Fall In Love With A Substitute – The Movie Queen’s Little Fortune Butterfly, Chapter 28

“Brother Shen, look, isn’t this person Song Pianxian?”

Shen Yu, who was resting with his eyes closed in the nanny’s car, showed an impatient look and said irritably:

“Why mention that woman!”

The whole crew of “Zhao Niang” was bad luck, and touching her was bad luck. Since the end of Lin Qinglu’s matter, he lost overseas resources, and everything went wrong, exuding the word “outdated” all over his body. Since the end of filming, he didn’t want to hear anything about this crew anymore.

“Brother, look!” The assistant shoved the phone in his face.

Shen Yu couldn’t even focus his eyes, he sighed, took the phone off his face, and looked closely.

“…”

He would never mistake that face in the photo, Song Pianxian, that woman, had turned into Moonlight’s CEO?!

When the car arrived at Starry Sky, Shen Yu rushed to Ji Jing’s office:

“Have you seen the news? I have a hunch that this woman must have some other relationship with Lin Qinglu!”

“Do you need to rely on your hunch?” There was another person in the office, surprisingly Ye Zixuan.

She was sitting on the sofa, sarcastically remarking on her past behavior as a bootlicker: “Fans of the Lin-Song CP all over the internet knew it before you did.”

Shen Yu only noticed her then, sneering, “What are you so proud of?”

“At least I didn’t miss the golden opportunity.”

“You’re always trying to get close to others, so how—”

“Stop arguing,” Ji Jing rubbed his temples, suppressing his frustration and anger, patiently said, “It should be her who saved Lin Qinglu several times in the past.”

The speculation confirmed, Shen Yu’s heart skipped a beat, “Does Song Pianxian have that much influence?”

Even as the CEO of Moonlight, she wouldn’t be able to directly contend with Starry Sky, right?

“She’s the one who created the program ‘The Sky Above’ from scratch. At that time, we noticed the sudden appearance of the CEO of Moonlight and had someone investigate.”

“But we couldn’t even find out her background,” Ji Jing closed his eyes, “It’s precisely because we couldn’t find anything that, based on her surname, we can infer her origins.”

In the entertainment industry, due to the special nature of identities, one could glimpse into another, even in the larger circle of connections.

Shen Yu and Ye Zixuan both slowly formed a speculation in their minds. Because it was too unbelievable, the two fell silent involuntarily.

Ye Zixuan bit her lip.

She remembered the feeling of intimacy and longing when she first met the other party.

Perhaps it was also because the other party belonged to Lin Qinglu, and she could sense Lin Qinglu’s concern for Song Pianxian, so subconsciously, she wanted to “take away” Song Pianxian.

But Song Pianxian was too ordinary. Perhaps she was a good dancer, but she had no power, no influence, and no money.

She was just like a tasty, pretty little dessert that Lin Qinglu possessed. Ye Zixuan wanted to snatch it away, but not that badly. In the face of Ji Jing’s prominent position and abundant resources, it was quickly forgotten.

If she had treated Song Pianxian well at the beginning and had put in even a little effort towards Ji Jing, as long as Song Pianxian had a little sentimentality, wouldn’t things be completely different now…

Shen Yu felt a moment of daze.

Suddenly, he remembered, in the very beginning, when Song Pianxian used to look at him with admiration and worship, what did he do back then?

Oh, he teased Song Pianxian, played with her, and even wanted to use her against Lin Qinglu…

If he hadn’t exposed his true nature in front of Song Pianxian, with Song Pianxian’s current status, how could he be like this…

Regret gnawed at his heart, and Shen Yu suddenly shuddered.

No, he even tried to manipulate Song Pianxian, and even had the idea of pressing Song Pianxian to death! His pupils dilated, his face turned as white as a piece of linen.

He left Ji Jing’s office, his mood not improving for a moment. On the contrary, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, afraid that Song Pianxian would see him somewhere one day and, in a flash of inspiration, sentence him to death.

