Acting as the Movie Queen Love Rival’s Golden Finger GL - Chapter 3

Seeing that she did not answer for a long while, Song Jianyin thought, So it really is like that. Her expression grew more serious. “Members of the Song family must not bully others by relying on our power. Do you understand?”

This question was very easy to answer. Song Jianzhi nodded like a chick pecking rice. She even wanted to say that she was preparing to turn over a new leaf, reform herself, and from now on devote herself to supporting Ming Xu so she could ascend to the throne of Movie Queen as soon as possible and obtain permanent residency in the Jinjiang mini-world. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Song Jianyin looked at her younger sister’s palm-sized face. When she was behaving obediently like this, she reminded Song Jianyin of the younger sister from childhood, pretty as a doll.

Then she remembered that her younger sister had spent all these years overseas alone. In the end, Song Jianyin’s heart softened. After thinking it over, she said, “You’re grown up now. I can’t always make decisions for you.”

“You previously said you wanted to enter the entertainment industry. I agree.”

Song Jianzhi: Hm?

She looked utterly confused.

Song Jianyin picked up a thick document envelope by her hand and handed it to her. From the fact that it could sit on top of a stack of documents thick enough to weigh down a brick, one could glimpse just how much attention Song Jianyin paid to her younger sister.

Completely at a loss, Song Jianzhi reached out to take it while frantically searching through her memories.

Song Jianyin said lightly, “These are the materials for the family’s entertainment company. You’ve just returned to the country. If you want to go play around in the entertainment industry, that’s fine. Several directors’ new scripts are inside. Pick one. They’ll all give the Song family some face.”

Song Jianzhi carried the document envelope back to her room and only then dug out, from the memories of half a month ago, the original owner’s request for her sister to send her into the entertainment industry.

But this matter had never been mentioned in the novel at all. Song Jianzhi did not debut. Presumably, Song Jianyin had grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, leaving her no choice but to obediently bully others through power instead.

Song Jianzhi pounded her own waist and said, “Have I unlocked the entertainment industry side route?”

The system said cordially, “The host possesses the right to choose independently. Fate changes in countless ways. The original development of the mini-world can only be used as a reference.”

Song Jianzhi nodded, put down the document envelope, and went to take a proper shower.

As she washed, she even chatted with the system, her tone full of pained accusation mixed with flaunting. “What Sister Ming Xu and I did last night—could that even be called bathing? Huh? At most, that was playing in the water.”

The system looked at a pile of mosaics loudly running its mouth over there and immediately offered up a panda-head meme: Hurry up and shut your mouth already.jpg

Song Jianzhi hummed a song as she washed herself clean, then went back to bed to catch up on sleep. She slept straight through until past one in the afternoon before waking up, refreshed and clear-headed, and going downstairs to hunt for food.

The housekeeper had long since prepared all of Song Jianzhi’s favorite dishes.

Song Jianzhi was not picky and ate very happily. The only thing was that Song Jianyin was nowhere to be seen. When she asked Uncle Li, she learned that after seeing her that morning, Song Jianyin had gone to the company.

Sister really was very busy.

Since her sister could do it, then the younger sister could do it too.

Time to start work!

After eating and drinking her fill, Song Jianzhi nestled comfortably into the lounge chair on the small balcony and opened the document envelope.

On top was a copy of the entertainment company’s information. Song Jianzhi remembered that the Song family had started out in industry and was involved in many fields. The entertainment side was not considered particularly outstanding.

But when Song Jianzhi focused and looked—

She said uncertainly, “Isn’t Xinghan one of the three companies standing on equal footing with Ming Xu’s company in the novel?”

The system confirmed it. “Yes. Xiwang, Bole, and Xinghan are the three giants of the domestic entertainment industry. Ming Xu is currently an artist under Xiwang.”

Song Jianzhi said thoughtfully, “No wonder, after Wei Xiao took over the Song family’s businesses in the book, he forced Ming Xu to transfer to Xinghan.”

Inside the materials, the private contact information of the company’s senior executives and several top-tier managers was all complete. Song Jianzhi flipped through it and then put it down. Her phone had been lost, and she had already asked Uncle Li to get it replaced, so she couldn’t contact anyone right now anyway.

