Goddess Strategy GL - Chapter 13

She actually remembers!

This is definitely a trap!

Ye Ruoqing immediately wanted to push the car door open and run out. Her overly strong imagination could already foresee what would happen tonight—she didn’t want to be cannon fodder, and even less did she want to be a mistress.

“Come, come, come. Let me ask you a question that I’ve resisted asking for a long time. Miss Zhao Xin, please answer me truthfully, seriously, and without any concealment, considering I spent all my money on seeing a doctor for this party and can’t even afford food.”

Ye Ruoqing sat up straight, turned her face left, then turned it right, showing off her face in a 360-degree view, and asked: “Do I look very much like Ren Xi?”

The driver, hearing this, secretly glanced in the rearview mirror. Zhao Xin still leaned against the car window, quietly watching her. Ye Ruoqing’s words were like a swallow skimming the water, causing a slight ripple in Zhao Xin’s spring-like eyes.

“Yes.”

A simple word, a thousand arrows piercing the heart. Ye Ruoqing especially wanted to say, in what way do I look like her? I can change, can’t I? She touched her nose and cheeks and realized this was something that required surgery, leaving her speechless.

Ren Xi had always embraced the glamorous, mature woman style. She was less than 1.7 meters tall, but her proportions were excellent, with a slender waist and curvy hips. She was very good at showcasing her figure and appearance. Ye Ruoqing didn’t think she looked like Ren Xi at all. Although Zhao Xin said she did, and that director on the set also said she did, having watched so many of Ren Xi’s movies, she still couldn’t see Ren Xi’s shadow on herself.

Even though it was always rumored that Ren Xi’s private conduct was not good, on screen, she was a seductive and beautiful woman, which Ye Ruoqing had to concede.

“Do you think Ren Xi looks like Cai Guoqing?”

The driver was drinking water and immediately sprayed the steering wheel when he heard this.

“What do you mean?”

“Someone said I look like Cai Guoqing.”

“Are you saying you’d rather be told you look like a man than be told you look like Ren Xi?”

Ye Ruoqing leaned closer and whispered in Zhao Xin’s ear: “It’s not that I don’t want to be told I look like Ren Xi. It’s just, look… your relationship problems, why drag me into it?”

Zhao Xin suddenly turned her head, and a soft touch grazed Ye Ruoqing’s face.

She was indeed a little too close. Ye Ruoqing scratched her head and moved her body away: “Just… you know.”

Zhao Xin was silent for a moment and asked: “Are you misunderstanding something?”

“Me misunderstanding? Aren’t you two… aren’t you that?” Ye Ruoqing was surprised. She gestured with her hands, unable to think of an appropriate body language to express what was on her mind, and finally just touched her thumbs together, making a gesture of kissing.

“You’re overthinking.”

“Then why are you having me attend this party?”

“No reason. You just sing well. After this time, I won’t interfere with your life anymore.”

Zhao Xin’s face was cold as she ordered the driver to start the car. After that, she remained silent.

“So, Boss agreed not to interfere with your life?” In Zhao Xin’s private lounge, the makeup artist brought by Little Round was applying makeup to Ye Ruoqing.

“Is there anything else?” Ye Ruoqing said weakly. She just misunderstood her relationship with Ren Xi, why get so angry? And she felt her misunderstanding was reasonable. What woman would open her mouth and say, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you”? Even sanitary pads don’t get that kind of treatment.

Little Round dragged a stool next to Ye Ruoqing and sat down: “Have you never thought about coming to work for our studio?”

“Zhao Xin already said she won’t interfere with my life anymore.”

Little Round said: “But you can strive for it! You tell Boss you want to stay, you want to work at the studio, and she will agree. Besides, no one uses the rice cooker or microwave in our studio; you can use them to your heart’s content.”

“…Don’t make it seem like I came to B City just for a rice cooker, okay?”

“Don’t underestimate the rice cooker. Ren Xi used a lot of connections to get the rice cooker endorsement.”

“Little Round Face, let me ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do I look a little like Ren Xi?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

The makeup artist and Little Round spoke at the same time. They glanced at each other. Little Round leaned down and poked Ye Ruoqing’s shoulder: “With your washboard, 2D figure, you still want to play the 3D version of Ren Xi?”

