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Just when Autumn Wind didn't know how to explain to Liu Jian, the phone in her bag rang like a savior.
Autumn Wind bounced up from the ground, no longer having the courage to look at Liu Jian, and hurriedly walked towards the bag on the bar. After rummaging through it for a moment, she pulled out her phone; it was Qiu Feng calling. My savior, thank you Zhao Jingqi, Autumn Wind thought to herself.
She swiped on her phone to answer the call. "Hello, is that Sister Zhao... Yes, I can't come over to accompany you today... Uh-huh, yes, it's about that incident reported in today's Newspaper..."
Qiu Feng briefly asked about Autumn Wind's situation. After confirming that Autumn Wind was stuck at home due to being surrounded by reporters for "testifying," Qiu Feng said, "I'm fine on my end. Yeah, just take it easy at home!"
At that moment, Qiu Feng was sitting on a bench in the Dressing Room, having just finished her makeup and waiting for filming. She admired her newly done crystal nails while holding her phone between her head and shoulder, smiling calmly at Autumn Wind.
Sitting nearby, Qiu Ruolan was sitting upright while the Hairstylist worked on her hair. Upon realizing that Qiu Feng was on the phone with Autumn Wind, she signaled the Hairstylist to stop and listened carefully to their conversation. Then she waved her hand at Qiu Feng, indicating she wanted to talk to Autumn Wind.
Qiu Ruolan suddenly reached out her hand towards Qiu Feng, startling her so much that she gasped and almost shouted. Realizing it was Qiu Ruolan's hand, she let out a small sigh of relief. However, before she could react, the phone that had been in her hand flew into Qiu Ruolan's grasp.
With a concerned expression, Qiu Ruolan asked urgently, "Is this Autumn Wind? Are you okay?"
Qiu Ruolan's gentle yet slightly hoarse voice immediately caught Autumn Wind's attention. The light-hearted tone she had been using vanished instantly as she covered the receiver with one hand. She quickly walked towards the balcony and began chatting with Qiu Ruolan.
Ever since she had left Qiu Ruolan alone in Dazhi's mansion, Autumn Wind had been enveloped by intense guilt. It was because of this guilt that she unconsciously displayed a hint of humility towards Qiu Ruolan. So when Qiu Ruolan's voice unexpectedly came through the phone, she found herself bursting with eagerness to communicate with her.
Watching Autumn Wind excitedly talking on the phone while gesturing animatedly made Liu Jian furrow his brows again. The question he had asked earlier that Autumn Wind hadn't had time to answer slowly resurfaced in his mind. Could it be that Autumn Wind was really hiding something significant from him?
While Liu Jian was filled with confusion on one end of the call, Qiu Feng on the other end felt increasingly frustrated. Qiu Ruolan had already been chatting with Autumn Wind for over ten minutes. Look at how happy Qiu Ruolan seemed; the smile on Qiu Feng's face gradually faded as her hands couldn't help but rub together anxiously.
Yet she dared not voice her anger. Finally, when Qiu Ruolan and Autumn Wind shifted to another topic, Qiu Feng could no longer hold back. She abruptly stood up but unfortunately found that Qiu Ruolan had her back turned and didn't see her slightly anxious expression.
Furrowing her brows, Qiu Feng licked her lips and gently tapped Qiu Ruolan's shoulder. Turning around with innocent eyes, Qiu Ruolan looked at Qiu Feng and placed the phone against her chest. She softly asked, "What's wrong?"
Thinking that Qiu Ruolan would understand her intentions, Qiu Feng swayed slightly before awkwardly pointing towards the door and whispering, "I need to step out for a moment..."
Qiu Ruolan nodded and then rolled back in her chair, continuing to speak on the phone with Autumn Wind while still facing away from Qiu Feng.
Qiu Feng was completely furious but dared not utter a single complaint. She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and stepped out of the host's exclusive Dressing Room.
Before the recording began, the Special Guest's Dressing Room was still empty as the Special Guest had not yet arrived. Two makeup artists were chatting while munching on sunflower seeds. A huge clothing rack stood at the entrance, draped with outfits that the Special Guest would wear for today's recording.
The rack was so tall that it blocked the makeup artists' line of sight. Therefore, when Qiu Feng slowly approached, the two makeup artists did not see her and continued their lively conversation.
Well, makeup artists tend to gossip, and their conversation was no exception. They talked about how one of them had noticed a certain celebrity getting more hyaluronic acid injections during her makeup session; another male star who peeked at a female Special Guest while she was changing; and the contents of a text message sent by a certain actress.
In any case, their conversation revolved around gossip. Listening to them chat excitedly, Qiu Feng decided to stay silent and eavesdrop from behind the clothing rack, hoping to catch some gossip about herself.
As Qiu Feng expected, the two makeup artists indeed started talking about her.
"Did you hear? This season's ratings are pretty dismal... It seems like Liu Producer is planning to change the show's style!"
