"Impossible," Ye Yun refused to believe Shi Xinxin would return. There was no longer a place for her here. Ye Yun scrolled through the news from major media outlets.
The news of Shi Xinxin's return had shaken half the entertainment industry. Ye Yun looked at the photos of Shi Xinxin, her complexion like a blooming peach, appearing as if she had been reborn. Ye Yun couldn't bring herself to believe this person was Shi Xinxin.
"When did she come back? How is this possible?" How could she not know? Ye Yun looked at the photo of Shi Xinxin's slender arms and long fingers holding a champagne flute, her radiant smile suggesting she was discussing something that made her so happy. Her beautiful face was like a celestial maiden descended from heaven.
"I heard it was yesterday. She returned for an interview with a major media outlet." The assistant watched the overwhelming number of Shi Xinxin's photos on the computer screen, feeling a pang of bitterness. Some people in this world were so annoying, yet so dazzling.
"She returned yesterday and today she's all over the headlines. She's not simple!" Ye Yun appeared thoughtful, tapping her fingers on the table, producing a rhythmic sound.
"Sister Yun, look, the media reporting on this are all major outlets. Shi Xinxin truly has considerable influence now, doesn't she?" The assistant marveled at the news on the computer. Ye Yun, lost in her thoughts, paid no attention to the assistant.
"Is this really Shi Xinxin?" Although her features were the same, many things were different. Shi Xinxin's eyes were more striking, her appearance more refined. Ye Yun looked at the photo before her, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her gaze.
"An old friend has returned. It's time for a meeting." Ye Yun's face, unadorned with makeup, was a little pale, but her sharp gaze held a certain killing intent. The assistant, seeing the look in Ye Yun's eyes, couldn't help but sweat a little for Shi Xinxin.
Sheng Chenjin walked into his office, pressing his temples with his fingers. He didn't know why he'd had such a jumbled dream last night, recalling a jumbled assortment of people. Some of his past experiences seemed to have replayed themselves in his dream.
Shi Xinxin's youthful face flashed before his eyes. He didn't understand why he'd dreamt of her last night, her clumsy, always annoying demeanor. Sheng Chenjin's eyes stirred, a feeling he couldn't comprehend flitting through his heart, leaving a special taste on his soul.
As if it were routine, he opened his computer. Scripts and collaboration proposals lay on his desk. Sheng Chenjin really didn't want to look at them today. As the computer booted up, he felt an overwhelming urge to slack off.
The computer opened, and a news interface popped up. Sheng Chenjin, as usual, tried to close it. As he clicked the close button, a headline caught his eye.
"International Rising Star Shi Xinxin Makes a Powerful Return..." Sheng Chenjin didn't see the rest of the text, only Shi Xinxin's name. Sheng Chenjin's brain paused for a moment. A word he dared not even imagine appeared in the news: Return? Shi Xinxin was back?
Sheng Chenjin reopened the news interface. The headline news greeted his eyes: fair skin, black long hair, a radiant smile in the picture. Sheng Chenjin's gaze lingered on the woman in the image, a hint of daze in his eyes.
Shi Xinxin was back. Sheng Chenjin couldn't understand why seeing her name made his heart ache. He, who had always been in control, suddenly felt a surge of nervousness. What had he forgotten?
"This is a new script, take a look." The assistant entered. Sheng Chenjin quickly closed the screen showing Shi Xinxin and calmly made eye contact with the assistant.
"How are your recent schedules arranged?" Sheng Chenjin's throat was slightly dry, his magnetic voice still calm and composed. He looked at the pile of scripts on his desk, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Recently, it's mostly filming, and the schedule is quite packed. These scripts are for next year and the year after. You need to look through them carefully, and then we'll sign contracts." The assistant spoke to Sheng Chenjin with hands clasped in front, very politely. Sheng Chenjin's work was also meticulously arranged.
"Mm." Sheng Chenjin thought about his work. It seemed it was indeed scheduled through next year. He sighed softly and took the scripts from the assistant, flipping through a few pages.
The assistant left quickly. Sheng Chenjin opened the entertainment news page on his computer and browsed through all the reports about Shi Xinxin's return, then watched her interview.
Chinese elements had always suited Shi Xinxin. The Shi Xinxin of today was full of dignity and composure, and her answers in the interview were impeccable.
Sheng Chenjin took out his phone, intending to ask his assistant for Shi Xinxin's contact information. However, his movements suddenly slowed. What would he say when he called? Sheng Chenjin was conflicted.
He put down his phone, unsure how to face Shi Xinxin. In what capacity should he contact her? On the basis of his unclear feelings? Perhaps he shouldn't disturb her.
Sheng Chenjin stared at the phone on the screen, lost in thought. He stood up and stood by the window for a while before returning to his desk. He picked up his phone and looked at the number on the screen, unsure what to do.
He turned off the screen, put down his phone. The call was never made. An indescribable flavor slowly spread through Sheng Chenjin's heart, fermenting without his knowledge.
If the best part of the day is the morning, and morning is when a person is busiest, with the pressure of work and study piled upon them, then after lunch, taking a nap, there's nothing to do between three and four in the afternoon.
It is the most relaxed and pleasant time of the day.
Huang Hong picked up an entertainment magazine and sat on the sofa.
After turning off the television, the noisy room fell silent again. Only the distant sounds of traffic from outside could be heard intermittently, but they were unclear and did not disturb the person on the sofa reading the magazine.
Every type of publication has its specific target audience.
For example, the economic weekly targets the bourgeoisie and is expensive.
Moreover, it often contains few illustrations, not designed to cater to children or idle individuals. The entire book is filled with dense small print. Unless one is a professional, it is difficult to read.
Fashion magazines and entertainment magazines are somewhat similar, often featuring a celebrity on the cover. The more beautiful and popular the person, the better.
It goes without saying that the default rule is that whoever graces the cover holds a place in the current entertainment industry.
The person on the cover, striking a carefully posed stance under the carefully adjusted lighting of the photographer, is naturally outstanding. However, this person is not Shi Xinxin. With her current standing, she is not yet qualified to snatch the cover spot.
But among the dense headlines in the magazine, a large line of text caught people's attention. Shi Xinxin's name was prominently displayed.