Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
The moment Ji Anning walked t into the middle of the pool of extras, they abruptly looked enthusiastically to the left.
Qi Helian? He’s the fifth son. He was the owner of Unique Media… the King of Film?
Was he starring in this drama?
Ji Anning nervously stared.
What now? He was Ji Chicheng’s close friend since they were children. He had met her before. Although merely two to three times, where each time, he only managed to catch a brief glimpse of her.
But what if Young Master Qi had an excellent memory and recognized her?
In apprehension, she turned to look in the same direction as everyone else timidly.
That was such a pretty face. She had known it since they were young. “Qi Beauty”, lived up to his name.
Yet only Ji Chicheng had the guts to call him, “Qi Beauty”, to his face.
He was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue reflective sunglasses. With both his hands in his light blue, cropped pant pockets, he sauntered in their direction.
Two people followed right next to him. A man and a woman. One was holding up an umbrella while the other carried a beverage and the script.
This was what a real heavyweight should be like!
Completely forgetting to react, Ji Anning anxiously gawked. When Qi Helian reached her side, she hastily swung around and lowered her head. Her hiding was done too deliberately and appeared obvious.
Her unexpected behavior caught Qi Helian’s attention, who happened to have walked up next to her.
“Am I that scary?” Qi Helian stopped. Veering his face to the side a little, he gazed emotionlessly at Ji Anning.
Ji Anning did not dare look at him. She shook her head, “No, you aren’t.”
Qi Helian puckered his brows, “Then why are you hiding from me?”
Illustrious Young Master Qi, can you stop lingering amid the cluster of extras? Don’t you think it’ll lower your status as the King of Film?
Ji Anning was so antsy her palms were sweaty. As she annoyingly tried to conjure up an answer for Qi Helian, his phone suddenly went off. The ringtone was the homegrown Little Queen, Xiao Jiaqi’s song. It sounded beautiful.
“Hello!”
The mobile phone ringtone stopped. Then came Qi Helian’s voice.
A single phone call averted Qi Helian’s attention. The second he picked up the phone, he went towards the director.
“Are my ears playing tricks on me? You’re coming to the set to visit me?”
“Now that’s a real friend. That’s what I call loyalty. Hurry over. I’ve only one scene today.”
Qi Helian’s came closer and closer. Ji Anning heaved a sigh of relief then reached her hand out to wipe the sweat off her brow.
What now? If Qi Helian recognized her later, then she was a goner.
“Is that a rookie?”
“What rookie? It’s Ruier’s body double.
“Hehe. These days, some girls resort to anything to move up the ladder.”
Not far from Ji Anning were two women. One of them with a bob haircut and the other with a ponytail. They gazed at her as they gossiped.