"I heard that too... Apparently, many viewers have expressed that they don't really like the host..."
"Well, I knew that already... It seems like they haven't been very fond of Qiu Feng since the show started... If it weren't for Sister Sally constantly recommending her, she wouldn't even be in this position..."
"Don't say it like that; there must be some people who like her. Otherwise, why would they have signed her for another season after last season ended?"
"That's because last season's ratings were high... Is Qiu Feng really worth that much? I think her hosting fee is almost as high as Sister Sally's now..."
"You might not know this, but Sister Sally got a discount from us. After all, Liu Producer's daughter is Sister Sally's agent..."
"But I think if the ratings keep dropping, they'll have to change hosts..."
"By the way, have you noticed that Sister Sally seems to really like Qiu Feng's assistant? What's her name again? Wendy, right?"
"Yeah, you noticed too... Every time Sister Sally sees her, she smiles so brightly... Hey, what does she look like? I always thought she wore natural makeup, but when I got closer and looked carefully, it was completely bare—nothing at all..."
"I'll let you in on a secret. I heard Sister Sally has already recommended Wendy to the agency... It sounds like she might join as a host next season..."
"Is that true? That's impressive..."
"How could it not be? Just look at who her boyfriend is... If I had a boyfriend like Jaes, I wouldn't be groveling around as an assistant, having to watch my tone and endure the sun and rain..."
"If Wendy transitions from assistant to artist, what will happen to Qiu Feng?"
...
Hearing the two gossiping back and forth, Qiu Feng felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her. Remembering Qiu Ruolan's beaming expression when talking about Autumn Wind, Qiu Feng felt a chill run down her spine.
Could it be that Autumn Wind really wanted to take her job?
As she pondered this, she quietly stepped out of the Special Guest Dressing Room, feeling weak and leaning against the wall. The wall in October exuded a slight chill. She covered her eyes with her hands and slowly slid down the wall, eventually crouching helplessly in the corner.
Inside the host's Dressing Room, after finishing a phone call, Qiu Ruolan placed Qiu Feng's phone on the makeup table and signaled to the Hairstylist to start working on her hair.
Once Qiu Ruolan's hair was styled, Qiu Feng still hadn't returned. At that moment, the phone on the table began to buzz, prompting Qiu Ruolan to quickly signal for the Hairstylist to go find Qiu Feng.
As soon as the Hairstylist stepped outside, she spotted Qiu Feng leaning against the wall. Without even glancing at her, she said stiffly, "Your phone is ringing..."
The Hairstylist looked up and made eye contact with two idle makeup artists in the opposite Dressing Room, then immediately plastered a smile on her face. "You all seem so relaxed..." she said casually as she headed toward the other Dressing Room.
Even someone like that Hairstylist was giving me attitude, thought Qiu Feng, feeling resentment swell within her. Insecurities and bitterness flooded her heart. She rubbed her legs, which were sore from being pressed against the wall, and with a push from her hips, she stood up along the wall.
Taking a deep breath, she shakily pushed open the door to the host's Dressing Room.
Qiu Ruolan was resting her arms on the armrests of her chair, supporting her forehead with one hand and slightly closing her eyes, appearing deep in thought. When she heard someone enter, she lifted her head.
Upon seeing that the person who entered was Qiu Feng, a slight smile appeared on her lips. She leaned against the armrest, pointed to the phone on the table, and said, "Your phone just rang... Do you want to check it and call back?"
Qiu Feng, originally expressionless due to her grievances, immediately showed a hint of a smile upon hearing Qiu Ruolan speak to her. She quickly walked to the table and picked up her phone. "Oh really, thank you, Sister Sally..."
She swiped through her phone to check the missed calls and saw an unfamiliar number. Hesitating whether to call back, she noticed Qiu Ruolan was watching her. To appear busy with work, Qiu Feng forced a smile and said, "It's a client... It's a client... I’ll step out to return the call..."
Then she hurriedly walked out of the Dressing Room while holding her phone but bumped into the Hairstylist coming from the opposite direction. Normally, staff would yield to artists, but Qiu Feng couldn't help but take a step back, retreating a few steps to give way to the Hairstylist.
The Hairstylist seemed quite pleased with herself and let out a haughty snort.
The sound was loud yet clearly reached Qiu Feng's ears, hitting her like a slap in the face. Her body trembled slightly as she leaned against the wall for support.
Qiu Ruolan noticed Qiu Feng's unusual behavior and stood up from her chair, concerned. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No... no..." Qiu Feng hurriedly replied, nodding at Qiu Ruolan. She then gently closed the door of the Dressing Room and quickly walked to the window in the corridor to call back that unfamiliar number.
After a few rings, a deep and serious voice came from the other end: "Hello... who is this?"
Hearing that voice sent a jolt through Qiu Feng's entire body. She quickly hung up the phone and pressed it against her chest, breathing heavily. An ominous feeling surged within her; could it be...
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