Chapter 637 The paparazzi were everywhere, and Shang Yechu was fully armed, wearing sunglasses, a mask, a scarf, and a specially made coat to make her look bulky, making her look like an iron barrel. Fortunately, it was winter, so she wouldn't get heat rash.
However, once inside the hotel, the experience was quite different. Whether it was the air conditioning, the underfloor heating, or something else, a wave of heat hit her as soon as she entered. After getting into the elevator, squeezed into the enclosed space with several assistants, bodyguards, and accompanying translators, the warm air made the traveler feel intoxicated. Shang Yechu instantly broke out in a sweat, hoping the elevator would quickly reach the agreed-upon floor so she could be relieved.
The agreed meeting floor was the 26th floor. Shang Yechu, behind her sunglasses, watched with anticipation as the bright red "-2" flashed, -2, -1...1st floor, and then stopped.
What you fear most is what happens.
The moment the elevator doors opened, Shang Yechu's vision went black. Outside stood another group of people, no fewer in number than hers. They were all tall and burly, each one on average the size of one and a third of a normal human. The foreigner at the head of the group had a menacing face, every single hair on his beard radiating arrogance.
"Don't come up, don't come up." Shang Yechu silently chanted in her heart. This is an upward elevator; perhaps these people are going to the underground parking garage.
The prayer failed, and the group slid smoothly into the elevator, immediately pushing Shang Yechu and his scattered followers to the edge. The old man with a fierce face, who was leading the group, pressed an elevator button, and it turned out to be the 26th floor.
Are they going to this floor too? Or are they foreigners?
Could these people be the Russian creative team behind "Ice and Iron"?
Wait a minute, the materials include photos of the Russian director and actors other than Sergei, and none of the main cast members seem to look as old and fat as the old man in the lead role...
Shang Yechu tried hard to recall the information she had read. She couldn't distinguish Westerners very well; when many Western faces appeared together, she experienced mild face blindness. Especially in the current situation, she was almost dizzy, and her brain was even less functioning.
It wasn't just the crowding and heat; the most terrifying thing was the smell. This group of people who entered the elevator later—whether they had all showered with perfume, or if a few had secretly drunk some perfume or eaten some aromatherapy oil—a strong, mixed fragrance immediately filled the entire space upon entering. Shang Yechu, standing at the very front, faced this onslaught head-on and was knocked over.
The assistants and bodyguards were better off; they were dressed less warmly than Shang Yechu. Shang Yechu, in an effort to conceal her true condition, was wrapped in layers upon layers of clothing, and was already sweltering. After the elevator doors closed, the enclosed space was filled with a persistent, strong, and lingering odor. Shang Yechu felt like a dehydrated salted fish, being thoroughly smoked.
As a female celebrity, Shang Yechu also wears perfume. But whether it's her or other artists in the industry, they all emphasize a light and subtle fragrance—almost imperceptible, like a lingering mist. But now, the perfume concentration in elevators is so strong you could use it to wallpaper the walls!
Shang Yechu wanted to cover her nose and run away, but she was afraid of getting into a fight and delaying the script reading session. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head and quietly pulled her scarf over her nose.
The elevator walls were brightly lit, like four mirrors. Shang Yechu was tugging at the fabric of her red scarf when she suddenly felt a gaze that seemed almost tangible. Looking up, she unexpectedly met the eyes of a pair of eyes reflected in the elevator wall.
Shang Yechu was slightly taken aback.
The pair of eyes on the elevator wall were searching for Shang Yechu's actions. Whether it was her imagination or not, Shang Yechu felt that those eyes were looking at her fingertips as she pulled her scarf to cover her nose.
A suffocating sense of embarrassment crept in silently.
Shang Ye paused for a moment, then stubbornly pulled the scarf up to cover her nose. She quickly lowered her hand, feigning nonchalance. "Nobody says you can't wear a scarf in an elevator, right? It's winter!"
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