He trembled nervously and rushed into the CEO’s office, and with a determined look, said to the new CEO, “CEO, I want to study abroad.”

Yes, abroad. So that when she no longer remembered a small figure named “Shen Yu,” or when this young lady had enough of the entertainment industry’s games.

Studying abroad sounded good in theory, but fans were forgetful. After a few years, when he came back, he would be starting from scratch, which would be quite difficult.

The new CEO was from the board of directors. He looked at Shen Yu’s pale and dismal expression and probably guessed what had made Shen Yu flee in panic.

“Okay,” he said decisively, “But you have to take someone with you.”

“Who?”

“Ye Zixuan.”

Starry Sky had already lost a wave of excellent artists due to the last storm, including the top sister Xu Weiwu and the gold-medal agent, leaving it greatly weakened. They couldn’t afford to lose Ji Jing, who was still useful.

With Ye Zixuan around, Ji Jing would lose his mind. Ye Zixuan offended Lin Qinglu miserably. With Lin Qinglu around, Ye Zixuan could never truly rise to fame. It’s better to give up now and avoid causing trouble later.

There’s no place for Ye Zixuan in Starry Sky.

Does he have to take that poisonous woman with him abroad? Shen Yu wrinkled his brows in disgust, but once they were overseas, everyone would mind their own business. He pushed aside his emotions, quickly nodded, and oddly felt a sense of schadenfreude.

The shelf life of female stars is shorter than that of male stars. By the time she returns in two years, fresh and tender new flowers will have taken her place, and who will remember her?

The anti-Starry Sky alliance was like a frightened chick, flapping about. Online, there was a cacophony of excited voices from the spectators.

“We noticed before that the body double and the producer of ‘The Sky Above’ have the same name and face! They’re definitely the same person!”

“The plot of the high-level executive x actress + falling-off-horse is too delicious. Do any sisters want to write fanfiction?”

“Being good friends and acting as body doubles, what’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with being affectionate in the dressing room? What’s wrong with breaking the old rules to participate in variety shows? #doghead”

“The ‘Lin-Song Fanfiction: The Actress’s Little Lucky Butterfly’ has started! #ok”

“Mu Pianxian¹ even followed Lin Qinglu! She only followed Lin Qinglu! I’m blown away!!!!”

…

The news of the appearance of the CEO of Moonlight Entertainment appeared on many media outlets, not because everyone was concerned about the high-level executives of entertainment companies, but for the same reason Ji Jing became famous: because of her looks.

Jian Yixin chose to appear at the charity night, not intending to hide. This identity is not something to hide. She needs a convenient new facade to continue her mission, and the position of Moonlight’s high-level executive is very suitable for that.

As for her past appearance as a body double on the set, Jian Yixin was prepared. After tidying up the account “Mu Pianxian” and getting verified, the first Weibo post was a statement.

In the statement, she vaguely mentioned the matter as “guest-starring as a dance double on the set due to professional interest,” leaving no room for everyone to wildly imagine.

But Jian Yixin didn’t know that the reason why CP was so popular was because of the secrecy.

If the two openly displayed their affection, no one would be interested. It’s this kind of half-hidden, slightly suggestive interaction and communication that makes CP fans obsess.

On the CP rankings, within half a day, Lin-Song knocked down the former top-ranked Lin-Ji CP and took the lead.

Ji Liu sighed in amazement, never expecting that there would be a day when the truth would be revealed to the watching masses. Then, she shamelessly rode on the popularity and immediately posted on Weibo, pretending to cry:

Mountain King Ji Liu: My CP has been stolen. Wiping away tears, I wish them well.

People below were saying that Ji Liu was acting and doing marketing, but Ji Liu was smug. What’s wrong with riding the wave of popularity? Isn’t it very effective?

She leisurely poured herself a glass of water, then suddenly received a message from Lin Qinglu:

“Delete the Weibo.”

