoulders of a tall man, holding a windmill and smiling radiantly; a gentle middle-aged woman smiled, holding a bouquet of flowers, and followed beside them. The family of three were dressed in tattered clothes, but their smiles were content, and life seemed peaceful and serene.
This picture is perfect in every way, so perfect that Shang Yechu was frozen for a second by its blissful and joyful atmosphere. When she came to her senses, she almost threw her phone away.
Who are the people in this picture?
Shang Hongxuan? Ji Ya? It's clearly a family photo, so why aren't her two younger sisters and one younger brother included?
Shang Yechu was confused. For a moment, she even thought she was a mouse peeking at the screen, and that the girl in the picture, smiling like a sunflower, was the real Yechu.
This thought disgusted Shang Yechu, and she immediately lost all desire for the birthday gifts prepared by the Yeya (the team members). She hurriedly logged off, afraid that looking at it any longer would affect the filming of "Muse".
"You're the most fussy person I've ever met." Ji Juntao rolled her eyes. "Then you're missing out on something good. Let me tell you, there's one—"
"Alright." Shang Yechu didn't want to hear this topic. Just now, 103's words had left her feeling unsettled, and since Ji Juntao was here, she figured it would be good to ask her, "Old Ji, do you think I'm a good actor?"
"Of course. Why ask such a ridiculous question?" Ji Juntao joked. "Do you want me to flatter you?"
"No. I'm not talking about acting skills, but rather..." Shang Yechu couldn't find the right words for a moment, "Do you think I love acting?"
Ji Juntao looked at Shang Yechu with the eyes of someone looking at a lunatic: "Do you think I prefer wearing pink thermal underwear or blue socks? Wait, who's been bewitching you again—Shi Shan? Good heavens! Good heavens! You actually nodded!"
Ji Juntao retorted, "Stop thinking about all this nonsense, don't ruin your brain! What does loving acting have to do with being a good actor!"
Shang Yechu retorted: "If you were a parent, would you want your child's teacher to be passionate about education, or would you want her to treat education merely as a job?"
"Nonsense. If you were a diner, would you prefer a chef to treat the food with professional indifference, or would you prefer a chef to serve up a bowl of shit with passion?"
This analogy was so apt that Shang Yechu immediately frowned: "The performing arts are, after all, a spiritual product, and spiritual products still have human warmth and humanity, unlike inanimate objects like food..."
This has always been Shang Yechu's belief.
Ji Juntao sneered: "According to you, who do you think is better as an actor, Shi Shan or Xue Haodong?"
"Of course it's Xue Haodong," Shang Yechu replied without hesitation. Xue Haodong was one of only two people in the "Half of the Sky" crew who hadn't been scolded, and Shang Yechu felt a lot of pressure acting opposite him.
“Then let me tell you, Xue Haodong is a notorious smooth talker in acting. In other words, when the script isn't good, he'll just act casually and do his job for money. He only acts seriously when the script is good.” Ji Juntao took a sip of coffee. “Are you still struggling with the question of whether you love him or not?”
Shang Yechu was stunned for a moment. The fog that had accumulated in her heart all night seemed to have been torn open, and she suddenly felt a bright light.
"You're doomed if you try to reason with Shi Shan. He's a master of these twisted theories about love and relationships." Ji Juntao curled his lip in disdain. "He comes from a wealthy family, so he thinks love conquers all, that love is the most important thing, and that love can conquer all. As long as he's passionate enough about acting, he can cover up the fact that he's a terrible actor. Shang Yechu, I love you! For the sake of how much I love you, how about you reduce your shares to 0.5%?"
Shang Yechu was still annoyed that she had fallen into Shi Shan's mental trap, but upon hearing this, she burst out laughing: "Dream on. I love you too, give me another twenty percent."
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