The makeup artist finished applying the makeup, put away the palette and makeup case: “Don’t say that. Little Ye girl has excellent height and proportions, she’s a clothes hanger. Have you considered becoming a model?”

This was also the first time the makeup artist, Eugene, had met Ye Ruoqing. He had heard that Zhao Xin had been particularly attentive to a girl recently. Seeing her now, she truly exceeded his expectations. She was, as rumored, a little like Ren Xi, but only like Ren Xi from ten years ago. In fact, in terms of external conditions, this girl and Ren Xi could be said to have the same high starting point. He was willing to be her talent scout.

“Teacher Eugene, Little Ye girl hopes to develop her career in the music industry.”

“That’s really a shame.” Eugene shook his head. “Acting leads to singing, and models also transition to singing. Are you really not considering it?”

“No… I really don’t need to, thank you.”

The stylist had another appointment and didn’t stay long. In the lounge, only Little Round and Ye Ruoqing remained. Ye Ruoqing’s long black hair was straight and shiny, with a smoky eye makeup, paired with a black equestrian suit, making her look strikingly handsome. Little Round pulled her around the lounge several times, repeatedly saying that Ye Ruoqing was about to make her dizzy with attraction.

“Long black straight hair! Tall stature! Riding boots! Little Ye girl, when you are dressed up, you are attractive to both men and women! You just need your gaze to be sharper; don’t always reveal that look of ‘I eat pickled radish every day’.”

Ye Ruoqing was also helpless: “That’s life! If you ate pickled radish every day, you could also turn from a little round face into a pitiful, sharp-chinned face.”

Little Round felt a little sorry for her: “Wait a minute, I’ll go get you something to eat.”

Although there weren’t many people at this party, the scale was quite large. The art museum was divided into three floors. The first floor was mainly for the media area. The second floor was the exhibition hall, and the third floor was the party venue and lounge today. Ye Ruoqing’s performance was on the third floor, and the duration was not long, just three songs. Just because of these three songs, she had been almost tortured to death by the organizers these past few days.

She chose one original song, one cover song, and another that Zhao Xin had chosen for her, “Lemon Tree” by Fool’s Garden. According to Little Round, this was the song Zhao Xin sang the first time she acted. This song was also a cover, but it had many different versions after arrangement.

To match the party, the final choice was a more cheerful version, but every time she sang it, she still subtly felt a hint of sadness.

“I’m hanging around, I’m waiting for you…”

She started thinking about Zeng Jie again.

The world she was about to step into was outside. Closing her eyes, she could feel that unparalleled luxury. Such vibrant colors, such a dreamlike scene. She wondered if, once she entered, she could maintain her original intention and pursue her dream with a pure mindset.

At this time, Zeng Jie was the source of her strength. Of course, she was pleased to be praised by Eugene, but everything was meaningless without finding Zeng Jie and singing for her. She was originally a person who didn’t have to worry about food and clothing; the path she chose was born out of love.

Today was a start. This was the first time she had been on such a grand stage. There were media, directors, and the most prominent guests from the fashion, social, and art worlds. Perhaps just a photo in a fashion magazine could let Zeng Jie know that she was looking for her.

She needed to maintain her best condition.

Most of the guests had arrived by this time. Almost all the security guards and staff were maintaining order at the Shooting Board, and there were few people in the rest area. Ye Ruoqing left a note for Little Round and decided to come out to relax for a while. There was a long corridor outside the lounge that led directly to a balcony filled with green plants. Ye Ruoqing walked forward along the corridor. As she approached the balcony, she only heard a few light laughs from a woman and a man’s voice coming from there.

“Zhao Xin, ah… pretending…”

She knew she had stumbled upon a scene she shouldn’t see and immediately prepared to turn around and leave quickly, but the name Zhao Xin drifted into her ears, and she couldn’t move anymore.

“You just keep thinking about her, so what about me? What do you take me for?”

“My heart’s darling… Let’s talk business, I have serious business today.”

“I’ve arranged everything… wait a minute… the lounge…”

The woman deliberately lowered her voice, and Ye Ruoqing heard it intermittently. She pressed herself against the wall, slowly inching forward. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound under her foot. The conversation over there stopped abruptly. Ye Ruoqing cried out in her heart, Oh no!