Ji Liu scratched her head: “What’s up, sister? Have you fallen for someone else?”

Lin Qinglu called directly, and her first sentence was a serious criticism:

“You’re too frivolous.”

Ji Liu subconsciously rolled her eyes: “Yes, I’m listening.”

“Why talk about your relationship outside? It’s not appropriate.”

What kind of old-fashioned thinking is this?

“No, you and Ms. Song’s CP fans are everywhere. Do I need to remind you?”

“That’s different. They’re smart enough to figure it out themselves.”

… CP fans entertain themselves. Who dares to think it’s true? Maybe you two are really together, scaring them to death first.

Ji Liu sighed: “Okay, it’s my fault. I’ll delete it now.”

Lin Qinglu waited for Ji Liu to delete the post before she hung up the phone.

Beside her, Liu Lele had finally digested the fact that “Lin-Song is real” and curiously asked:

“Sis, why did you ask Teacher Li to delete the post?”

“Nothing.” Lin Qinglu’s face was elegant and cold, and her words were concise.

She looked out the window and quietly shook her cat ears.

They haven’t officially gotten together yet.

It’s kind of embarrassing.

It was Lin Qinglu’s first time coming to Jian Yixin’s office. From the moment she approached the office area, she walked with her head held high, her gaze confident, as if she were scrutinizing her territory.

Luo Chun couldn’t bear to watch. What kind of domineering and noble princess demeanor is this?

Li Dong saw Lin, the female lead, coming over for “inspection” from afar, her eyes suddenly shining. She practically ran from her seat, opening the office door for Lin Qinglu with an enthusiastic smile:

“Ms. Lin, please come in. Ms. Song is inside!”

Lin Qinglu walked in briskly and immediately spotted the person she was looking for.

Jian Yixin was sitting in the meeting area of the office, wearing a simple black suit that outlined her graceful figure. Her skin was as fair as snow, her makeup light, and she exuded a different kind of intellectual beauty from usual.

She didn’t look like an entertainer at all but rather had the aura of a financial district elite.

“Qinglu, you’re back,” she raised her face towards herself, lips curving up, eyes like autumn water, revealing a warm smile, “Come meet Screenwriter Liu.”

Lin Qinglu snapped out of her daze and noticed there was another woman on the sofa.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with some fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She was dressed in work clothes, but had a very gentle and quiet demeanor, exuding an air of scholarly elegance. It was as if a university professor had put on the clothes of a construction worker; the clothes were rough with white edges, washed clean and neatly arranged.

This woman was completely out of place in this office, let alone in this eye-catching entertainment company.

But with Jian Yixin’s introduction, Lin Qinglu nodded immediately, “Screenwriter Liu.”

“Hello, I’m Liu Han,” the woman greeted politely.

Luo Chun observed from the side. Although Liu Han’s whole outfit probably didn’t cost even two hundred yuan, the fact that she could remain so calm upon suddenly seeing Lin Qinglu, a big star, definitely indicated something extraordinary about her, or perhaps she had some powerful backing.

The group settled back down, and Lin Qinglu naturally sat next to Jian Yixin, causing Liu Lele to steal glances at her constantly.

Jian Yixin didn’t notice anything amiss.

Subconsciously, she didn’t reject Lin Qinglu’s closeness. Although some of her perceptions had changed, sitting side by side was normal, and she had no sense of “this isn’t quite right.”

In the office, her focus and attention were always on work.

She picked up the script on the table and handed it to Lin Qinglu:

“Take a look at the script written by Screenwriter Liu first.”

Lin Qinglu took it without saying a word and started reading.

Since the script was shown to Lin Qinglu, it was intentional for her to take on this role. Luo Chun glanced at Liu Han again and said with a smile:

“Screenwriter Liu seems unfamiliar. Have you produced any previous works?”

