Chapter 22: After all, He's the One President Fu Favored

Jiang Yao timely handed over two cups of milk tea, "Thank you, teachers, for doing Qiaoqiao's makeup and styling, it's been hard work."

The two teachers took the milk teas, "You're welcome, it's what we should do."

These two makeup artists and stylists were more than a decade older than Wen Qiao and had long passed the age of idolizing stars. Being half entrenched in the entertainment circle, they were skeptical about the rumors online. After spending just a short time with her, they felt all the gossip was false.

Before coming, the assistant director had specifically instructed them that Wen Qiao was a big deal, to give in when possible, and to avoid conflict. They thought Wen Qiao might be a difficult person, but as it turned out, this young lady was as quiet as a painting.

People really should form their own opinions after spending time with someone.

While the three were chatting, Wen Qiao lifted the curtain and stepped out.

The hem of the bright red, wide-sleeved fairy dress danced mid-air with Wen Qiao's steps, the gold embroidery resembling sprites encircling her, a small V-neck design revealing a segment of her delicate, fair collarbone. The graceful swan-like neckline extended smoothly, and the step shaking on her head tinkled musically as she moved.

She truly seemed like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

It was just that, as soon as Wen Qiao began to speak, the illusion was somewhat shattered, "How is it?"

Jiang Yao involuntarily slurped her saliva and nodded emphatically, giving her a thumbs up, "Absolutely stunning."

Both teachers also lavished praise, sincerely so, not merely flattery, she truly was very beautiful.

Hearing them speak this way, Wen Qiao felt reassured. After all, it was her first time taking a character shot, and no matter how professional she was, there was still some nervousness.

Wen Qiao's beauty was universally acknowledged, but seeing her after the styling, people couldn't help but feel amazed.

Although it was just a character shot, the photo alone could demonstrate the actor's fit with the role.

Wen Qiao hadn't finished reading "Red Makeup," but from yesterday until the styling was completed, she had gotten through most of it and pondered over Rong Huan's fate and character multiple times. Facing the camera, she felt somewhat grounded.

The screenwriter of "Red Makeup" was the original author of the novel, who'd been involved from the casting process. The delay in deciding the female lead was because, up till now, none of the actresses who auditioned had quite captured the right feel. Seeing Wen Qiao, it seemed as if Rong Huan's character was tailor-made for her.

Not too much, nor too little—just perfect.

"This morning when I saw the official announcement on Weibo, I was shocked. How could Director Zhang let Wen Qiao play Rong Huan? This is a work I carefully crafted over years, I couldn't let anyone ruin it. On my way here, I was thinking if I wasn't satisfied with the character shot, even if it cost me, I'd take back the rights."

Screenwriter Bai Mo looked at "Rong Huan" on the display, her enchanting upturned eyes revealing a subtle defiance and integrity—a woman who, unable to choose her birthright yet unabashed in her love, possessed an indomitable soul and steely pride even though her heart was riddled with wounds.

The assistant director naturally welcomed such an outcome, "Exactly, exactly, seeing is believing."

After all, she was someone President Fu had taken a liking to, she couldn't be that bad.