Chapter 127
Chapter 127: He Cursed You Again
Click. Yi Ling took a photo of Yan Huan, and posted it on Weibo.
“Tonight at 8.30pm, we will meet in Journey to Fairyland, see you.”
As soon as she posted it, it was immediately shared by both new and old fans.
In the photo, Yan Huan gently caressed her hair with her hand, her white dress fluttered, and she was so beautiful with her natural movements and sparkling eyes.
Liang Chen pressed share and gave her agent a start.
“You seem to like her, Xiao Chen. I haven’t seen you share any new actors’ Weibo before.”
“I do like her, she has boundless potential. Don’t you think this is a nice photo? And…” She knocked her agent’s head playfully. “Don’t forget, I’m first female lead.”
“Oh, yes, thanks for mentioning I would have forgotten otherwise,” Liang Chen laughed. She turned and looked at the young girl, she felt that the new actress was a bit similar to Liang Chen when she was young.
In those days, both of them walked step by step together, only they knew what they had experienced, thus Liang Chen liked Yan Huan because she worked hard, perhaps she saw herself in the young actress.
Once Liang Chen shared the post, Yan Huan’s Weibo had a heated discussion. Who was Liang Chen? She was an international superstar, a well-known movie queen, she was a zero rumour movie queen. The whole entertainment circle was shocked that Liang Chen had shared the photo.
Yan Huan had few fans, she was new, but Liang Chen wasn’t.
Liang Chen had great popularity in the entertainment industry, it didn’t take five minutes before the photo was spread throughout the upper circles of society.
Yan Huan’s Weibo had a lively discussion.
Yi Ling’s fingers trembled and she almost dropped her phone on the floor. No, no, it can’t be. She rubbed her eyes and banged her head against the wall.
Then she put her phone in front of her eyes. “Huanhuan, Huanhuan!” she shouted. “Look. Liang Chen shared your Weibo, and also the queen of pop, Xu Li, and the king of pop, Zhang Xiao. Huanhuan, look. You’re famous now!”
Yi Ling really wanted to laugh her head off, but there were too many people and this was too serious so she held back her laughter.
She had originally called for Yan Huan but was met instead with a pair of round eyes.
Who is that? Yi Ling pulled a long face when she realized. You wasted your good looks. She turned her face and couldn’t help but touch her arms. The thought of the “orchid-shaped fingers” that Yan Huan mentioned before made her flesh crawled.
Ding Ming smiled drily, and when he was about to say something, he saw Yan Huan came over and he quickly stepped forward.
“Miss Yan, are you done shooting?”
“Yes, what’s the matter?” Yan Huan smiled insincerely, and when Ding Ming wanted to speak, Yan Huan cut him short. “If there’s nothing else, I have to go now, and the director is calling you.” She pointed at Director Jin to send him away.
Ding Ming dared not stay and instead looked for Director Jin immediately. He had sought special connections to play a walk-on role in this drama, he wanted to show up and raise his popularity.
Yan Huan’s smile cooled off after he left. You were a good-for-nothing in your previous life, you collected women’s hearts, and you were so vulgar to be around. In this life you’re still the same.
“Huanhuan, what did that man say to you?” Yi Ling hurriedly pulled Yan Huan over when she saw her, afraid that that sissy would infect Yan Huan with his stupidity.
Stupid was a kind of disease, it was contagious.
“He said…” Yan Huan couldn’t help but smile a bit, Yi Ling seemed to be in a good mood.
“Yes, what did he say?” Yi Ling was anxious. Ding Ming had seemed to say a lot to Yan Huan, and though she had been smiling, it was obviously fake.
It couldn’t be forgotten that Yi Ling grew up with Yan Huan, she knew better than anyone what her expressions meant, and she knew that that man had provoked Yan Huan.
Yan Huan smiled again and rested her chin on Yi Ling’s shoulder.
“Yiyi,” she pursed her lips. “He cursed you.”
“Cursed me?” Yi Ling pointed at herself. “How did he curse me?”
“He made you into an idiot.”
Yi Ling didn’t respond, dumbfounded.
Director Jin let them leave early as today was the premiere of Journey to Fairyland. Everyone had worked very hard on that production, it was the best of the best, so everyone was anxious to see the broadcast.
Yi Ling’s face became dark when they got back to their room.
She was standing in the kitchen, making chopping motions in the air with a knife, muttering under her breath.
“The man who’s surnamed Ding, I will chop you to death. You said I have a flat chest and look like a man and I just put up with it. You cursed me into an idiot. Others might be able to put up with it but I can’t. I was so blind and felt pretty good about you. Now, I swear to god…” She lifted the knife. “If I ever like you, I’ll…I’ll…I’ll never get married in this life.”
Yan Huan, who was at outside, heard Yi Ling talking to herself, and she was relaxed.
She sat down on the sofa and cupped her chin in her hands. At the moment, it seemed that there were some indescribable loneliness within her body, like the distant melancholy after the transmigration of a lifetime.
She wiped her tears away and laughed.
So there were a kind of tears which you shed when you laughed.
Soon after, Yi Ling walked out. She looked at the time. It was eight o ‘clock, half an hour to go.
“What to do, Huanhuan? I’m so nervous I want to go to the toilet.”
Yi Ling grasped at her belly. Every time she was nervous, she had to go to th restroom.
“I’ll get some snacks for you,” Yan Huan said as she rose to her feet and headed to the door to change shoes. Yi Ling immediately felt her stomach-ache disappear.
“Huanhuan, you know me so well, remember to get a bag of duck neck!”
It was true that she felt like she had to go to the toilet when she got nervous, but as long as she was given something to hold, she would be okay after eating.
Yan Huan opened the door, she had to hurry. How could I forget? If she didn’t get Yi Ling some food, she wouldn’t fall asleep as she had pent-up anger. And if Yi Ling didn’t sleep, she was afraid she would be the same.