The Trash A Really Doesn't Want to Go Viral [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 5

When the knock came at the door, Yu Youqing was solemnly telling Tiantian that what she had said earlier was true. Her intention was to dissuade Tiantian from foolishly attempting to ask Jiang Musheng for a dress.

As for the truthfulness of her words… well, let’s say about sixty percent.

It was true that she would be speechless upon seeing Jiang Musheng—but not because her heart would race, but because of guilt. After their last two encounters, she could already sense that Jiang Musheng seemed rather indifferent toward her.

She was indeed a good person, though.

Given the kindness Jiang Musheng had shown by giving her some screen time earlier, Yu Youqing didn’t hesitate to award her the “good person” card.

“Come in.”

Yang Yang peeked in, politely greeting her first, “Teacher Yu.”

Though Yu Youqing had debuted long ago, she was still quite young. While she could technically be addressed as “Teacher,” she always felt the title made her seem much older than she was. So she said, “No need to be so formal. Did Teacher Jiang need something?”

Recognizing her as Jiang Musheng’s assistant, Yang Yang switched to a more casual tone and delivered the prepared explanation, “Sister Youqing, this spare dress from Teacher Jiang was one that the brand sent over but didn’t make the final cut. If you don’t mind, you could try it on—the size should fit.”

“Why was it rejected?”

Yu Youqing knew this was standard treatment for A-list actresses. Brands were practically falling over themselves to have Jiang Musheng wear their clothes, sending over the latest collections without her even needing to request them. Those that didn’t make the cut were either returned or left to gather dust in the wardrobe forever.

Yang Yang lied without batting an eye, “The size was too small.”

That was impossible.

If a brand specifically sent over a dress that wasn’t custom-fitted, it would be a fatal mistake. Yang Yang had no idea why her boss had instructed her to bring this particular dress for Yu Youqing, but she didn’t dare ask.

Tiantian immediately sighed in relief. “Thank you, Teacher Jiang! She’s truly a living bodhisattva! We’ll have to thank her properly in person when we get the chance.”

As she said this, Tiantian subtly pressed down on Yu Youqing’s hand, afraid she might blurt out some indifferent, “no need” kind of response.

Yang Yang smiled. “No need for thanks. I’ll take my leave now.”

After expressing her gratitude, Yu Youqing marveled at her own stroke of luck.

Truly, when one door closes, another opens. Teacher Jiang really was a saint!

But when she finished changing into the dress, her certainty about her good fortune wavered slightly.

While waiting for Yu Youqing to emerge, Tiantian had been scrolling on her phone. The moment she heard footsteps, the screen reflected a soft halo of light, and when she looked up, she froze.

“…Holy sh1t.”

It was so breathtaking that only a national expletive could do it justice.

The silver body-hugging gown fit Yu Youqing’s figure flawlessly, accentuating every graceful curve. The deep-V back revealed elegant shoulder blades, while the cinched waist and straight shoulders shimmered with a natural, liquid radiance as she moved.

Unless she was mistaken, this was one of the season’s most coveted limited-edition pieces from a top luxury brand. Known for its ethereal glow that made the wearer shine like moonlight wherever they went, netizens had dubbed it the “Moonlight Gown.”

This was something others couldn’t even borrow if they tried.

Yu Youqing twirled in place, satisfied yet puzzled. “Teacher Jiang actually left such a beautiful dress untouched instead of wearing it herself?”

“It just shows how truly famous Teacher Jiang is,” Tian Tian gushed with starry eyes. “Others can’t even borrow these dresses, yet she casually sets them aside. Sis, you need to get famous quickly too—then we could shred dresses like these for paper crafts without a second thought!”

Yu Youqing chuckled wryly.

Could Jiang Musheng read minds? Had she somehow overheard Yu’s mental “nice person” card? This timely assistance felt almost miraculous.

Though come to think of it, Jiang hadn’t delivered the dress personally—her assistant had. This was probably just a trivial favor for someone of Jiang’s status. Had it been anyone else in need, Jiang might have extended the same kindness.

This realization eased Yu’s nervous flutterings. Now she felt she could thank Jiang properly without overthinking it. Maybe even ask for a commemorative photo—that would satisfy the company’s expectations too.

Her extended makeup session meant she emerged just as group photos were being arranged. Celebrities jostled for position, with Jiang Musheng naturally claiming center stage before others dared approach. Knowing her place as a “has-been trying to revive her career,” Yu discreetly took her spot at the far edge.

Yet her dress commanded attention regardless.

The moonlit gown swayed hypnotically with every step, fitting like a second skin. Its understated elegance paradoxically amplified Yu’s striking features—a deadly combination of softness and allure.

Envious and bewildered gazes tracked her movements. How had Yu Youqing, of all people, obtained this legendary dress?

Yu stood gracefully under scrutiny, radiating quiet brilliance from her humble corner without competing for spotlight. The collective attention even redirected cameras toward her.

From the second row, Liang Yitang’s eyes burned crimson at the sight.

Impossible! Yu was the only one who’d changed outfits—what calculated maneuvering! Liang had underestimated her; who’d have thought this washed-up star could arrange a backup dress?

Then she noticed Yu’s searching gaze—was she looking at Jiang Musheng?

Aha! Liang immediately understood. Everyone in this industry sought shortcuts, and attaching oneself to Jiang was the ultimate fast track.

But really—did Yu think she stood a chance? Countless had tried and failed to latch onto Jiang’s coattails. What made her think she could even catch Jiang’s attention?

Unaware of the mental storms she’d stirred, Yu simply wondered why the photos hadn’t started yet.

