Tác giả: Thần Niên
Edit: xanhngocbich
“Last night on the red carpet, Zhao Qingyin wore TN’s high-end jewelry, outshining everyone. It’s suspected she’s TN’s first spokesperson for the Asia-Pacific region.”
Wen Ding finished reading the hot search headline and thrust the tablet under Fu Yousheng’s nose. “Look, just look! The brand clearly agreed to let you two compete fairly, but what happened? They lent her an entire set of jewelry, and you only got a pair of earrings—and outdated ones at that!”
Wen Ding took a deep breath. As a professional manager, he always had to maintain his composure.
Three seconds later.
Damn it, he couldn’t stay calm.
Wen Ding couldn’t suppress his anger. “What the hell is fair about this? It’s clearly just a stepping stone for Zhao Qingyin to climb over!”
Zhao Qingyin and Fu Yousheng were both newcomers, so competition for resources was natural. But back then, while still a senior in college, Fu Yousheng had been personally selected by Director Xu, who came to the film academy to cast actors, to play the female lead in a major IP historical drama. Her debut was nothing short of spectacular; she shot to fame overnight with that series, and her image as a cheongsam beauty became iconic, even earning her the title of “the most beautiful cheongsam wearer in showbiz.” In comparison, Zhao Qingyin, who had gained popularity by attracting fans from a reality show, was indeed a bit less famous.
Because of this, Zhao Qingyin’s team often played dirty tricks and slandered Fu Yousheng. Minor troubles were one thing, but if even TN’s endorsement deal was snatched away now, Fu Yousheng would be completely overshadowed by Zhao Qingyin in the entertainment industry.
Thinking of Fu Yousheng being suppressed by a talentless pretty face in the future, unable to ever rise again, Wen Ding was so angry he could barely breathe.
Fu Yousheng sat before her makeup mirror, her eyelashes slightly lowered, glancing at the Weibo hot search on the tablet.
What met her eyes was a comparison post highlighting the stark contrast between Zhao Qingyin and her on the red carpet.
The photos focused on the jewelry each wore, even exaggeratedly circled in red pen.
Top comments:
—— Zhao Qingyin is a vision of earthly splendor! That yellow cutout dress and the full set of TN jewelry are absolutely stunning, my cool and beautiful star! I just want to know who gave Fu Yousheng the courage to compete for an endorsement with our precious flower, relying on those ‘precious’ simple earrings?
Fu Yousheng withdrew her gaze, indifferently taking off her diamond earrings and placing them casually on the dressing table. “Oh…”
Oh???
Seeing Fu Yousheng’s unconcerned reaction, Wen Ding sighed. “Tell me, you’re prettier than her, have a better figure than her, your acting skills are better than hers, and you have more representative works than her. Don’t you want to know why the brand chose her?”
Phó Ấu Sanh slightly raised her arched brows, her captivating eyes finally turning to Văn Đình, but her gaze was like looking at an idiot: “Besides capital, who else has this kind of power?”
“……”
Văn Đình choked for a moment under her contemptuous gaze, feeling even more exasperated by her lack of drive:
“You also know this is the power of capital?”
“Normally, when I ask you to attend a dinner party, to meet people at an event, you act as if I’m asking for your life.”
“If only you had a little ambition, would Triệu Thanh Âm be able to walk all over you like this?”
…………
In the lounge, there was no sound other than Văn Đình’s incessant nagging.
Phó Ấu Sanh listened calmly, wiping off the red lipstick that the makeup artist had applied for her magazine cover shoot.
Under the dazzling lights, the woman’s slender, porcelain-white fingertips held a golden lipstick tube. She lightly applied a thin layer of dusty rose lipstick, and her originally enchanting appearance immediately softened by several degrees.
It was a simple action, yet she performed it with an air of unparalleled elegance.
Satisfied with her makeup in the mirror, Phó Ấu Sanh replied indifferently to her agent: “I don’t attend dinner parties because I have social anxiety.”
“……” Social anxiety, my ass.
Seeing her seriously spouting nonsense, Văn Đình tiredly waved his hand. “Forget it. For that endorsement deal, I’ll discuss it with the company again. I really can’t let Triệu Thanh Âm step all over you and rise to power.”
Văn Đình sat on the sofa, watching Phó Ấu Sanh’s graceful, enchanting figure, feeling an even greater sense of regret in his heart.
“What kind of ‘cold and elegant flower of wealth’ is Triệu Thanh Âm anyway? My Phó Ấu Sanh is the true enchantress of the human world. Her beauty and aura radiate from her very bones. If they really wanted to ‘battle,’ just appearing in the same frame, Phó Ấu Sanh would absolutely defeat Triệu Thanh Âm in a matter of seconds.”
However…
Văn Đình sighed, looking at Phó Ấu Sanh’s beautiful face. Beautiful, yes, but when she spoke, she could infuriate people to death.
Văn Đình gave up trying to persuade her.
