When Wen Qiao made this statement, her tones carried the respect of a younger generation towards an elder, but in Jiang Wei's ears, it wasn't quite the same.
The entertainment industry changes so fast, and female artists, in particular, are loath to look old. Age is a big taboo, and the older you get, the narrower the roles become. Not like Wen Qiao, who's barely past twenty, fresh like a blank paper, anything splashed onto her would appear colorful.
The assistant director, being a man, naturally didn't understand the intricate feminine subtleties and took Wen Qiao's respect for Jiang Wei at face value, heaving a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, if a new lover and an ex started to quarrel, he really wouldn't know whom to support. Now things looked good.
The two of them got along quite harmoniously.
"Then, wait here for a moment, I'll call the makeup artist right now."
After closing the door, Jiang Yao couldn't contain herself and broke into wild laughter. "Did you see her? After you spoke that line, her face froze as if she'd had too much botox."
Wen Qiao looked at Jiang Yao, who was laughing like a fool, somewhat speechlessly.
She really had a low threshold for humor.
"Alright, stop laughing. Be careful with your words, don't just say anything."
Jiang Yao also recalled what Qianqian had said when they had arrived, and feeling a bit annoyed, she hit her own head; she indeed got too carried away. Suddenly, she changed the topic, "But did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Wen Qiao: "?"
If you start off by directly asking whether I took the wrong medicine, I would start to wonder if it's you who didn't take your medicine.
Jiang Yao, realizing how abrupt her comment sounded, scratched her head and explained, "You never used to care about these things before. When people spoke about you, you just bore it quietly. Every time, it made me so angry, wondering why I had such a cowardly friend."
Cowardly?
That word wasn't even in Wen Qiao's dictionary.
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Maybe… it's because I now have Fu Jinghen as a strong support?"
Jiang Yao, aside from being professional at work, was quite carefree otherwise. She thought Wen Qiao's explanation made sense. She knew the hard times Wen Qiao had endured in the Wen Family. Now that she was engaged to Fu Jinghen and one step away from entering the Fu Family and becoming Mrs. Fu, her life was naturally incomparable to before.
Thinking this, Jiang Yao's gaze towards Wen Qiao suddenly became a bit relieved, making Wen Qiao feel a bit uneasy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Yao stepped forward, gripping Wen Qiao's hands like an old mother, and said earnestly, "Listen to your sister's advice. Now that you're engaged to President Fu, live a good life with him. He's rich and handsome; I'll rest easier knowing you're with him."
Wen Qiao: "....."
What's with this sudden act of entrusting on one's deathbed?
But seeing Jiang Yao's serious expression, if Wen Qiao told her there was still a chance she might kick Fu Jinghen to the curb, she felt Jiang Yao would "never rest in peace."
To put Jiang Yao at ease, Wen Qiao agreed very crisply, "Got it."
After all, acting outwardly pious while being contrary in secret was what she was best at.
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"Red Makeup" is a drama led by a strong female protagonist, with Wen Qiao as the lead. Naturally, she was the focus of the crew. With both the makeup artist and stylist on deck, they rotated 360 degrees around Wen Qiao, handling her like a puppet doll—closing her eyes when told, bowing her head when asked, extremely cooperative.
Just when the two stylists were about to spin around Wen Qiao like a top, they finally finished.