Her eyes drifted to Jiang Musheng standing four rows away at center stage.

Teacher Jiang truly embodied the ideal alpha presence.

In just these few minutes, Yu Youqing couldn’t stand still properly, her gaze drifting around to take in the surroundings while also keeping an eye on the camera positions.

But Jiang Musheng was different—standing there quietly and aloof, her posture tall and slender to the extreme. She didn’t need to look for the cameras; the cameras naturally sought her out.

Moreover, when Yu Youqing had made her grand entrance earlier, Jiang Musheng hadn’t even glanced her way. It seemed this matter truly held no significance in Jiang Musheng’s mind.

The photographer looked through the lens and marveled at Yu Youqing’s stunning beauty.

In the zoomed-out frame, her good looks stood out even more. In this shot, Yu Youqing and Jiang Musheng were the most eye-catching. The only pity was… the two were standing so far apart.

Just as he was lamenting this internally, a staff member arrived: “Hey! Isn’t Yu Youqing wearing Moly’s new collection? How can she be placed so far to the side? Moly is one of the event sponsors—we can’t afford to slight them like this! Quickly rearrange the positions!”

“!”

Staff soon approached Yu Youqing as well, their attitude exceedingly polite.

“Teacher Yu, why are you standing here? Your spot is over there.” The staff member pointed to the second row.

Yu Youqing: “Huh?” She was baffled. Was she really allowed to move from the fifth row to the second row?

When she was led to the second row, by sheer coincidence, her seat was right next to Liang Yitang’s.

Liang Yitang’s face turned green with anger. Though Yu Youqing didn’t know why her position had been changed last minute, seeing Liang Yitang seething silently gave her a rather satisfying feeling.

And diagonally in front of her was… well, the back of Jiang Musheng’s beautiful head.

If she hadn’t seen it for herself, it would have been hard to believe—how could someone’s back of the head be this good-looking? Just seeing it lifted her mood.

If Tiantian knew she was this close to Jiang Musheng, she’d probably faint from joy.

The only thing that could make this more perfect was if Liang Yitang would stop chirping in her ear.

The moment Yu Youqing arrived, Liang Yitang lowered her voice to whisper: “You? Dreaming about Teacher Jiang? Don’t overestimate yourself! Are you even worthy?”

What a nutcase.

No point arguing with idiots.

Yu Youqing was in a good mood, so she couldn’t be bothered to engage. If this were her pre-rebirth self—the one who loved stirring up drama—she would have argued with Liang Yitang until her head fell off.

But now, older and wiser, she couldn’t be bothered. Survival was more important, thank you very much.

Yu Youqing perfunctorily said: “Yeah, yeah, sure.””

Liang Yitang snapped: “How dare you agree? Let me tell you—”

The photographer called out: “Everyone, get ready! We’re starting the shoot!”

Yu Youqing’s ears finally got a moment of peace.

Originally, she’d planned to thank Jiang Musheng after the photoshoot, but given the circumstances—and Liang Yitang’s elementary-school-level determination to keep yapping—Yu Youqing decisively made her exit the moment the shoot ended, heading straight for the least crowded staff passage leading to the exit.

It wasn’t until she neared the exit that Yu Youqing realized she’d left earlier than planned—Tiantian probably thought she was still at the shoot. Who knew she’d slip away this fast, like an office worker clocking out the second her shift ended.

Feeling the chill in the air, she shivered slightly and decided to wait a few more minutes here.

Unexpectedly, Liang Yitang, who had emerged from another VIP exit, strutted up to her like a peacock, lifting her chin arrogantly as if to flaunt her superiority.

What now? Yu Youqing had been standing in the cold for a while, and her patience was wearing thin.

Liang Yitang sneered, “I wasn’t finished earlier. Don’t overestimate yourself, got it? What kind of person is Teacher Jiang? How dare you try to cozy up to her? An omega like you, who climbed her way up by selling herself, has no right to even approach Teacher Jiang. Looking for clout, huh?”

Yu Youqing shot back, “You sure love to yap. With that kind of eloquence, why be an entertainer? Go chant sutras instead.”

“You—!” Liang Yitang glared at her, laughing in anger. “Whatever! Whether it’s clout-chasing or attention-seeking, Teacher Jiang would never spare you a second glance!”

“Oh, and you’d know?” A mischievous thought flickered in Yu Youqing’s mind. She glanced down at her dress and shifted her tone. “Aren’t you curious how I got a spare dress? Teacher Jiang is so kind—she just gave me this beautiful gown. And she’s so stunning and sweet, how could anyone not like her? My heart races just seeing her stand in front of me. Besides… how do you know Teacher Jiang wouldn’t be interested in me?”

She delivered the words with bold confidence, grinning so freely she almost convinced herself.

After all, Jiang Musheng wasn’t here—she could say whatever she wanted.

Liang Yitang was stunned for a couple of seconds, about to explode with a retort—”Yu Youqing, you’re so full of yourself!”—when her assistant called her over to attend to some fans.

With a cold snort, she finally walked away.

Yu Youqing raised an indifferent eyebrow, but then—she suddenly felt a gaze lingering on her back.

Maybe it was the cold wind seeping in, but a shiver ran down her spine. She turned around—

And there, leaning against the doorway, was that tall, elegant figure. Gone was the poised posture from the red carpet—now relaxed, almost lazily watching her.

For how long, she didn’t know.

How much had… she heard?

The moment Yu Youqing met those eyes, her mind exploded like thunder, blanking out completely.

If she claimed now that everything she’d just said was nonsense—

Would it… still be in time?