Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Flaunting Oneself in Front of So Many People is Somewhat Embarrassing
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Su Nuanying walked out from the film crew, stammering and unsure how to begin speaking.
The one who had resolved not to be a fan of Fu Xing was her, and yet today, after chatting with him, she felt he had his difficulties and she wanted to continue being his fan—also her.
After much thought, she decided not to tell her cousin about it and be a secret fan.
“Cousin, are we going home now?”
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“You go ahead; I’m going to the company,” Sang Qiao said as she scrolled through WeChat messages, sending one to Ah He to ask if she was at the company.
Ah He: [I’m not there; I’m still out. I’ll have someone meet you downstairs.]
Qiaoqiao is sleepy: [Okay]
Su Nuanying saw that her cousin’s expression was neutral as if she had no interest in the conversation she had just had with Fu Xing, which made her sigh with relief.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known what to make up to tell her cousin.
“Okay, then. I’ll wait for you at home for dinner.”
“Mhm.”
First, the driver dropped Sang Qiao off at the company gate, which was relatively closer before taking Su Nuanying home.
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As soon as Sang Qiao stepped inside, a middle-aged lady approached her proactively and asked, “Hello, are you Miss Sang Qiao?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Sister Qiao, this way, please. Ah He has instructed me to show you the company’s artists, as well as the current endorsements and collaborations we have.”
The middle-aged lady’s courteous smile did not fade in the slightest because of Sang Qiao’s youthful appearance.
She didn’t call Sang Qiao ‘President Sang’ because no one in the company did, fearing that the boss would dislike the term as it sounded a bit aging.
The title “Sister” she used had nothing to do with age; it was purely out of respect for her superior.
“Okay.” Sang Qiao followed the woman to the newcomers’ practice room, where some were dancing and others were talking with their agents.
Sang Qiao casually walked through without disturbing them and went upstairs to her office.
“Sister Qiao, would you like some coffee or milk?”
“Just water is fine,” Sang Qiao said quietly, her gaze falling on the files on the desk, carefully checking the scripts and endorsements that had not yet been sent out.
None of these scripts seemed quite right for Lu Anchi at the moment.
She took out her phone and checked for other scripts calling for auditions recently, knowing that their company was not very well-known yet and wouldn’t be sent scripts that were highly reputable or too good.
For Lu Anchi, after this historical drama airs, it would definitely be a hit; he needed better scripts and character designs.
The middle-aged lady brought over a warm cup of water and then left to stand guard in silence.
It was as quiet as a morgue upstairs.
Downstairs in the practice room, after a break, some people gathered to discuss. Of course, they had all heard about the big news of Sang Qiao visiting the set, and even snuck a glance at her as she passed by.
They hadn’t expected their immediate superior to be a young and wealthy beauty.
Instantly, everyone’s thoughts bloomed like flowers.
“Mr. Gu, do you think we should go upstairs and greet Sister Qiao?”
“No need, Sister Qiao likes her peace and quiet,” Mr. Gu declined without hesitation.
“Well, alright then.” The trainees still felt it was a shame. They had all heard that initially Lu Anchi was only noticed by Sister Qiao in the company, and she felt he was suitable, so she got him the role in Director Li’s script.
They weren’t bad-looking themselves, but now the company had more people, and they didn’t know if Sister Qiao would be able to notice them.
A few bold ones took advantage of the training session wrapping up and secretly changed their clothes to head upstairs.
Just as they had taken the elevator and reached the upper floor, Sang Qiao was about to head downstairs, and for a moment, their eyes met.
“Sister Qiao, hello.” Several people were dressed in sunny and handsome fashion, the heavy scent of their perfume still lingering on them.
Sang Qiao couldn’t help but frown and take a big step back. The smell was too pungent. “What’s up?”
“Sister Qiao, we…” They opened their mouths but didn’t know what to say. Flaunting themselves in front of so many people was not something they dared to do.
What if Sister Qiao didn’t take kindly to being shown up and lost face—all captured by the security cameras?
“We heard you were coming and thought to come upstairs to greet you.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Okay, I appreciate it; go have lunch.” Sang Qiao nodded, indicating she understood their gesture.
They were not satisfied with how things had ended and wanted to say more, but helplessly, Sang Qiao had already taken decisive steps away.
The group went downstairs, dejected, thinking they’d still have a chance after Sister Qiao returned from lunch.
So, they ordered takeout and squatted at the entrance, not willing to give way to each other, all cramming and shoving when Sang Qiao returned from lunch.
As they were coming out, another tall figure had timed Sister Qiao’s approach, intending to twist his foot and fall onto her.
The little artists who were squatting behind suddenly came to a halt, their minds shouting only two words: Holy shit!
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Who was this, trying to cut in line?
However, just as the tall man was about to fall onto Sang Qiao, someone from behind suddenly yelled “Sister Qiao”, causing her to stop and take a few steps back.
Seeing her move away, the man panicked, but he was already falling and couldn’t regain his balance.
And so, with a “thud”, he fell to the ground, the pain sharp.
A man of one meter eighty falling made a sound quite out of the ordinary, and Sang Qiao didn’t have time to ask the middle-aged woman behind her what was the matter.
She turned to look at the fallen man, “Are you okay?”
The man hadn’t really been badly hurt; he just wanted Sister Qiao to help him up, so he feigned weakness, “It’s just a little pain, Sister Qiao. Sorry to make a fool of myself in front of you.”
The group that had been squatting scrambled up in a show of “kind-heartedness” to help the fallen man, “Sister Qiao, he’s fine. Probably just wasn’t looking where he was going and fell over.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
The inner thoughts of the group were all the same: trying to cut in and hit on Sister Qiao? No way!
“Take him to get some ointment.” Sang Qiao looked at everyone’s friendly scene, feeling very satisfied.
“Sure thing, Sister Qiao.”
“No…no need, I’m fine.” The fallen man quickly spoke up to refuse; how could he leave when he hadn’t had the chance to talk to Sister Qiao?
“What do you mean, fine? That fall looked brutal; you definitely need some ointment!”
“Yeah, there’s no need to be shy.”
The group carried him away in a show of “friendship”.
“Qiao…” The man, unwilling to give up, tried to say something else.
The group immediately covered his mouth, not giving him the chance, “No need for thanks; after all, we’re from the same company.”
“Right, right.”
A group marched off with the man in tow.
“Sister Qiao, you left your phone at the restaurant,” the middle-aged lady said, also chasing after with the phone in her hand.
“Okay, thank you so much.” Sang Qiao took her phone without realizing how careless she had been.
She stepped forward, intending to go upstairs and continue submitting her artists’ resumes for the scripts she had been reviewing that morning.
Sitting at her desk, Sang Qiao had never felt so ambitious.
Before she knew it, the afternoon passed, and she stretched leisurely, planning to leave work.
As she was tidying up the desk cluttered with her mess of files, a sudden knock on the door came, “Knock knock.”