Chapter 97: Highly Unlikely

She was a manager— not a celebrity— and managers did not have to look after their own figures.

“We should take a photo.” Yi Ling got her phone out and promptly snapped a photo. Yan Huan looked up at just the right time with her best, most natural smile, thanks to her years of experience before the camera. It was a breathtaking sight.

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“It’s perfect!” Yi Ling peered at the photo on her phone. “I don’t even have to photoshop it! My Huanhuan is absolutely gorgeous, her natural, makeup-free face is so much prettier than all the aging movie stars out there. Watch out everyone, my lovely Huanhuan’s a rising star! She’s a legend in the making!”

Yi Ling had complete confidence in Yan Huan. Why? Because she was her Huanhuan, perfect in every way!

She uploaded the photo to Weibo, and sighed when she saw that her beautiful Huanhuan still did not have a single follower on Weibo.

But that was okay; they had just started on their showbiz journey, after all. The only role that had showed Yan Huan’s face so far was that of the Little Golden Silkworm in The Story of a Supernatural Chivalrous World. But that show had not been a major hit: the main characters had received only a tiny boost in popularity after the show. So what would happen for Yan Huan, who was barely even in it? But that would soon be remedied, as soon as Love and Tribulations wrapped up, her Huanhuan would have plenty of screentime.

Just then, dinner was served. Yi Ling tossed her phone carelessly to one side and picked up her chopsticks to dig in. She ate quickly and eagerly, her complete and undivided attention on the dishes before her. She was the type to forget everything the moment delicious food was involved.

As for Yan Huan, she ate distractedly, without actually tasting what she was eating. She picked at the vegetables in her bowl, her long eyelashes obscuring the uncertainty in her eyes.

In the following days, Yan Huan did her best to stay at home in the early mornings and late afternoons to avoid bumping into Lu Yi during his commute to and from work. This was possible because she was waiting to audition for Director Jin’s Journey to Fairyland, and did not have anything else lined up in the meantime. She didn’t have to report to the agency for the time being, either.

She stayed inside her apartment whenever possible. At first, the thought of bumping into Lu Yi was enough to turn her into a nervous wreck, but as the days passed, she began to calm down.

Now, two weeks later, she was finally able to relax.

She felt a little silly for over-reacting. It would be highly unlikely for her to bump into him again.

They had nothing in common, after all. There seemed no logical reason for the universe to throw them together again and again. Fate had given the two of them only the most tenuous of connections.

Even if they bumped into each other again, it was extremely unlikely for them to be tied together by the string of fate.

The Love and Tribulations production crew called to inform her that they had just wrapped up shooting and would be holding a wrap party to celebrate. Director Jin would be treating everyone to dinner out of his own pocket, and all the principal actors were expected to attend. Yan Huan had already received her invitation.

Although Hong Yao had minimal screen time throughout the show, she was the essence of the plot, the linchpin holding the entire story together. The character was extremely important to Director Jin, and Yan Huan, by extension, was not just a minor supporting actor in his eyes. He had personally invited her to the party as soon as the date had been set.

“How about this?” Yi Ling picked out a red dress from the closet. This was the nicest looking dress in Yan Huan’s closet, as they were showbiz newbies and did not have any endorsement deals with fashion brands yet. But Yan Huan had a respectable wardrobe all the same; she had a keen eye for fashion, and many of the items in her closet were gifts from her good friend, Yue Ran. In her past life, she had worn many internationally renowned brands, but the current Yan Huan did not have the money nor the celebrity appeal for expensive clothes.

“Pretty good, eh?” Yi Ling was confident in her taste in clothes: the red dress was such a cheerful, auspicious color.

“No, it’s a little too red, too flirty.” Yan Huan stuffed the dress in Yi Ling’s hand back into the closet. She grabbed a simple pullover, pulled it over her head, and then put on a short skirt and a pair of black ankle boots.