Chapter 8
Chapter 8
My acting career hadn’t been smooth sailing. In an environment where there are too many monks and too little porridge, sometimes it’s not the quality of the monk that matters, but the connections they can pull. This is especially true in the entertainment industry.
When I auditioned for Qingshi Chang’an, I only landed the role of a palace maid. However, compared to my previous jobs, at least this one had screen time and lines.
From the start of its promotion, this production boasted a massive budget. The female lead was a popular A-list actress, and the male lead was a long-standing, veteran movie king.
Because of this, over a hundred people auditioned for a single palace maid role. By the time it was my turn, the midday sun outside was scorching.
I felt a bit restless. Zhou Huaian finally had a free weekend to spend with me, but I had dragged him here instead.
After finishing my audition, I ran all the way outside.
I saw Zhou Huaian wearing sunglasses, standing alone in the shade of a large tree.
Seeing me, he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to me. “Why are you running? It’s so hot out.”
I felt a bit guilty. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you come along…”
In truth, it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to help me before.
Once, during an intimate moment, he had teased, “Niannian, give me a kiss right here, and your Huaian Gege will give you anything.”
I brushed against his thin lips, giving him a dazed kiss before asking confusedly, “Give me what?”
He returned the kiss. “The female lead in Guo Youliang’s next movie. The casting hasn’t been decided yet.”
I snapped awake instantly. Guo Youliang was a director who held international awards; countless people were waiting to fight tooth and nail for a spot in his homecoming film.
Yet, Zhou Huaian had said so casually, “Give me a kiss, and it’s all yours.”
I clutched the quilt and hugged him. “You’ll shorten my lifespan if you do that. That director is such a big name, and right now, I have no traffic and no fame. Aren’t you just sending me up there to get scolded?”
He let out a soft laugh. We both understood the situation, and after that, he never brought such matters up so bluntly again.
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