“Little Li Li has started filming, even these candid shots look so good. Come see how they turned out.” Cheng Du held up his phone, showing Duan Qingyu a high-definition photo of Ji Xueli.
Duan Qingyu glanced at it casually and gave an unrelated answer: “I heard Ji Yanzhou pushed someone into the cast.”
“Yeah, what’s he thinking? She’s his ex-girlfriend, after all. Does he have to be so confrontational?” Thinking about this, Cheng Du couldn’t understand it at all.
“He’s not being confrontational.” Duan Qingyu picked up his glass and took a sip, looking out the airplane window at the scenery.
“Then what is it?”
Duan Qingyu squinted lazily: “He wants to prove he’s not inferior.”
Cheng Du was a bit confused but vaguely grasped some meaning—was it that Ji Xueli signing with START Entertainment had angered him?
“Do you think Ji Xueli can sense his intentions?” Duan Qingyu replied to a message on his phone, speaking with interest.
“She probably can. Maybe Little Li Li is chasing you just to provoke Ji Yanzhou.” After hearing Duan Qingyu’s words and connecting them with his own thoughts, Cheng Du suddenly had an epiphany.
She might figure it out…
Another message popped up on the phone: Oh, so Guan Ru was pushed in by Ji Yanzhou? Are they involved?
Duan Qingyu raised an eyebrow. He actually thought she hadn’t figured it out at all and had even gone off track.
As for provoking Ji Yanzhou…
If that were true, it would be even more interesting. He’d have to play along with her properly.
—: Ji Yanzhou doesn’t sleep with celebrities.
Such a direct statement. Ji Xueli looked at the message Duan Qingyu sent back and clicked her tongue.
So they’re not involved. He probably still likes that assistant. As for Guan Ru, the company just wants to promote her.
Just as Duan Qingyu thought, she hadn’t considered herself in the equation at all.
“Little Li Li, tomorrow is the costume fitting photoshoot. Today, you’re still on light food.” After chatting with the director, Han Chen returned to the van and said to her.
Ji Xueli nodded and put down her phone: “Okay, tonight I’ll go to the film academy again.”
“What’s wrong? Are the methods from abroad not suitable?” Han Chen questioned her consecutive visits to teachers for lessons.
Could it be that what the teachers abroad taught was all theory and didn’t match up with domestic practices?
It wasn’t that they weren’t suitable—she simply hadn’t gone at all. Ji Xueli kept a straight face: “Some parts were off. I want to make adjustments.”
After cramming for so many days, she finally understood that acting isn’t just about technique; it’s more about personal emotional investment. Being monotonous doesn’t work.
She sighed silently, hoping she could get through this challenge…
So abroad isn’t that great either? Still so troublesome. Han Chen nodded half-understandingly, then noticed her phone screen lighting up and reminded her: “Oh, your phone’s ringing, Little Li Li.”
Ji Xueli looked over and reluctantly answered: “Mom, I’m about to go to class. What do you want now?”
These days, Ji’s mother kept calling her, either to ask her to go to the company and have dinner with Ji Yanzhou or to warn her about his assistant.
“Yan Zhou is hospitalized. Did you know?” The first sentence from Ji’s mother stunned her.
“He’s sick? What’s he hospitalized for?” Ji Xueli was somewhat surprised. The last time she saw Ji Yanzhou was during that dinner with Duan Qingyu.
Although Ji’s mother called to talk about it, she only agreed verbally and didn’t take it seriously at all.
She couldn’t even be bothered to call Duan Qingyu for a meeting, let alone waste time on the second male lead.
“Your Aunt Ji said it’s a stomach illness. I’ll send you the address—go to the hospital and check on him. Oh, and I made some congee; I’ll have Xiao Zheng bring it over for you later,” Ji’s mother urged.
Since he was sick, she couldn’t really refuse this time.
Ji Xueli hung up the phone and reluctantly canceled her own plans. “Head to First Hospital.”
“Alright, I’ll have someone scout ahead to see if there are any paparazzi. We can’t risk being photographed at this time,” Han Chen said, having overheard most of their conversation.
To think someone so young already had stomach problems—no wonder he was a CEO, working through the night like that.