Song Jianzhi picked up the scripts. There were three in total. After she laid them out in a row, the one in the middle instantly drew her attention. “Whoa! Isn’t this Sister Ming Xu’s white moonlight?”

Don’t Believe There Is No Fate was the last novel by the famous writer Elder Hu to be adapted for film or television.

The reason it became the universally acknowledged white moonlight of Ming Xu’s career was, first, because Ming Xu herself loved Elder Hu’s works very much. After missing out on this project due to scheduling conflicts, she never again had the chance to participate in any film or television adaptation of Elder Hu’s works, and she regarded it as a lifelong regret.

Second, Elder Hu himself later mentioned in an interview that when they were casting, he felt Ming Xu was the actress whose appearance and aura best suited the female lead. It was only after Ming Xu missed the chance to take part that they chose the actress He Xilan instead. His words carried quite a bit of regret.

Needless to say, any setback in the female lead’s career had to be the result of the male lead and supporting female characters making trouble behind the scenes.

Song Jianzhi recalled the plot, picked up the script titled Don’t Believe There Is No Fate, and said solemnly, “My chance to perform has arrived. Song Jianzhi, charge!”

Ming Xu had her assistant, Li Man, bring over a change of clothes, then went to the company.

Xiwang occupied an entire building. She walked into the company wearing a white suit, her loose shoulder-length hair resting simply against her shoulders. Her eyes were pale, her lips were nude-colored, and her brows were cold and sharp. She did not look sideways, her posture perfectly straight.

Even merely walking past made the receptionists and colleagues, who were used to seeing celebrities big and small, fall silent, their breathing unconsciously lightening.

Inside her manager Pei Zishu’s office.

Ming Xu knocked and entered. Pei Zishu was speaking quietly on the phone and only looked up when she saw her arrive.

“Sister Pei,” Li Man greeted obediently first. She helped Ming Xu sit down, then attentively brought over a glass of plain water.

Pei Zishu glanced at the two of them. In the end, she gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone, then opened her mouth and asked, “What happened?”

Ming Xu quietly drank her water. Li Man pretended not to know. “Nothing happened.”

“Don’t give me that.” Pei Zishu glared at her.

“Don’t even think about hiding it from me,” Pei Zishu said with certainty.

Li Man trembled with fear. D-did Sister Pei already know?

Heaven knew that when she had gone to the hotel that morning to pick up her artist and saw that chaotic bed, her old face had turned red.

Sister Ming Xu, who had always been pure-hearted, free of desire, and wholeheartedly devoted her life to acting, had actually broken her abstinence!

Ming Xu leaned back leisurely, lifted her chin toward Pei Zishu, and asked, “What do you know?”

Pei Zishu shook her phone. “Starting last night, people have been sending me messages. More than a dozen WeChat groups exploded, all saying you’d been entangled by that troublesome young miss of the Song family.”

“This is a society ruled by law now, so I don’t think she’d dare do anything to you. But why haven’t you replied to any messages? And why was your phone turned off?”

Without changing expression, Ming Xu said, “It ran out of battery.”

Pei Zishu said, “In any case, it’s good that nothing happened. Compared with those actresses targeting you, you should just tolerate this kind of young miss who grew up inside the treasure basin of a God of Wealth’s household. In any case, you don’t like Wei Xiao. Before, she was overseas and believed every rumor she heard. Now that she’s back in the country, after some time passes, she’ll understand—”

Pei Zishu was rambling on, but when she turned her head, she saw that Li Man’s face was both pale and red, looking terribly lively. She asked strangely, “Xiao Man?”

Ming Xu glanced at Li Man.

Li Man shook her head violently. “Nothing, nothing.”

Pei Zishu’s gaze circled between Ming Xu and Li Man, and she asked doubtfully, “Could Song Jianzhi really have bullied you?”

Ming Xu seemed to think of something. She gave a light laugh and said, “No.”

Pei Zishu was half-convinced and half-suspicious.

Li Man felt like her mind had been dragged through hell.

Sister Pei, you guessed in the wrong direction!

Miss Song probably slept with your artist!

Author’s Note:

The script title “Don’t Believe There Is No Fate” comes from an accessory in the large-scale dress-up game JX3.

Accessory name: How Much Sorrow. Written on it in yellow characters: “Though a thousand obstacles stand in the way, I do not believe there is no fate.”

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