“No, this is my first script,” Liu Han’s voice tightened slightly, her gaze fixed on Lin Qinglu reading the script, stubborn and firm, “Ms. Lin is the actress I believe is most suitable for the female lead role in my heart. That’s why I came to Moonlight Entertainment to pitch my script.”

“No TV drama scripts either?”

“That’s correct.”

Luo Chun subconsciously frowned. A newcomer screenwriter with no prior work, wants Lin Qinglu to act in her work. That was too far-fetched.

Luo Chun didn’t speak, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Jian Yixin timely interjected, “Let’s not rush, Luo. Let Qinglu take a look at the script first.”

“Okay.”

Luo Chun obediently agreed on the surface, but inwardly she was worried. With Ms. Song personally handing over the script, she feared it might be another challenge Lin Qinglu would accept without hesitation.

Liu Han said, “I know I’m being presumptuous, but a screenwriter speaks through their work. If you’re not satisfied with my work, you can kick me out later.”

She spoke very bluntly, even a bit rebellious. Luo Chun pushed her glasses and smiled, about to give a noncommittal reply, when the middle-aged woman who had been straight-faced earlier said:

“Moreover, if even your CEO is willing to meet with me, you should have some confidence in your superior, shouldn’t you?”

Luo Chun: “…” What’s with this person? One moment she’s like a clueless rookie, the next she knows how to leverage a situation.

Jian Yixin didn’t intervene, just smiled serenely on the side.

In fact, she had been observing Liu Han through the conversation between the two.

Luo Chun said, “The words of Screenwriter Liu—”

“This script…” Lin Qinglu suddenly spoke, looking at Liu Han, “Did you write it?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” Liu Han said.

“Not good?” Luo Chun asked.

Lin Qinglu shook her head, unsure who to respond to.

She closed the script, making a rustling sound in her hands, her expression serious and focused, her voice low and powerful:

“I’ll take this script.”

Liu Han smiled in her eyes, “Really? That’s great. In this world, besides you, I can’t think of anyone else who can bring her to life.”

Now she knew how to butter someone up. Luo Chun felt both amused and annoyed, but since Lin Qinglu had agreed, she wouldn’t openly contradict her artist.

This matter would need further discussion. She was about to say a few polite words to see Liu Han off when she saw Liu Han stand up, saying she still had to deliver a package and was short on time, so they could talk later.

“…” “Do you find her strange?” Jian Yixin chuckled.

“She’s very independent.” Luo Chun put it mildly, her expression complicated. She looked at Lin Qinglu. “What’s special about this script?”

Lin Qinglu handed the script to Luo Chun.

Luo Chun curiously flipped through it and remained silent for a long time.

She understood why Lin Qinglu’s first question after reading the first sentence was whether Liu Han had written it.

Liu Han looked so refined, with the appearance of a humanities student, yet she produced a science fiction interstellar script.

Her descriptions of various interstellar-era items were imaginative, and there were no apparent flaws. Whether it was interstellar warfare or a roadside plant, she wrote as if they truly existed somewhere in the universe.

The plot revolves around a female general in the interstellar era. When it came to describing specific plot dialogues, Liu Han seemed to return to her humanities student identity, with delicate strokes and excellent dialogue, vivid and impactful, bringing the charm of the female general to the extreme.

The structure of the script is very mature, and it’s hard to imagine it coming from a newcomer’s hand.

“This is too…” Luo Chun breathed a sigh of relief, “I understand what it means to keep a low profile.”

“What is she delivering? Buying a computer, writing an online novel, and becoming a platinum-level god of a certain point in minutes.”

“That’s not her goal.” Jian Yixin chuckled.

A few days before Lin Qinglu wrapped up filming, 09 detected an unusual fluctuation. According to her, this was a characteristic unique to “foreigners.”

Like Jian Yixin, they were people who didn’t belong to this world. For various strange reasons, they came to this world within a book, not even aware that they were in a book.

