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Chapter 117 Baby, I picked out some couple profile pictures, do you like them?

Since President Pei accepted Qimeng's invitation to the dinner party and danced with Yan Zhuoyu to add color to the charity, major brands have been extending olive branches to her, hoping to see her appear again so that they can have the opportunity to discuss cooperation.

At the fifth anniversary celebration of Elysian Radiance, a top French skincare brand, the Asian organizers extended a special invitation to Yan Zhuoyu.

At the banquet, the lighting was lavish, the floor was covered with a deep red velvet carpet adorned with intricate gold patterns, and the air was filled with a faint scent of coffee and vanilla, the unique classic fragrance of the ER brand.

A stunning woman in a gown embellished with gold thread and diamonds stood beside a long table, her exposed back revealing skin as smooth as jade. She held a glass of rich, silky red wine in her hand, swirling it slowly and deliberately.

Qiao Xinyun stood to the side, her eyes full of praise: "As expected of our beautiful Yan, she can pull off any style. This look tonight will definitely be on the trending topics!"

Yan Zhuoyu took a sip of red wine, the cool liquid sliding down her throat, instantly dispelling some of her fatigue.

She placed her wine glass on the table, her eyes slightly upturned and tinged with red, and said teasingly, "There are times when I can't handle it, like those women's clothes that fans wrote to me complaining about before, which were not as advertised. Even international supermodels couldn't save them."

Qiao Xinyun helplessly spread her hands. As a typical working-class person, she also deeply resented these women's clothing items, not to mention that when the merchants shipped the goods, they liked to write letters with their hands tucked inside, saying that they were a bunch of clumsy old men and asking for their understanding.

If this were one of her employees, they would probably have been fired long ago.

Guests came and went, elites from all walks of life and celebrities clinked glasses, looking for cooperation and opportunities.

The phone, which had been entrusted to her agent, vibrated again; Yan Zhuoyu's internet addiction could no longer be suppressed.

"Sister Qiao, can you help me see who keeps sending me messages?"

Yan Zhuoyu said she asked Qiao Xinyun to take a look, but her fair palm was already outstretched in front of the other person.

The burgundy rhinestone manicure she had done before had some scratches, so she simply removed it all, leaving only a simple, transparent base coat. There were still healthy little lunulae under the nail bed, and her fingertips were clean and pink.

Qiao Xinyun chuckled and took her phone out of her small bag, handing it to her.

"Take your time off your phone. So many people are watching you. Be careful you don't end up trending on social media for disrespecting the brand or being careless."

"Don't worry, I'll just reply to a message, it'll be quick."

Yan Zhuoyu turned gracefully, her gold-threaded skirt blooming like a lotus flower, leaving only a stunning silhouette resembling a swan in flight.

Before me stands the core symbol of the ER brand, a crystal statue of the Flower of Elision, set on a high-grade marble base, gleaming with a cool, serene light.

She opened the message, and as expected, it was from Pei Weijin.

[Baby, I heard from Fu Zhuchen that couples in love often use matching profile pictures or nicknames on social media. I know you're busy with work, but I've already chosen one. Do you like it?]

Below is a couple's online name, very simple: Burning and Ashes.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhuoyu's eyes seemed to hold the shimmering light of autumn water, and a smile spread from her eyes to her lips, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

She muttered under her breath, "Isn't this what those young couples used to do back in their student days?"

However, Yan Zhuoyu remained reserved about whether Pei Weijin had actually heard it from Fu Zhuchen.

When her gaze fell on the familiar yet unfamiliar couple's profile pictures, the smile on her face vanished in the blink of an eye.

"What the hell is this thing...?"

Qiao Xinyun gently touched her arm, reminding her, "Someone's coming."

Yan Zhuoyu quickly changed her profile picture and username, casually patted Pei Weijin's new profile picture, and handed the phone back to Qiao Xinyun.

When she turned back to face the guests, she was once again radiant and elegant, with no flaws whatsoever.

