Meng Qingqing walked out of the company with mixed feelings. She did not choose to take a car, but walked for a while, wearing a hat and a sun mask on her face.
I don’t know if it was because I disguised myself too well, but I didn’t see any fans running up to me to ask for autographs or take photos with me along the way.
She found it somewhat funny when she thought of her fans. She didn't know since when her reputation had become such a mess and she was no longer the popular person she once was.
So when did the reputation become so bad? Meng Qingqing desperately recalled in her mind. She needed to use other things to dispel all the bad emotions in her mind.
Rong Zhen provided her with a lot of conveniences, even the capital to be overbearing. She could get what she had longed for without any effort. For example, big-name resources, and various awards that she had long coveted...
The disadvantages also emerged. She had been labeled as a "resource user" without knowing when, and her fans were extremely polarized. The partners she cooperated with were polite to her on the surface, but began to curse her behind her back, and even slandered her and spread rumors...
Meng Qingqing's eyes went dark and she stumbled, but was supported by her assistant in time.
"Sister Qingqing, are you okay? Let's get in the car and go back. Mr. Rong Zhen will be worried if you are like this."
Almost all the assistants and bodyguards around her were sent by Rong Zhen, always helping her in her work. Meng Qingqing waved her hands, and she realized that everything she had now was given by Rong Zhen...
One day, they all disappeared...
Meng Qingqing rubbed her dizzy eyes, but the moment she raised her eyes upwards she was stunned again.
The assistant followed Meng Qingqing's line of sight and saw a very familiar and beautiful face reflected on the advertising screen on the towering building. It was a perfume endorsed by Meng Yao.
Meng Qingqing quickly averted her gaze as if her eyes were burned. She shook off her assistant's hand and ran over, but she could not find a place for herself on the flashing advertising screen.
She finally stopped exhausted, beads of sweat on her forehead sliding down her face.
Meng Yao is the darling of brands, the goddess in the eyes of the audience, a rare genius in the eyes of directors, and a powerful figure that artists in the circle are vying to curry favor with...
Meng Yao has too many titles, but what about me? What do I have...
Meng Qingqing fell into a very brief moment of confusion, then slowly squatted down and hugged herself.
A childish voice came from the side: "Dad, this person looks like a star."
She was responded by another more mature voice: "Why can't I see the resemblance? Do you think it's so easy to meet a celebrity?"
Then a female voice urged: "Hurry up, the movie is about to start, I spent a lot of effort to get the ticket!"
The child cheered: "Sister Meng Yao is so beautiful, all the movies she starred in are great!"
The group walked further and further away, leaving only Meng Qingqing with her head hanging dejectedly, as silent as a stone statue.
How could she forget that today is the release date of "Spring Island"...
*
Meng Yao went to another place to shoot scenes for a few days, and when she came back she did not forget to pick out a gift for Rong Wei.
Guan Liang was responsible for taking her back to the company, and he had no idea how Meng Yao got that "gift". So in his eyes, what Meng Yao was holding in her hand was just a gray stone, which looked inconspicuous at all, but was carefully wrapped in a pink transparent gift box.
Knowing Meng Yao's usual style of doing things, Guan Liang couldn't help but tease her, "Where did you pick up this stone from? And you wrapped it in such an ugly box? And wrapped it with such a huge pink bow?"
Meng Yao's smile froze. She held the gift box up and looked at it carefully for a moment: "Does it really look so perfunctory?"
This time it was Guan Liang who adjusted his glasses. Unable to figure out what Meng Yao was thinking, he asked back, "Isn't this just perfunctory?"
Meng Yao didn't say anything for a long time, but just held the pink box in her arms again, with a complicated expression.
Guan Liang vaguely sensed something was wrong, and he asked hesitantly: "This... Is this the gift you carefully prepared?"
Guan Liang touched his nose with his left hand and laughed awkwardly to hide his mistake: "I was just teasing you. This gift is obviously from you. You must have spent a lot of time and effort to prepare it. If I were Mr. Rong, I would be so moved that I would burst into tears."
Meng Yao glanced at him and curled the corners of her lips: "Tears streaming down your face? Brother Liang, you have a talent for comedy."
A successful person who thinks he is mature and stable: “… Really?”
Guan Liang laughed twice again.
Meng Yao touched the gift box in her hand and spoke slowly: "This is not an ordinary stone. I met a vendor at the foot of the mountain. He told me that this is a wishing stone. It can help people achieve their wishes and calm their minds..."
Guan Liang glanced at the bumpy stone and felt more and more that Meng Yao had been cheated: "You still believe this? This thing sounds unreliable."
"Unreliable?" Meng Yao turned the gift box in her hand: "Who knows? Just treat it as a spiritual sustenance. At least its meaning is good."
"By the way, you just complained that this box is ugly..." Meng Yao grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What's ugly about it? It's obviously very beautiful. Don't you think it's dreamy?"
Guan Liang swallowed the words in his mouth, unable to bear to look at the pink transparent gift box, and said against his will: "It looks good."
"I suddenly remembered that I could arrange a course for you."
"What course?"
“Art Appreciation.”
Meng Yao's expression suddenly changed: "No, Brother Liang, you..."
*
Meng Yao took out the gift box as soon as she got home. Unlike Guan Liang's vicious complaints, Rong Yan was the opposite and couldn't let it go. He held the gift box with a faint glow in his eyes:
"For me?"
Meng Yao nodded confidently and said that there was nothing wrong with her taste, and it was just that Guan Liang's aesthetic was too niche.
The moment he got it in his hand, Rong Yun knew that this was carefully prepared by Meng Yao, because the personal style of the gift box decoration was too strong.
"Do you like it?" Meng Yao asked from the side.
"I like it." He nodded slowly.
Meng Yao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't show any surprise on her face: "I knew you would like it."
"Let me tell you, this is not an ordinary stone. It is a wishing stone that can fulfill people's wishes, whether it is promotion, wealth or longevity..."
Meng Yao's memory came in handy at this moment. She recounted the vendor's tricks and made it sound quite real.
"Wishing stone?"
"Yes." Meng Yao urged him, "Make a wish quickly."
(End of this chapter)