Jian Yixin followed the fluctuation and discovered that it was actually a supporting character from the novel, Liu Han.

In the book, Liu Han was a quirky genius who wanted Lin Qinglu to star in a movie based on her script. However, Lin Qinglu at the time had already been dealt with by the protagonist team and didn’t have the ability to star in such a big production.

She was accidentally saved by Ye Zixuan once and, in gratitude, tailored a script for Ye Zixuan, allowing Ye Zixuan to win a heavyweight trophy and herself the Best Screenwriter Award for her first work.

Liu Han became famous overnight, actors chased her with money, begging her to write scripts. Ye Zixuan also wanted to continue working with her, but she refused, saying she would wait for another astonishing “Lin Qinglu.”

After that, this used pawn was cast aside by the original book author and never mentioned again.

It seems that Liu Han never found a second “Lin Qinglu” throughout her life.

Through her recent observations, Jian Yixin probably confirmed her speculation.

She was in this world, searching for an actress to play the “female general.”

Luo Chun returned to the company; there were other artists to meet, so she didn’t stay long and went back to her office. Liu Lele, unable to adapt to the painful reality of being a third wheel, followed suit.

The room was left with only two people, and the floor-to-ceiling window was bright outside.

Lin Qinglu looked at Jian Yixin, her tone unclear, “I just wrapped up filming, and you’re already finding me work?”

“Good opportunities shouldn’t be missed,” Jian Yixin said gently, “We need to contact suitable directors, and all parties need to refine the script, it won’t happen so quickly.”

“Take a few days off, you can start looking at the script.”

Lin Qinglu didn’t say anything.

Song Pianxian didn’t even notice her carefully coordinated outfit and makeup, she immediately assigned herself work.

Song Pianxian is an unscrupulous boss who squeezes her employees.

At this moment, Lin Qinglu completely forgot that before Jian Yixin appeared, she was a workaholic who had less than 10 days of vacation time a year.

Lin Qinglu sighed inwardly.

She felt wronged but didn’t say anything.

Lin Qinglu had been silent all along, Jian Yixin recalled what she had said before and asked, “Is there any problem? Is the schedule too tight, or do you not like the theme of the script?”

Lin Qinglu answered off-topic, “I like it.”

If she didn’t like it very much, she would have left earlier.

Lin Qinglu glanced at Song Pianxian, deeply sighing in her heart. Why was this woman so clueless?

Then she thought again, it’s not bad being clueless. Otherwise, all the weirdos in the circle would be swooping around like flies.

She felt relieved again.

“Phoenix’s Destiny” is about to participate in the Wil Film Festival, right? When the festival ends, we can communicate more effectively here, leaving only you and the script to refine…”

Lin Qinglu listened and suddenly asked, “Do you like my work?”

“Of course,” Jian Yixin answered without hesitation.

As a viewer, she liked the radiance Lin Qinglu displayed on the screen, incomparable and unstoppable.

As Lin Qinglu’s friend, she hoped Lin Qinglu would pursue the career she loved. That was the most comfortable position for a person to live in and the best way to realize one’s value.

Lin Qinglu wasn’t lacking in resources, but Liu Han’s excellent resource, which she “missed” once, was her regret that existed unknown.

Jian Yixin wanted to make up for her, even if she wouldn’t know.

In the end, as Lin Qinglu’s career assistant, and task executor, this was what she should do.

No emotion could affect her work, she couldn’t neglect public duties for private reasons; this was Jian Yixin’s life motto.

Under Jian Yixin’s gentle gaze, Lin Qinglu looked up at her.

She casually flipped through the script in her hand, her posture casual yet confident.

With a hint of unruly charm at the corners of her eyebrows, her reddish-brown pupils were particularly translucent in the light. Under her straight nose, her red lips curved slightly:

“I will perform well.”

A promise worth more than gold, Lin Qinglu had just finished filming, and she already held a new script in her hands.

