Translator: _Min_
âFine, I wonât blame you this time,â Feng Peizhi huffed. âWho wouldâve thought that this good-for-nothing would have such a beautiful face? If Iâd known earlier, I wouldâve had her remove her makeup a long time ago.â
Two years ago, when the Zuo family sent Si Fuqing to Tianle Mediaâs training camp, they had specifically instructed not to let her remove her makeup.
Feng Peizhi hadnât taken it seriously at the time, assuming that Si Fuqing must be too ugly to show her real face.
Even the entertainment industry has roles for less attractive individuals.
Having one in the Star Girls group might actually attract public attention.
Indeed, this proved to be the case.
Si Fuqing was useful, and Feng Peizhi was happy to keep her as a contrast to Meng Xue.
But now, with a face like Si Fuqingâs, how could she continue to be vilified as before?
Before Feng Peizhi could even sort out her thoughts, another wave of phone calls came in, one after another.
âHello, is Miss Si Fuqing available for a lipstick endorsement? We can negotiateâ¦â
âWeâd like to invite Miss Si to participate in a dating reality show. Does she have availability?â
âWe think Miss Siâs image is a perfect fit for our product. Weâd like to invite her to be a spokesperson. The price is negotiable!â
âHelloâ¦
After finally getting through all the calls, Feng Peizhi took a deep breath, her fingers trembling with excitement.
Even when Meng Xue returned to the country, she hadnât received this many offers.
Among these were several excellent projects.
If she could transfer them to Meng Xue, that would be even better.
Feng Peizhi calmed herself and dialed Si Fuqingâs number. âListen, youâre in luck. Iâve lined up several endorsements and reality shows for you, but thereâs one condition, you have toââ
âBeep, beep, beep.â
All that remained was the cold mechanical tone of the call ending.
When Feng Peizhi realized what had happened, her face turned ashen.
She had been blocked again!
Here she was, trying to arrange projects for Si Fuqing, and Si Fuqing had the audacity to block her.
If Si Fuqing were half as easy to manage as Meng Xue, she wouldnât have to hover over her all the time.
Si Fuqing only ever seemed to irritate her, nothing like how Meng Xue always seemed to know just how to please her.
âFine!â Feng Peizhiâs anger turned into a bitter laugh. âFrom now on, I wonât bother with her affairs. Letâs see how far she gets in the entertainment industry.â
A beautiful face is always a double-edged sword.
Now that Si Fuqingâs real face had been revealed, who knows how many powerful men had set their sights on her, waiting to bring her into their livesâ in the most compromising of ways.
âMiss Feng,â the assistant cautiously spoke up, âMiss Meng is asking for you.â
âComing, â Feng Peizhiâs attention was immediately diverted, her face brightening into a smile. âTell Meng Meng not to worry, Iâll be right there.â
Inside Linjiang Pavilion.
After Si Fuqing blocked Feng Peizhiâs third phone number, she was finally losing her patience.
Fortunately, the talent show would be over in less than two months.
Then she could go back to her âsalted fishâ life, basking in the sun every day.
Just as Si Fuqing picked up a can of coke from the table, her phone rang again.
She hesitated for a moment but answered, âGet to the point. Wasting words and Iâll give you a beating.â
The assistant director on the other end of the line: â
Wow, this young lady looked so pretty; who would have thought sheâd have such a fiery temper?
A mistake on his part; he should have let the director make this call.
âAhemâ¦â The assistant director cleared his throat, âMiss Si, sorry for the participate inââ
Si Fuqing cut him off, icy as ever: âNo time, not interested.â
The assistant director was speechless.
Why was she not playing by the rules?
He began to ponder, was the golden label of Great Xia TV not compelling enough?
Stalling for a moment, the assistant director suddenly burst into tears, âMiss Si, have some pity on me. Iâve lost all my hair this past month because the director pulled it out for not finding the right candidate.â
âI finally found you and even got the directorâs approval. Please agree! â
Si Fuqing nearly dropped her phone, holding it a bit farther from her ear.
The assistant directorâs cries, however, were as loud as a bansheeâs wails. The private room was quiet to begin with, and now his sobbing echoed clearly in everyoneâs ears.
Yu Xiheng put down his tea cup, subtly arching an eyebrow.
Yu Tang shouted, âQingqing, youâve even made him cry! Youâre so bad!â
Si Fuqing:
She hadnât even played her trump card yet.
Enduring her annoyance, she asked, âWhen is it?â
The assistant director perked up, âIn May, we can sign the contract right now!â âMay?â Si Fuqing drawled, âAfraid I canât. At that time, my show wonât have ended yet..â