Goddess Strategy GL - Chapter 6

Creditor!

One’s life is less important than one’s debt. The moment the creditor spoke, Ye Ruoqing, who should have been fighting for her life, instantly became timid. However, she still remembered she was filming. In her panic, she didn’t hear what the director said, let out an “Ah,” pretending to be stabbed, then spun three hundred and sixty degrees before collapsing onto the ground, conveniently sweeping the funeral clothes over herself.

The Two-Yuan Shop boss not only taught her lines but also imparted the skill of playing dead.

The straw mat beside her was secretly lifted by the person lying underneath it. The extra playing Ye Ruoqing’s “biological father” in the movie, his face smeared with soot, whispered to Ye Ruoqing, “Huh, Daughter, are you dead too?”

“…”

“Where did we get to?”

“…”

“I say, Daughter, did you miss your mark? You were supposed to jump out and be stabbed to death, so why are you dying next to me?”

“…”

The corpse comrade was incredibly talkative, so Ye Ruoqing looked up at the sky.

“Break for half an hour, retake!”

The director had no idea what kind of performance this was. Not only did the extras mix up their lines, but even the female lead seemed a little confused. He was a meticulous person. After shouting “NG,” he first talked to the female lead, who said she was tired and needed a rest. Then, he prepared to delve into the situation of the extras, but when he walked over, he found the two extras—one covered with a straw mat and the other with funeral clothes—were chatting happily.

To be precise, the one playing the corpse was chattering non-stop, while the other responded with ellipses throughout. After several exchanges, the ellipse-corpse burst out: “Aren’t you playing a corpse? Why are you talking so much?”

The corpse was very wronged. “I’m tired. Last night’s scene was filmed in the rain until 4 AM. I crawled out of bed at seven this morning for this scene, but luckily, I can sleep for a bit in this role… Shh, lower your voice, don’t let the staff hear. Let me see, where did we get to?”

The corpse lifted the straw mat a little again. Before he could clearly see the situation in front of him, the straw mat suddenly vanished, and the director’s face, dark as the bottom of a wok, peered down:

“You’re fired!”

Ye Ruoqing didn’t know whether to be happy or annoyed that the first person kicked out of the crew wasn’t her. She wanted to find the bald man to ask about the situation, but in a flash, she realized the bald man was gone.

Thanks to Zhao Xin’s presence, the crew could take a breather, so the set was deserted. Actors with nannies’ cars naturally rested inside them, while those without gathered in small groups to chat. Ye Ruoqing had no one familiar, and having just lost face badly, she was too embarrassed to be watched. So, she pulled up her skirt and ran to a corner under an eave, crouching down to gaze at the beauties.

This blockbuster movie had a huge investment, with many big and small stars, and all kinds of beauties were present. For the past few days, with the bald man leading the way, Ye Ruoqing had just followed him around acting. When the bald man told her to run, she ran; when he told her to jump, she jumped. She never cared about the actual content of the scene.

Overall, she wasn’t very interested in the entertainment industry. She only remembered most of the celebrities after Zeng Jie had mentioned them countless times. In Ye Ruoqing’s eyes, ordinary people were categorized as friends, relatives, or passersby, but celebrities were truly only categorized as beautiful and not beautiful.

Most of the beauties walking by the roadside now were likely eighteenth-tier minor roles, all with high nose bridges, big eyes, and small faces, multiplying like mitosis. Ye Ruoqing rubbed her eyes. Thinking of the re-encounter in the scene just now, she couldn’t help but sigh: in an era where cosmetic surgery is so advanced, one must indeed rely on charisma to win. That Iceberg Beauty was different; even though she was also made up to look like Zhao Xin, the difference was huge when they stood together. It was a pity that last time she only saw the lower half of her face, and this time she only saw the upper half. The beauty was separated by clouds; she couldn’t get a good look all at once.

