On Wednesday night, after her photoshoot, Yan Xi returned to the hotel to wash up and redo her makeup. Then she entered Gong Yun Ting’s car without concern of gossip.
But they didn’t go for their candlelight dinner at the revolving restaurant at the top of the tower as originally planned, they went to see Director Chen at a private estate instead.
When she found out about Gong Yun Ting’s change in plans, Yan Xi was not surprised. This outcome was within her expectations. Yan Xi understood Gong Yun Ting, he wouldn’t mix personal feelings with work, but she was still a bit curious: “Both of you didn’t fight?”
His tone sounded so “irrational”, if not because Gong Yun Ting was driving, he would definitely press Yan Xi under his body, and use his two fingers to tease her till she didn’t stop pleading. Gong Yun Ting tapped on the steering wheel: “I’ve read the details, it is really a good movie, if things go as planned, it can win an award.”
Talking solely about projects, a big silver screen could definitely raise her worth and fame more than to a small screen. Although winning a gold-plated award was not certain, an excellent movie’s reputation and box office could also help the main sponsor gain a lot of affluence.
The consumers had different likes and dislikes towards a movie, but the market and capital only looked at the most direct statistics. At this time, ignoring the script itself, just Director Chen and his exclusive team were enough of a box office guarantee.
“Director Chen had watched your dramas before and praised your aura. But Director Chen has a habit, he needs to interact face-to-face to grasp the feeling.” Gong Yun Ting said: “The contract has been drafted, if all terms are agreeable, we’ll go see Teacher H after a few days and ask her to style your hair.”
Teacher H whom Gong Yun Ting mentioned was the hair stylish H Fen Fang. She’d obtained countless awards when she was young. Ten years ago, she worked with Director Chen to film a kung fu movie <Rain>, which had sweeped all eight big awards including the Cannes award. Until now, it was still a legendary movie that couldn’t be replicated.
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Although they were all Gong family members, the relationship inside the big family was complicated. Just like what the nosy media had said, both of them were not just uncle and nephew, but also love rivals and opponents. But of course in front of the common interest, they were also friends and partners.
Yan Xi wasn’t surprised at all.
Afterwards, the discussion was portrayed to be decent and generous, the process was also chill and joyous.
But only she could obviously feel it, the burning sight from Gong Ding Chen on herself.
At night, Gong Yun Ting sent Yan Xi home. He still had something to do so he couldn’t go inside. But he didn’t plan to do it secretly, or in other words, he deliberately let the paparazzis who were secretly hiding at Yan Xi’s house entrance to see it, to take photos of his intimate farewell with Yan Xi at the front entrance.
Yan Xi was wearing a white, silky dress. The softness of the silk outlined her slender curves. Gong Yun Ting hugged her waist, kissing and biting at her neck, until Yan Xi pushed him away. He hugged her again before he got into the car and left.
Yan Xi naturally knew that paparazzis were waiting on her near her house, and she also knew Gong Yun Ting’s thoughts, he was declaring his possession on her.
To let everyone know that she was his woman, his prey and also the meat in his mouth.
Back at home, she kicked away the thin high heels that were fifteen centimeters high. She stood barefoot on the icy cold brick. Looking at her wide and comfortable new home, Yan Xi stared into space for a long time.
Her notices were arranged very fully, her job was packed full, but she would still feel empty often. Or to say when she closed the door and was alone, she felt empty and lost.
She felt like everything just seemed to be that way with no meaning. She then felt the exhaustion that spread from her body to her heart.
Yan Xi suddenly felt like drinking alcohol.
Initially, she had a rehearsal for an event tomorrow morning, but Chun Jie had canceled it for her. She said that it was quite tiring for her to run here and there these few days, since she’d returned to the capital city, she should take a rest and relax at home.
Yan Xi held the wine glass as she sat beside the bathtub. She was already slightly drunk. She twisted the tap of the bathtub open as she looked at the hot water that didn’t stop pouring out of the tap.
The wine in her hands emptied again and again. Yan Xi refilled it again and again.
She didn’t understand wine, nor to appreciate it, nor to enjoy it. In her eyes, wine was used either for social engagement or to relieve sorrow.
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