2 – A perfectly good beauty, who unfortunately grew a mouth
Bo Zhi hid the invitation behind her back and walked out of the bathroom.
She was extremely careful, afraid of being noticed by the other girls, only to realize she had overthought it.
No one paid any attention at all.
They were practically staring holes through the live stream screen.
“Ahhh, that tie-pulling move is so hot! Awei is dead!!”
“Save me, Yan Shen’s stage is a paradise for ear lovers and a feast for eye lovers!”
Bo Zhi casually stuffed the invitation into her bag before finally looking up at the live stream.
The performance was now nearing its end.
At the globally renowned Mosra Music Festival, sea breezes and waves of heat surged together, tousling the man’s silver-blue hair wildly and freely.
His shirt and tie were casually undone, buttons scattered coolly, his sharp features carved like cold white jade.
A strand of blue hair clung to the corner of his eye, while beads of sweat glistened finely at his temples.
An aura of wild, untamed allure and wicked charm radiated from him.
“The past I want to upy you.”
Every movement was fierce and bold, his voice trembling with soul-stirring intensity.
“Now yours is everything to me.”
He tilted his head back, lips curving into a smile, as if the world had fallen for him.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”
The screams from the audience grew louder and louder.
Bo Zhi unconsciously held her breath.
The way Fu Jingyan danced was truly mesmerizing.
Back when they lived together in the courtyard house, she would occasionally run into Fu Jingyan after he had finished practicing.
His tall figure looked as if it had been drenched in water, his white T-shirt nearly soaked through and clinging to his youthful frame. A blue sports headband wrapped around his forehead, his eyes clear yet dark.
The young man blocked her path, breathing lightly.
Bo Zhi eyed his sweat-soaked appearance with disdain. “What do you want?”
Fu Jingyan raised an eyebrow, extending a clean, slender hand toward her and nodding toward her Peppa Pig water bottle.
“Hand it over. Give me the water.”
“…”
His once clear, gentle voice seemed to overlap with the man’s voice now echoing in her ears.
The young boy had grown into the person he had dreamed of becoming.
“My name is Fu Jingyan, from Yicheng, China.”
The man grasped the silver microphone, breathing slightly heavily, each breath exuding raw desire. Even the tiny specks of dust around him seemed to shimmer.
Everyone knew he was from the East, but few were familiar with Yicheng.
Someone in the audience shouted in English, “Where is Yicheng?”
His cool eyes softened instantly as he replied in slightly hoarse Chinese, “My hometown. A very beautiful city.”
The girls from Yicheng in the live stream were going crazy.
Leading the charge was Doudou. “Ahhh, Yan Shen called Yicheng beautiful! I’m from Yicheng too, so by extension, he’s calling me beautiful!”
“…”
The makeup artist chimed in, “Wake up, how much have you had to drink to be this delusional?”
When the manager Gong Yan pushed the door open, she was met with the sight of four dazed girls staring intently at the live stream screen.
She: “?”
Without hesitation, she picked up the remote control and mercilessly turned off the live stream with a sharp “click.”
“What time do you think it is? What are you all here for?”
Gong Yan was a decisive and highly successful manager, known for her short temper. She had groomed many of the company’s top-tier stars, and among this group of underlings, she stood at the top of the food chain.
The girls trembled in fear, not daring to speak. Gong Yan then turned her gaze to Bo Zhi.
“Don’t you see the red carpet event is about to start? Do you think just because you’re unpopular you can do whatever you want?”
Her tone was sarcastic, expecting Bo Zhi, the little firecracker, to snap back.
Instead, Bo Zhi glanced at the time and exclaimed, “Damn! I’m late!”
She grabbed her silver-blue gown and dashed toward the red carpet.
Gong Yan: “…”
What kind of workaholic maniac is this?
It wasn’t that Bo Zhi didn’t work hard—it was just that her personality made it difficult for her to gain popularity.
Gong Yan had always had a good eye for talent. Among a batch of newcomers, she had chosen Bo Zhi first, captivated by her stunning looks—a face so perfect it seemed like a gift from the heavens.
But who could have guessed she’d signed a beautiful bomb?