Thinking of this, Ye Ruoqing stood up, deciding to go find that Iceberg Beauty after all. Just now, she was overwhelmed by shame and couldn’t think of anything else, but now the turmoil had subsided, and finding the person had to be the priority—she had to pay back the money.

The creditor had spoken, and it seemed that money was not something she could just give away casually. Ye Ruoqing figured she had earned quite a bit these past few days. She could leave a phone number now and pay her back in a few days once she had saved enough.

She searched the set but didn’t find the person. Instead, she caught another one.

“Hello, do you remember me? The one who sang ‘Little Ducks’ that night.”

Xiao Yuan was running hastily with a stack of documents when a person suddenly darted out, startling her.

“You startled me, rushing around like that. Yes, I remember. I have something to do, so I have to go now. Let’s chat sometime!” Xiao Yuan patted her chest, lifted her legs, and ran again.

“Wait a minute! If you don’t give me your contact information, how can we chat?” Ye Ruoqing could tell Xiao Yuan was busy and didn’t feel right stopping her. As Xiao Yuan ran, she followed.

“Find the Production Manager or the Set Manager!”

“How do I find them?”

“Go ask!”

“Ask them what?”

“Ask them for my contact information!”

“Okay, what’s your name?”

The conversation returned to the starting point. Xiao Yuan answered the questions while running, panting heavily. Ye Ruoqing, however, was full of energy and didn’t even break a sweat. Xiao Yuan stopped, leaned against a pillar by the road, and gasped for breath: “My name is Xiao Yuan.”

“Alright, Little Round Face, I’ve remembered it.”

Xiao Yuan was naturally a round and soft girl, and her round face looked cute, but it was tragic when taking photos with celebrities. Due to her work, she often had to take pictures with those small-faced stars, so the round face had become a thorn in her side.

“Don’t call me Little Round Face!”

“But I’m afraid I won’t remember… I still have to memorize my lines later.” Ye Ruoqing pointed at a group of extras not far away and persuaded Xiao Yuan, “I have a friend I met a few days ago whose name I still don’t know. I just call him Guo Donglin.” (A well-known comedian with a distinctive bald head.)

“…Fine.” To avoid a more unbearable nickname popping out of Ye Ruoqing’s mouth, Xiao Yuan reluctantly accepted the nickname.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

“Not you, but the beautiful woman who was with you that day.”

Xiao Yuan instantly became alert. “Why are you looking for her? If you need anything, contact me.”

Ye Ruoqing said, “To pay back the money. Didn’t she just ask me for it?” Moreover, her ice-cold expression chilled Ye Ruoqing to the bone.

“No need to pay it back.” Xiao Yuan turned and walked away. She had to hurry and deliver the documents to Zhao Xin.

“Actually, I also feel there’s no need to pay it back, but I’m in business, and I believe in money for goods. If you give the money but don’t come to listen to the song, and then come looking for me to complain later, wouldn’t I be losing out?”

Xiao Yuan helplessly turned back. “It was just a thousand yuan.”

A beautiful woman with an upper face slightly resembling Zhao Xin floated past. Ye Ruoqing glanced at the beauty, then leaned closer to Xiao Yuan and whispered, “I know it’s not easy for her to earn money… and to maintain her facade, her consumption must also increase—bags, clothes, and occasionally getting ‘refurbished’ with hyaluronic acid and a nose job or something. Plastic surgery is a pit! There will be many more expenses later on.”

Seeing all the “Zhao Xin faces” on the set, Ye Ruoqing’s mind started racing again. Xiao Yuan grew more and more confused and simply turned away from her, continuing to walk forward.

Just as she took a step, a familiar voice came from behind.

“Who did you just say had plastic surgery?”

“Boss!”

Xiao Yuan happily turned around and quickly handed the documents to Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin, wearing a down jacket, casually flipped through a few pages, closed the document, and handed it back to Xiao Yuan.

This time, she wasn’t covered with a scarf and wasn’t wearing sunglasses. Ye Ruoqing saw Zhao Xin clearly from head to toe. She didn’t realize it until she saw it, and when she did, she was completely stunned.