How could Luo Chun not know her original plan? She even prepared herself mentally for the artist’s strike for three months, wandering around Moonlight Entertainment every day. After learning the reason, Luo Chun didn’t know what to say for a long time.

“Don’t read the script yet—let me ask you since you like Ms. Song so much, have you confessed to her?”

Continuing like this with the hot potato of confession wasn’t a solution. Lin Qinglu was getting deeper and deeper, and Song Pianxian might still be clueless.

It might be better to just confess and get it over with; the sooner the better.

Lin Qinglu’s ears turned red. “Confessing…?”

“…Just mentioning confession, why are you so shy!”

Luo Chun felt desperate; she cursed herself inwardly:

Oh, Luo Chun, how could you expect a proud little chicken to confess?

The leading actress said reservedly, “Although I think as long as two people understand each other’s feelings, it’s enough, but confessing isn’t impossible.”

Luo Chun’s eyes lit up. Then she saw Lin Qinglu take out her phone and open a certain green reading app, skillfully.

“I’ve studied it. Finally, I want to learn from the leading actress in this novel. When she wins the Best Actress award at the awards ceremony…”

The leading actress remained reserved and didn’t continue. The meaning was self-evident.

Luo Chun: “…You actually studied it seriously? Wait, why are you studying Yuri novels?! Were you reading scripts these days or reading online novels?”

The manager looked at the clichéd plot of “Using the Actress’s Rival as a Gold Finger in a Yuri Novel,” sinking into deeper despair.

Fortunately, Ms. Song didn’t abandon her work to accompany the leading actress to the film festival.

Luo Chun relaxed, accompanying the not-so-happy Lin Qinglu to the film festival, bringing back the leading actress’s third Best Actress award, and the film festival ended perfectly.

Back in the country, Jian Yixin gave full attention to the script “Tianlai” given to Liu Han, especially cooperating with the best director in the country. The future post-production special effects were crucial, with ample funding allocated, allowing top post-production studios to dream happily.

“What you want, I will unconditionally fulfill in this film.”

In the office with only the two of them, Jian Yixin said lightly to Liu Han, “In return, you also need to agree to my conditions.”

“What conditions?”

“I need you to produce a series of movies for Lin Qinglu, no fewer than three, to be completed within the next ten to fifteen years.”

Liu Han sat up straight, “I’m just a newcomer, do you really need more movies?”

It’s different.

Liu Han was different from the people in this world. The entertainment industry fears mediocrity the most but loves different things the most.

The script she casually wrote for Ye Zixuan shook the entertainment industry. You should know that in this world, writers generally don’t hold much status.

Once Lin Qinglu has reached this position, her future should be smooth sailing. But just in case something happens, Liu Han’s series of works would be her trump card.

Series movies also make it easier to create recognition and acceptance for actors. People will easily associate characters with actors, which is beneficial for personal image.

Liu Han’s recognition of Lin Qinglu’s uniqueness is also the emotional guarantee of this contract.

Jian Yixin thought it over carefully and handed over a contract:

“Signing this contract, Moonlight will support the creation of a series of films starring Lin Qinglu under conditions no less than ‘Tianlai.'”

“The reward is a three percent stake in Moonlight Entertainment.”

Directly using Moonlight Entertainment’s shares as compensation, just for making three movies, without mentioning other constraints. If any screenwriter or director sat across from her, they would probably agree in one breath, fearing Jian Yixin might change her mind.

But Liu Han carefully looked at Jian Yixin: “Why are you doing this?”

Jian Yixin smiled, gentle yet distant. “Sorry, this is my private matter.”

She continued, “There’s no second person who can play your ‘female general.’ This contract is all benefits for you and no harm.”

Liu Han furrowed her brows, pondering for five minutes, then decisively signed her name.

“The shrewdest CEO from Moonlight would actually make a loss.” Finally, Liu Han joked when signing the contract, her probing gaze still lingering.