Glancing at a sharp, beautiful photo of Triệu Thanh Âm on his tablet, he suddenly remembered something. He lowered his voice and gossiped with Phó Ấu Sanh: “Oh right, do you know who’s backing Triệu Thanh Âm?”
“Buzz…”
Just then, Phó Ấu Sanh’s phone suddenly vibrated.
She picked up her phone from the table, casually reading a WeChat message while answering Văn Đình: “Who is it?”
Văn Đình was a little excited: “Yin Mo!”
“It’s the big boss of the venture capital world, Yin Mo!!”
“Tsk, I didn’t expect such a big shot to like someone like Triệu Thanh Âm.”
Yin Mo’s life story could be summarized in two words – Legendary! Flawless!
His IQ was exceptionally high. Even before graduating, he received an invitation from Stanford University Graduate School of Business. He completed the program in a short time, achieving outstanding results and demonstrating excellent practical capabilities. This laid the foundation for his future investment career, a path he navigated without a single misstep.
His investment strategies were precise to the point of ruthlessness. In just a few short years, from media companies to tech firms, it could be said that nearly half of the major international corporations bore his mark.
Later, he founded Sheng Jing Capital himself and quickly made a name for himself domestically.
It wasn't until last year, when Yin Mo attended an international business forum and a group photo with other business leaders was leaked, that Yin Mo's image gradually shifted from financial and economic magazines to news outlets and entertainment media.
Based purely on his looks, he captured the hearts of countless young women. He was hailed as the most handsome man in the world of capital. The moment he appeared, he instantly became the ultimate eligible bachelor from a prestigious family, coveted by every female celebrity, truly unparalleled.
Meanwhile, upon hearing Wen Ting's words, Fu You Sheng's eyelashes fluttered twice.
Her gaze landed on the WeChat contact at the top of her screen – YM.
YM: [Coming home tonight]
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the phone's slim frame. Her polished fingernails were almost white.
Then she turned off her phone, stood up, and said, "If work's done for today, I'm heading home."
Wen Ting glanced at his watch. It was only four in the afternoon.
"Why are you going home so early?"
The magazine had prepared a party for tonight. Although it wasn't one of the Big Five fashion magazines, it was considered a top-tier fashion publication. It had also given Fu You Sheng two cover features, so attending a dinner out of courtesy was normal social etiquette.
However, since her debut, Fu You Sheng rarely participated in such social events. Despite being a celebrity, she was like someone with social anxiety. The moment work finished, she couldn't wait to rush home.
Fu You Sheng's expression was placid. She replied matter-of-factly, "What else is there to do at home? Just sleep."
Wen Ting's conditioned reflex kicked in: "Sleep with your husband?"
Fu You Sheng stared at him, speechless. "........"
Since when did "go to sleep" become an "action movie"?
Wen Ting quickly reacted, clearing his throat. Then he sighed, "Tell me, you're a famous celebrity, yet you've already buried your career alive at such a young age. What on earth are you thinking?"
The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken Wen Ting felt!
He had worked in this industry for over a decade. He had launched a few male stars and at least eight or ten female stars, but none of them had become top-tier artists. As he was about to turn 35, he finally, with great difficulty, spotted Fu You Sheng. She had the looks, the talent, the acting skills – everything one could ask for. She clearly had immense potential to become a top celebrity, yet she had one fatal flaw: early marriage.
Fu You Sheng started walking away, saying, "An early grave means an early rebirth."
Văn Ding's eyelids twitched, and he said angrily, "Now that you mention it, you entered this industry in your third year of university, and I've been with you for three years, yet I've never once seen your husband's face. When you were filming, I never saw him visit the set, and video calls are rare. What's the point of keeping a husband like that?"
What's the point of keeping him?
Fu Yousheng silently pondered for a few seconds.
Her small face looked seriously at Văn Ding: "You're absolutely right."
Fu Yousheng's serious expression made Văn Ding become serious too: "...What did I just say? What was I right about?"
Fu Yousheng walked straight out and replied nonchalantly, "A husband like that is only good for sleeping with."
"Pfft..."
Văn Ding almost choked to death on his own saliva.
This actress, could she please stop making people choke to death without any repercussions?
*
The photoshoot location was far away, at a manor in the suburbs of Beicheng, and it took at least an hour and a half to drive back to the city center.
By the time the nanny van arrived at the Luoha Gongguan villa complex, known as Beicheng's wealthy district, it was already dusk outside. The twilight was gradually covered by layers of clouds, revealing scattered rays of light.
In the twilight, Fu Yousheng pushed open the door and entered the house. The interior of the villa was high-end and luxurious. The dominant color of the decor was light blue, very understated, but the vase casually placed in the entryway was an antique.
The living room was clean and deserted as always, with no sign of human presence.
Fu Yousheng quietly took off her high heels and stepped onto the cold floor with her fair, bare feet.
She had clearly lived with Yin Mo since university, and her bridal room after marriage was also here, yet she still felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Thinking of Yin Mo returning home after a month-long business trip, Fu Yousheng walked towards the kitchen.
Skillfully, she prepared three savory dishes and one soup.