This was the legendary “mother cell” of mitosis! The real, un-V’d, non-Chaoyang District resident, genuine Zhao Xin.

Ye Ruoqing felt like a complete fool.

“Hi, we meet again.” Ye Ruoqing greeted her guiltily, cold sweat pouring down her back. She rubbed her hands, not even daring to look at Zhao Xin’s cold face, stammering for her phone number. “Could… could you… leave your contact information? I… I-I-I-I need to pay you back.”

“Was it you who said I had plastic surgery?” Zhao Xin asked, crossing her arms.

“It wasn’t really… just… asking? It was written… written… written online. Who knows?” As the words left her mouth, Ye Ruoqing wanted to slap herself. The incoherence was truly terrible.

She must be angry, definitely angry!

Ye Ruoqing secretly glanced at Zhao Xin. Aiya, as expected of the original, she looks beautiful even when angry!

“Want to know?”

“No… no need! I’ll go ask the script supervisor! Ask the producer!” Ye Ruoqing flinched at the icy tone and turned to run away.

“Stop.”

Don’t stop! Ye Ruoqing’s body completely disobeyed her command. The thought “Don’t stop, don’t stop” kept flashing through her mind, but the moment the beauty spoke, all resistance was futile.

Ye Ruoqing cried inwardly; her obsession with beautiful faces was incurable.

“Come here.”

Ye Ruoqing obediently walked over.

Zhao Xin was about the same height as her, wearing a long, crimson dress, her hair pinned up high, exposing her slender neck. Her forehead was smooth, with a floral huadian between her brows, making her look dignified, poised, and devastatingly gorgeous.

Zhao Xin lowered her head slightly. “You can come over and try to see if I really have had plastic surgery.”

Since she offered, Ye Ruoqing couldn’t refuse. She reached out and touched her nose, stammering again: “No… online… newspapers… said yes, so… I… I said online rumors are unreliable.”

“What did the internet say? Where did the internet say I had surgery?”

“Bone… bone-shaving? Chin implant?” Stunned by Zhao Xin’s beautiful eyes, Ye Ruoqing’s mind was a mess, and she blurted out every procedure she could think of.

“You can try them all. If I haven’t, don’t spread rumors everywhere that I’ve had plastic surgery in the future.”

Ye Ruoqing stretched out her hand and touched her chin—so pointy!—then her jawline—her skin was so smooth! She lowered her head and saw a section of Zhao Xin’s collarbone peeking out from under the down jacket, and looking further down…

Xiao Yuan watched wide-eyed as Ye Ruoqing’s hand landed where it shouldn’t have.

“…”

“Let go!”

Zhao Xin hadn’t expected the girl in front of her to be so bold. At her low reprimand, Ye Ruoqing finally snapped back to consciousness, blushing as she pulled her hand back.

“No br3ast augmentation…”

“Then remember what I just said.” Zhao Xin wrapped her down jacket tightly and called Xiao Yuan over. “Get back to the car. I have something to tell you.”

Xiao Yuan nodded and followed, bumping Ye Ruoqing with her elbow as she passed. “Why are you so terrible with words? You immediately stepped on our Boss’s landmine! After she even gave you money and tried to warn you!”

It was Ye Ruoqing’s first close contact with a big-name beauty—she touched her little face and even brushed her chest. Ye Ruoqing felt dizzy, as if she was about to be drowned in pink bubbles.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yuan instantly extinguished her with a bucket of cold water.

A thousand yuan!

The happiness vanished. Ye Ruoqing was instantly enraged. Wasn’t it just a thousand yuan? You’re allowed to step on my landmine, but I’m not allowed to step on yours? Looking at Zhao Xin’s noble and cold back, Ye Ruoqing’s neutral impression of her worsened again. Some people are just pretty, but the things they say are infuriating.

She absolutely had to pay the money back! The debtor never has the right to speak. Once she paid it back, let’s see what right Zhao Xin had to be noble and cold in front of her!