Jian Yixin shook her head and said gently, “I didn’t make a loss.”

She had no intention of explaining further, so Liu Han was left with doubts.

After Liu Han left, Jian Yixin sat for a while. 09 hesitated whether to remind the host of the task’s progress, but the host spoke up:

“09.”

09 perked up, holding its prepared notebook ready to report the progress. However, the host asked a completely irrelevant question:

“Do you think I’ve experienced other small worlds before I lost my memory?”

09 didn’t understand, but obediently responded, “Yes.”

“I haven’t completely lost the memories of those worlds.”

Jian Yixin stood up, walked to the side of the desk, leaned against it, and gazed out of the French window.

“The memories commonly mentioned by the public, from the perspective of cognitive science, are declarative memories, excluding non-declarative memories conducted at the subconscious level.”

09: “… Huh?”

“Scientifically speaking, memories are stored in the brain or neurons, which means that fast-travelling alternate selves, including you, 09, and my existence, are not within the scope of science,” Jian Yixin said. “Since science fails in this dimension, then is there still the existence of non-declarative memories in my soul?”

09… 09 couldn’t come up with an answer.

The answer to this question was not in its database!

“I can efficiently handle tasks and interpersonal relationships as if the ability is innate.”

“Forget the specific content, but cognitive and emotional aspects are retained in the soul,” Jian Yixin said fluently and clearly, pausing.

Light streamed in through the window.

Jian Yixin spread her hands, focusing on the sparkling light in her palms.

She smiled, her voice becoming lighter: “See, I can say this, doesn’t it mean that memories still exist within my soul?”

09 fell silent, stuttering: “Um… maybe.”

It was a bit disheartening. It couldn’t answer the host’s question.

“Thank you, 09.”

“Huh?”

“You listened to me finish this speech.” In the sea of consciousness, Jian Yixin’s voice was unusually gentle. “Only you can listen to me talk about these things.”

She had always had a faint awareness of this but only confirmed it with 09 today.

Even someone as calm as Jian Yixin hoped that someone could listen to her talk about these things, now that she was sure she still retained part of her former self.

“No need to thank me…”

09 had no idea what she had just said. It felt like its essence was soaking in warm water, comfortable and numb, wanting nothing more than to cover its face and roll on the bed.

The host was really gentle aaaaaah!

Jian Yixin gazed out at the vast expanse beyond the window, the sky a light blue, the neighboring high-rise buildings reflecting a deep blue from the glass. At a glance, the city’s steel forest seemed to overlap like a jungle.

At this node after analyzing her memories, this scene seemed strangely familiar, as if she had looked at it countless times before.

As she was about to explore, the faint trace in her mind disappeared in an instant.

Jian Yixin sighed, letting herself off the hook.

Progress was good; there was no need to rush.

She would eventually find herself again.

Find her complete self.

The quiet office buzzed, and she picked up her vibrating phone. It was Lin Qinglu.

Lin Qinglu seemed to be taking photos for a magazine, then sent over one she took, with a caption:

“Liu Lele made my legs look so short.”

The woman in the photo had a slender waist and long legs, as strikingly elegant and cold as ever. Jian Yixin looked at it for a long time but couldn’t find any flaws in the photo, so she replied truthfully:

“Lele’s photography skills are very good, and it looks great.”

After a while, a cat emoji with shaking ears was sent in response.

Jian Yixin touched the moving cat ears with her fingertips, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

From late autumn to early winter, just a blink of an eye, a few autumn rains had fallen, and the cold wave was coming.

People walked on the road, their breath blowing out white, fluffy and warm.

As the year-end approached, there were various tasks to wrap up at work, keeping them busy.

When Luo Chun arrived at Ms. Song’s office, Zeng Liang was inside reporting on “The Sky Above,” the variety show. It had become a phenomenon, even more popular than expected, and was praised by Guo Jia, bringing both fame and fortune. Due to the international guests on the show, the rights had been bought by foreign streaming platforms and were scheduled to be launched.