She didn't know when it started, but every time he returned from a business trip, she would personally cook a dinner to welcome him home.
The delicious fresh fish soup filled the air with its aroma. Fu Yousheng watched the white steam rise, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
It seemed that—after so many years, many things had become habits.
7:30 PM.
Fu Yousheng was still wearing the champagne-colored, long-hemmed dress from the magazine shoot, her makeup elegant and alluring. Watching the warmth of the food on the table gradually disappear, she pressed the speed dial button on her phone.
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
After three rings, someone picked up.
"What time are you coming home?"
Fu Yousheng's face was expressionless, but her tone was intentionally soft and gentle as she asked.
The next second.
The man's magnetic and cold voice reached her ears like an electric current: "I have something to do tonight, so I'll be home a bit late. You go to sleep first."
Fu Yousheng's full red lips parted, just as she was about to speak.
Suddenly, a clear and alluring female voice rang out from the phone: "President Yin~"
The drawn-out tone was ambiguous and lingering.
Fu Yousheng felt that this female voice sounded somewhat familiar.
After two seconds of thought, she suddenly remembered.
It seemed to be... Zhao Qingyin's voice.
So this was what he was busy with tonight?
Fu Yousheng pressed her lips together, her gaze gradually turning cold.
Earlier that afternoon, she had accidentally wiped off her rose-colored lipstick, revealing the original red lip color that made her entire demeanor sharp and cold.
Fu Aosheng scoffed, too lazy to feign gentleness. "Mr. Yin has been on a business trip for a month, and he's forgotten his duties as a husband."
After saying that, Fu Aosheng didn't give Yin Mo a chance to respond and hung up directly.
Fu Aosheng couldn't control the emotions on her face. Thinking of Zhao Qingyin's voice on the phone just now, she had originally dismissed Wen Ting's claim that Yin Mo was Zhao Qingyin's backer as pure nonsense. Now, it seemed, there was no smoke without fire.
Fu Aosheng opened her phone and changed all of Yin Mo's contact notes to – Dog Yin.
It still wasn't enough to vent her anger.
Fu Aosheng's gaze fell on the pile of food, now almost cold.
Every single dish was dumped into the trash can.
Even if she threw it all away, she wouldn't let Dog Yin eat it!
That dog of a man, who didn't uphold his duties as a husband, didn't deserve to eat.
Fu Aosheng got out of the bathtub in less than half an hour, half an hour earlier than usual. Mainly, she felt the bathwater had turned green, and she had no interest in staying.
Steam rose in the bathroom. The woman stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her graceful and alluring figure fully revealed through the hazy mist.
Fu Aosheng had a beautiful bone structure: a swan neck, perfectly proportioned shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs. Her bust was also beautiful and perfect. Therefore, she often wore cheongsams, which demand an extremely high standard of figure, to fully accentuate her physique.
Thinking of tonight's phone call with Yin Mo, Fu Aosheng didn't wear the flimsy nightgowns he had prepared, designed to be easily removed, torn, and used for "intimacy." Instead, she wrapped herself up completely. If it weren't summer and nightgowns didn't have high collars, she would have hated not being able to cover her entire neck, not revealing an inch of skin.
She also conveniently bolted the bedroom door.
The moment Fu Aosheng closed her eyes, images of Yin Mo and Zhao Qingyin immediately appeared.
In her mind, Zhao Qingyin's bone-chillingly seductive "CEO Yin" echoed endlessly.
She had originally thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but perhaps because her body was too tired, she gradually drifted off.
She didn't even hear the sound of the bolted bedroom door being opened.
"Mmm—"
In the darkness, Fu Aosheng felt a familiar breath draw near. Her body habitually snuggled into the other person's firm chest.
Her slender and delicate waist was immediately encircled by a pair of warm hands.
Fu Aosheng unconsciously opened her eyes. In the dim yellow light of the small bedside lamp, what met her eyes were the man's silent gaze.
From high school until now, she and Yin Mo had been together for nine years. She had never once seen this man lose his composure, no matter what happened.
Even during their intimate moments, his eyes remained as calm as ever.
Seeing her awake, the man leaned down just then. His thin lips brushed against her soft, dark hair, then paused at her lips.
Fu Aosheng suddenly caught a faint scent of women's perfume on him and immediately snapped out of her dazed state of intimacy.
Resisting, she turned her head away, avoiding his thin lips that were about to touch her. "I'm not in the mood tonight."
"..."
Yin Mo's movements paused. He lowered his gaze and looked at her for a long time.
Seeing the woman's lowered eyelashes and her evident displeasure, it was clear she wasn't merely playing hard to get.
Phó Ấu Sanh lay sideways on the bed, watching him stand up.
The man casually pulled down his tie, tossing it onto the sofa beside the bed. His hands unbuttoned his shirt, each finger joint distinct, truly exquisite.
Seeing him say nothing, merely shedding his clothes and indifferently turning to walk into the bathroom, Phó Ấu Sanh's gaze fell upon his perfect form. She asked faintly, "Every time you come home, is it just to sleep with me?"