0p0 Chapter 22 Mr. Pei, this spendthrift man
Chapter 22 Mr. Pei, this spendthrift man
The audition clips were randomly selected. Yan Zhuoyu silently prayed to herself, "May I borrow ten years of President Pei's luck to get the clip of my senior sister after she turns evil."
Then, she pulled a card out of the box.
【32-2 Valley of Heartbreak, Night, Exterior】
Yan Zhuoyu's eyes lit up; President Pei really does bring good fortune to his wife.
After the director said "action," she immediately got into character.
The eldest sister was surrounded by her former fellow disciples in the Valley of Heartbreak and fled all the way. Even her master, who had previously doted on her, ruthlessly attacked her.
She was covered in wounds, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and her hatred burned away her last hope of struggle like a raging fire.
"Ten years ago, my mother was trapped in the Nine Star Killing Formation, and you all stood by and watched, falsely claiming that the will of Heaven is unyielding."
She parted her lips slightly, her smile utterly sarcastic, her deep black eyes filled with icy hatred.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a fugitive into a mastermind, her eyes flashing with a cold light of premeditation.
"Since it is the will of Heaven, you immortal lords must have foreseen it long ago. Today is the day when your calamity will be inescapable."
"Then let all of you go with my mother to the Yellow Springs, to comfort her spirit in heaven!"
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Even without props and with no one opposite her to rehearse her lines, Yan Zhuoyu still delivered a powerful and emotional performance, bringing the story to life.
They fought against heaven and earth, struggled against fate, and ultimately defied destiny to change their fate.
After the performance, Yan Zhuoyu detached herself from the storyline, bowed deeply to the director and screenwriter, and awaited their judgment.
No one interrupted the performance, but no one spoke afterward either.
Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Was her acting not so bad?
That shouldn't be the case; she's practically worn out the script from reading it so many times these past two days.
She tentatively called out, "Director?"
The director seemed to snap out of his daze. He nodded repeatedly and was about to speak when the woman sitting next to him slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yes, that's the taste! This is the senior sister I've always admired!"
Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the nameplate on the table and realized that this was the author of the original work.
She smiled and said thank you.
The director coughed lightly and gestured to her, "Very good, you can go back now. Come back the day after tomorrow to take your costume fitting photos."
He then quietly instructed his assistant to tell the actresses who hadn't yet auditioned for the role of the senior sister that they didn't need to wait any longer.
When Yan Zhuoyu came out of the audition room, a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Just as she was about to call out Qiao Xinyun's name for praise, a dark figure darted into the lounge and forcefully pinned her against the wall.
Immediately afterwards, another dark figure rushed in, carefully closed the door, and stood guard outside.
Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the wall, puzzled and shocked: "Sister Qiao... Sister Qiao!?"
Qiao Xinyun stared at her menacingly: "Yan! Zhuo! Yu!"
"Tell me the truth, is that old, picky, bad-tempered, and frigid nouveau riche you're talking about the Pei family's son? He's got a little money, wears glasses, and is frigid!"
Despite the barrage of adjectives, Yan Zhuoyu didn't notice anything amiss, nor did she feel a trace of guilt about blaming President Pei behind his back.
Everything she said was true.
With a little money: President Pei can't compare to the Dubai tycoons.
Wearing glasses: President Pei wears glasses to prevent eye strain while working.
Older: President Pei is two years older than her, and is 25 years old this year.
Picky: Doesn't eat cilantro, ginger, or goose meat; doesn't eat fried or deep-fried food; and doesn't eat any strongly flavored food.
She has a bad temper: since their marriage, she has never used any intimate terms of address other than "Mrs. Pei".
- Indifferent: Three times a week.
Stiff: The posture is monotonous, but recently a new skill of storytelling has been developed, which needs improvement.
After re-evaluating her husband, Yan Zhuoyu said leisurely, "You mean Pei Weijin? I thought you knew about him."
Qiao Xinyun pinched her philtrum hard, trying to salvage her precarious career.
"Miss, who could possibly associate your previous description of your marriage partner with President Pei? He's practically a god, flawless, rich and powerful, and his looks would easily surpass any male celebrity in the industry. Not to mention, he's a high-ranking and powerful business tycoon who has never had a scandal in the past twenty years and is completely celibate. He's practically the best choice for a partner!"
"I can't believe your arranged marriage partner is him!"
Yan Zhuoyu pinched her mouth, clearly annoyed: "Sister Qiao, your artists aren't that bad, are they?"
Qiao Xinyun was forced to pout like a platypus, and mumbled, "Hmm..."
It's as if this is a problem that has existed for centuries.
Yan Zhuoyu's shimmering eyes narrowed dangerously: "Qiao, Xin, Yun!"
The other person removed her hand, chuckled, and bowed, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty, this old servant is here."
After the joke, Qiao Xinyun finally became serious: "Oh, no, I just find it very surprising. You're already married to President Pei, why are you still thinking about entering the entertainment industry?"
To be able to marry into a century-old prestigious family like the Pei family, Miss Yan's background must be extraordinary. Could it be just for her dreams?
Yan Zhuoyu remained calm, leaning back on the sofa and enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner: "This is why I chose to keep our marriage a secret."
If it weren't for Pei Weijin, she would have almost married the sixty-year-old widowed CEO as his second wife.
Where would there be any chance to stay in the entertainment industry?
However, once the news of her marriage to the Pei family breaks, she will quickly be labeled as a "resource-backed actress" because she has no works to support her, and from then on, no matter what efforts she makes, they will be denied.
Not to mention the Yan family. Netizens might dig up her biological mother's name and mock her, but they can't let her mother also bear the stigma.
Qiao Xinyun patted her head and comforted her, "Don't think too much about it. Since you want to keep your marriage a secret, then get rid of the trending topics on Weibo first."
"What trending topic?" Yan Zhuoyu looked up at her in confusion, wondering if she had done anything wrong.
I only did some online activity on Weibo and also did an audition.
Qiao Xinyun gave a slight, expressionless twitch as she showed off a high-definition photo on her phone.
"The news that your man spent 800 million yuan on a violet and jade crown at a French auction has even reached China, and he even made a heartfelt declaration of love for you in front of the media. Now think about what you were wearing on your head in that selfie you posted this morning?"
Yan Zhuoyu immediately grasped the key point: "What!? He spent eight hundred million to buy that crown!?"
She gritted her teeth. This was marital property, and they would get half of it if they divorced. Now, she was losing 800 million yuan. It hurt.
“Yes, eight hundred million.” Qiao Xinyun exclaimed, “Poverty limits my imagination. I personally approved your selfie. I thought you bought that crown from a Douyin live stream.”
"What a spendthrift man!" Yan Zhuoyu complained.
Qiao Xinyun gently tapped her head: "My dear lady, is this the time to think about this? Netizens aren't blind. The crown you're wearing is exactly the same as the one at the auction. How are you going to explain your relationship with President Pei?"
Yan Zhuoyu chuckled, "You didn't even realize the value of that crown. Otherwise, just say it's a replica."
"A replica of the rare item that President Pei bought at the auction? Even Yiwu wouldn't dare to do that. Besides, netizens aren't as easy to fool as I am..."
Before Qiao Xinyun could finish speaking, her assistant, who was standing guard at the door, knocked twice.
Thinking someone was approaching, the two immediately resumed their nonchalant demeanor.
To everyone's surprise, the assistant came in in shock and didn't forget to close the door behind her.
She ran over with her phone in hand, her eyes sparkling: "Sister Yan, you're my idol! You actually dared to copy the jewelry that person gave to their sweetheart!"