This little firecracker exploded at the slightest provocation, unable to tolerate even the smallest slight. Her most famous achievement was single-handedly battling 300,000 anti-fans overnight on Weibo.
And she fucking won.
That night, she made countless anti-fans cry, and in the end, she arrogantly changed her Weibo bio to:
“Forever young, forever savage with words.”
Gong Yan spent the entire night popping heart pills, having never seen a female celebrity so defiant.
The next day, she called Bo Zhi to the company for a confrontation, only for the little firecracker to ask with a serious expression on her ethereal face, “Why should I reflect on myself?”
“If someone insults me, of course I’ll insult them back. That’s what my mom taught me—if you’re wrong, still stand your ground; if you’re right, why show mercy?”
“Instead of mentally exhausting yourself, why not go crazy and exhaust others?”
Her sharp tongue nearly twisted their minds into knots.
Gong Yan was utterly speechless. “Such a beauty, yet cursed with a mouth.”
Bo Zhi had now reached the entrance of the red carpet. She was already cutting it close, but surprisingly, she saw Zhu Luoling, who was scheduled before her, still hadn’t taken the stage.
Zhu Luoling’s agent was secretly coaching her.
“Later, make your tone a bit shy and ambiguous, create that pitiful, delicate vibe. You know how to do this—you’re good at it.”
Zhu Luoling playfully hit her agent. “What are you talking about?”
The agent continued, “Not only can you ride on Yan Shen’s popularity this time, but you can also walk the red carpet with the little nobody behind you, completely overshadowing her to highlight yourself. Two birds with one stone.”
As she finished speaking, she caught sight of Bo Zhi lazily standing nearby and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Bo Zhi was next?
There was some history between Zhu Luoling and Bo Zhi.
Despite her bad temper, Bo Zhi was exceptionally beautiful and had initially gained quite a bit of attention.
Her debut role was as the male lead’s white moonlight second female lead in a popular idol drama. Perhaps due to her acting skills and well-written character, her chemistry with the male lead sparked a lot of buzz, leading to a collaborative effort to promote their on-screen pairing.
However, Zhu Luoling, the male lead’s official girlfriend, couldn’t stand it and forced him to publicly announce their relationship on Weibo.
Fans quickly shifted their support to the real couple, and many even turned against Bo Zhi, accusing her of being a homewrecker.
In the end, only Bo Zhi was left hurt.
If she had played the victim, the incident might have blown over, but her stubborn nature led her to clap back at every critic, causing her reputation to plummet.
“Miss Bo, apologies, but our Zhu Zhu is delayed due to some matters, so she’ll need to walk the red carpet with you next,” Zhu Luoling’s agent informed her with a smile.
Zhu Luoling was a popular rising star, while Bo Zhi was just an obscure, barely-known actress.
In the entertainment industry, flattering the popular and belittling the obscure was commonplace. It was even possible to cancel a nobody’s red carpet appearance to accommodate a rising star’s schedule.
Gong Yan was about to advise Bo Zhi to just endure it, since it wasn’t certain who would outshine whom.
Her artist might not excel in other areas, but when it comes to looks, she’s never lost.
But before she could even speak, Bo Zhi glanced at Zhu Luoling and said nonchalantly, “Sure, let’s go.”
Gong Yan was puzzled—what kind of mischief was this little troublemaker up to now?
Zhu Luoling flashed a triumphant smile, as if she had expected this outcome, and primly adjusted her ethereal, feather-adorned gown.
“Thank…”
Before she could finish, she watched as Bo Zhi stepped onto the red carpet.
Her manager hurriedly urged her, “Hurry up, hurry up! Show off the aura of a rising star.”
Zhu Luoling, with her delicate features, had always felt lacking on the red carpet, which was why she resorted to such a desperate measure.
She aimed to steal the spotlight by outshining a lesser-known star.
But as soon as she stepped onto the red carpet, something felt off.
Why was this nobody walking so fast?
Bo Zhi strode across the red carpet as if it were flat ground, her slender high heels clicking confidently, her movements graceful and swaying, completely blocking Zhu Luoling from view.
Zhu Luoling: “…”
Gong Yan: “…”
They had thought this little troublemaker was trying to outshine her, but it turned out she wasn’t even giving her a chance to be seen.