No one would know that she had just changed to a ridiculously absurd couple's profile picture.

Qiao Xinyun took the phone; the screen was still on, and she spotted it immediately.

Um? ?

Why would one of our own artists use a still from "Spring Rain Love" as their profile picture?

No, this photo has a sinister feel to it!

The profile picture shows a beautiful woman in a cheongsam exuding domineering aura, while a princess is holding a cold and aloof CEO in a suit and leather shoes, creating a strong sense of incongruity.

Not to mention Pei Weijin's upper body, which appears to have been cut out from the cover of a past financial magazine and photoshopped into the still!

The scene was too beautiful for Qiao Xinyun to look at a second time; she quickly locked the screen and stuffed it into her bag.

At her manager's prompting, Yan Zhuoyu turned her gaze toward Shan Meishuang, who was walking toward them.

Dan Meishuang's makeup was retro and heavy, with smoky eyes that had a strong old-fashioned feel. She walked gracefully in a red velvet dress paired with a white fluffy shawl and black studded high heels.

Given her seniority and status, it is perfectly reasonable for Yan Zhuoyu to address her as "Teacher Shan".

After Yan Zhuoyu greeted them first, Shan Meishuang smiled and nodded.

This was the first time the two had faced off directly. As two actresses who represent the retro style of Hong Kong, it inevitably led some media outlets to have ulterior motives.

Shan Meishuang smiled faintly, deliberately lowering her voice: "Teacher Yan must be in a good mood to hear the news of my withdrawal from 'Sword Chant', right?"

Yan Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow, took a sip of red wine without making a sound, and glanced at her manager.

The two weren't following each other on Weibo, so she really didn't know about this.

"Sorry, I've been busy with classes lately and haven't been paying much attention to online news."

A look of disdain flashed in Shan Meishuang's eyes as she sized up Yan Zhuoyu: "Let's just assume you're really busy, or maybe you know there's no hope and just want to avoid seeing her."

She changed the subject, her tone laced with provocation: "I came here to tell you that Director Fu is a well-known perfectionist. The filming period is long, and for actors on the rise, time is money. This drama is just a waste of my time."

At this point, Shan Meishuang tossed a strand of hair behind her ear with her cherry-colored, pointed nail polish, took a small sip from her glass, and looked at Yan Zhuoyu provocatively:

"Don't think you're getting a bargain by taking on a role I didn't want. I want to see if you'll still choose to take this role after I've said all this. Be careful people say you're just following in my footsteps and picking up the scraps, and that even your character is stolen."

Shan Meishuang's words implied that Yan Zhuoyu was imitating her, from her persona to her clothing and style, she was a complete copy of her, a true imitator.

But these provocative words had no effect on Yan Zhuoyu.

When it comes to retro style, her mother, Jiang Yuelin, is the original figure. The term "Hong Kong style beauty" was created for her, so how can there be any talk of "stealing"?

Yan Zhuoyu placed the wine glass back on the long table, and with just a slight smile, she exuded charm that outshone everything else.

She knows how to rub salt into someone's wounds to make them hurt the most.

Her low voice was both alluring and cold, yet it seemed to conceal a hook, sharp enough to make one's heart tremble: "What did I steal from you? Did I steal your makeup artist?"

These words struck at Shan Meishuang's weak spot, and her face instantly darkened.

But when it comes to verbal sparring, you have to hit people where it hurts.

Yan Zhuoyu seemed oblivious to the other person's reaction. As she turned her head, her dark, wavy hair swayed gently with the movement, revealing her beautiful butterfly-shaped shoulder blades. With her delicate eyebrows and red lips, she exuded natural sexiness.

She gestured to her clean, clear wine glass and kindly reminded her, "By the way, I'm not wearing lipstick today, so my drinks won't transfer to the glass. But I noticed your lips are a bit smudged inside; remember to get them touched up by your new makeup artist, we're taking a group photo later."