This was a pleasant surprise for the artists who participated, as they gained exposure internationally. Although they had limited screen time, the show was high-profile and could greatly enhance their personal image.

Anything related to this variety show was of utmost importance. Luo Chun waited patiently on the side, then saw Ms. Song look at her and asked Zeng Liang, who was in the middle of the report, to leave first.

“What’s the matter?”

Luo Chun stepped forward. “It’s about Qinglu’s work arrangement. We plan to hold Qinglu’s first birthday party.”

“A birthday party?”

“Yes, it’s about a month away, in mid-January.”

Luo Chun handed the plan to Jian Yixin. “We’ve looked at three or four venues, and finally settled on the Performing Arts Center on the Fourth Ring Road. The venue is relatively large, with an estimated distribution of 10,000 tickets. They’ll be distributed through Tieba, Weibo, brand activities, etc., with an approval mechanism in place.”

“As for the program, it will include a review of Qinglu’s movie clips, remote dialogue, fan interaction, game sessions, etc., totalling 3 hours. Many brands are interested in sponsoring, and we’ve selected five.”

“After the birthday party ends, we’ll then rent out a private cinema. At that time, it will be transformed into Qinglu and a few close friends from the circle watching the movie together, a private gathering, broadcast live on the Arctic Bear platform.”

Jian Yixin carefully looked over the plan. It was a mature birthday party plan, involving artists, brands, platforms, and fans, covering all aspects.

Regarding the segments, Jian Yixin had no objections. Finally, she said:

“We can reduce the commercial considerations and seek more input from Qinglu herself.”

In Luo Chun’s mind, this was too indulgent.

In the past half year, the boss had been involved in everything regarding their artists, now everyone at Moonlight knew that Lin Qinglu was the CEO’s precious darling, pampered to the extreme.

Even Zeng Liang would politely call her “sister” in front of her. If she wasn’t constantly vigilant, she might lose her position.

While other CEOs were eager for their artists to make more money, Ms. Song had practically written “Qinglu’s happiness matters most” into Luo Chun’s job principles.

But what Lin Qinglu cared about wasn’t brands—

“I think Qinglu wants to invite Ms. Song to attend the birthday party,” Luo Chun said tactfully, stealing a glance at her boss’s expression.

The pen in Jian Yixin’s hand paused slightly.

Was this a refusal?

Luo Chun speculated that Ms. Song was low-key and didn’t like attending public events much. She was about to smoothly handle the situation, but then heard her boss say:

“Sure, I’ll clear my schedule for it.”

“Okay.” Luo Chun immediately agreed, fearing that Ms. Song might change her mind.

As she hurried back to Lin Qinglu, who was resting with her eyes closed, she couldn’t help but feel amazed. Ms. Song, who usually avoided interviews, had even agreed to the live broadcast this time.

She cleared her throat. “I just went to Moonlight.”

Lin Qinglu immediately opened her eyes. “Hmm?”

“I talked about your birthday party. I also mentioned that Qinglu hopes Ms. Song will attend the private gathering—”

“I’m not looking forward to it.” Lin Qinglu corrected with composure while hugging a cushion.

“Oh.” Luo Chun glanced at her intentionally and said, “That’s great, then. It seems if Ms. Song doesn’t have time to come, you won’t be too sad.”

Oh no, pursed lips, droopy cat ears, unhappy expression, grabbing the phone—

“Why are you picking up your phone?”

“To inform the planner to change the time.” Lin Qinglu opened the planner’s chat box. “Let’s reschedule—do you know when Pianxian is available?”

“…”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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1. A reminder that ‘Mu Pianxian” is her Weibo’s account name.
   
   The character for 木 (Mu) looks similar to the 宋 (Song) in Song Pianxian’s name. – referred in Chapter 26 ↩︎