Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Fu Xing: I failed Sister Qiao’s cultivation, the fault is ultimately mine
“…Okay.” Sang Shen moved his dry lips, watching his younger brother’s retreating figure. Some words he himself did not dare to contemplate had been directly spoken by him.
Wouldn’t his younger brother fear that he might never get Qiaoqiao’s forgiveness in this lifetime?
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The next day, early morning
Sang Qiao originally intended to let Su Nuanying go to the film set alone, but then she remembered she hadn’t visited Lu Anchi on set for a long time. With the filming about to wrap up, she decided to go and take a look herself.
When the two of them got into the car, Su Nuanying felt very conflicted, not as happy as she had imagined.
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She looked down at her clothes and then thought about the homework she completed every day, as well as enduring those classes she couldn’t understand at all.
Although her grades still hadn’t improved, she was indeed doing much better than her past self, who only knew how to mess around.
Yet now, she realized that the person who inspired her to change was no longer like before.
The entire car ride, Su Nuanying was lost in her complex thoughts until they reached the film set. They got out of the car, one after the other, and walked in.
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They hadn’t walked far when a young lady came trotting over, “Sister Qiao, you’re here. An Chi happens to be filming his last scene inside—he’s wrapping up today, his character’s dying day.”
“Okay, let’s go have a look.” Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on her lips.
Su Nuanying followed behind. As they entered the set, they remained silent. Directly ahead, filming was underway. Lu Anchi lay motionless on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He reached out, wanting to grab onto something, his gaze empty. Eventually, his head tilted, and he closed his eyes.
“Cut, very good! An Chi, you’ve wrapped up.” The director’s voice of praise came, and Lu Anchi’s scene ended.
Lu Anchi stepped down from the set, cleaned the blood from the corner of his mouth, changed back into his own clothes, and headed straight to his boss.
Fu Xing was in the middle of filming the next scene. Su Nuanying was already standing on the side, her gaze drifting off as she watched him.
Seeing this, Sang Qiao didn’t call out to her but took Lu Anchi over to sit down on the side.
“Hard work on the filming.”
“Not at all. Sister Qiao, my grandma has been following your reality show lately. She says it’s really interesting,” Lu Anchi scratched his head and smiled.
“Is that so? Please thank Grandma Lu for me for enjoying it.”
“She also asked me to tell you that she wishes you and Mr. Si happiness until old age. The old lady thought you are a real couple. Sorry about that,” Lu Anchi said, somewhat embarrassed.
He had never been good at lying, and since his grandma had asked him to pass the message, he blurted it out without a second thought, even though he knew they weren’t a real couple.
Sang Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, “No worries, the reality show is all about shipping the couples.”
“Sister Qiao, do I have any schedules lined up next?” Lu Anchi asked cautiously. He knew that he, a newcomer, had just completed a big role in a drama, and Sister Qiao had already been very good to him.
He shouldn’t be so eager for the next role, but he needed the money, even if it was a lousy film.
Sang Qiao glanced at the agent standing behind.
The agent spoke up promptly: “Sister Ah He has arranged a few endorsements for An Chi. Brother An Chi, haven’t I already discussed these with you?”
“I know about the endorsements. Sister Qiao, I mean besides those, am I able to take on more?”
Lu Anchi’s tone was a bit anxious, worried that Sister Qiao might misunderstand his agent.
“I’ll keep an eye out for you tomorrow,” Sang Qiao looked up at Lu Anchi and, seeing his ambition, she felt quite pleased. But thinking of her own recent lack of motivation made her feel somewhat guilty.
It seemed like everyone was so driven these days; even during rare vacations, they thought about working overtime to earn money.
“Thank you, Sister Qiao.” Lu Anchi let out a sigh of relief. The contract stipulated that artists were not allowed to accept scripts or endorsements privately, so he could only rely on Sister Qiao to get him more scripts.
“Brother An Chi, you have an endorsement shoot coming up… Sister Qiao, are you coming with us?” the agent reminded, not forgetting to glance at Sister Qiao.
“You take him. I’m going to sit here for a bit, then head back,” Sang Qiao declined indifferently.
Her own drive had been stirred up by An Chi’s ambition, and she planned to head back to the company to work!
“Okay.”
“Sister Qiao, we’ll head out first then,” said Lu Anchi as he bid farewell and left with the agent.
“Right,” Sang Qiao responded lightly, her gaze slowly returning to Su Nuanying, who was lingering nearby. Sang Qiao didn’t rush her and simply waited on the bench.
After finishing his shoot, Fu Xing naturally noticed this intense gaze. He had seen that this person came with Sang Qiao and, despite the simplicity of the outfit, recognized the designer brands that were undoubtedly expensive.
He guessed that this might be a young lady from a wealthy family, and also a fan of his.
So once the shoot was over, he approached with a warm smile, “Miss, I noticed you’ve been watching me for a while. Is there something you need from me?”
“No… nothing, just casually looking,” Su Nuanying said, her heart pounding as she gazed at Fu Xing up close.
He was hundreds of times more handsome in person than in photos!
But why was he behaving so condescendingly?
“My shoot is finished. Would you like me to show you around? I saw you come with Sister Qiao, she’s my former boss. She was kind to me, but I…”
Fu Xing hesitated mid-sentence, appearing quite troubled.
This piqued Su Nuanying’s curiosity. “But what?”
“I let down Sister Qiao’s expectations, but it’s all in the past now, and ultimately it’s my fault,” Fu Xing said, looking down with an expression of remorse.
There was no denying that this softened Su Nuanying’s initial aversion and disbelief quite a bit—it was, after all, the first person she had ever been a fan of; it wasn’t so easy to start disliking him.
Besides, he looked so troubled now; it could very well be because he was being threatened by her scumbag brother.
“What’s done is done; you have to look forward and not repeat the mistakes that wronged my cousin in the future.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t make any foolish mistakes again. Do you still want me to show you around?” Fu Xing said, sensing from the address that she was likely the heiress of the Su Family.
“No need, I’m leaving,” Su Nuanying shook her head, declining the offer.
“Alright then, perhaps we’ll meet again if fate allows.”
Fu Xing didn’t try to keep her. Being too enthusiastic with such young ladies would only provoke dislike, and he could tell that she was very likely to be a fan.
However, she wasn’t being upfront, and he wasn’t going to call her out on it. They were bound to meet again; there was no rush.
Especially after learning that Sang Nanfeng’s efforts to win him over were merely out of spite towards Sang Qiao, Fu Xing lived in constant fear of a future without backers.
Now that the heiress of the Su Family had shown up on her own, he naturally wanted to seize the opportunity.
The Su Family had only one daughter, and their vast wealth was bound to be left to her someday.
He looked up just in time to see Su Nuanying walking out of the studio’s main entrance beside Sang Qiao, the two conversing cheerfully, and surprisingly, it was the Su Family heiress who acted in a more modest and reserved manner.