Fatal Desire

Chapter 57 A verbal apology lacks sincerity

For some rich kids, not starting a business is equivalent to making money, and Meng Weixian happens to be one of those rich kids.

Meng Weixian founded a planetarium, whose exhibits mainly focus on the vast universe and galaxies. Over the years, it has been operating at a loss, relying entirely on financial support from the Meng family.

If Meng's parents cut off funding and the planetarium went bankrupt, it would be no different from killing Meng Weixian.

"I don't know what's wrong with my parents. They suddenly asked me to come to the Northwest to work on a project. Is this working on a project? They're just messing with me!" Meng Weixian said indignantly.

Song Xi turned to the side and peeked out: "Don't you love carrying a telescope to the Northwest to observe galaxies? Now you can observe to your heart's content."

"President Xi, please stop teasing me," Meng Weixian lamented. "Observing galaxies and doing projects are completely different. The former is enjoyment, while the latter shortens one's lifespan."

Qin Fanghao laughed gleefully: "Run away, we'll support you remotely."

“If you escape during exile, you will be sentenced to death,” Song Xi warned.

Meng Weixian looked up at the sky in sorrow: "Heavens above—"

Qin Fanghao hung up the phone before he could finish speaking.

"I have an audition later, so I can't let him affect my performance."

Song Xi tilted her head and smiled, "Are you worried you'll laugh later?"

Qin Fanghao smiled and said, "No one knows me better than President Xi."

Best friends are those who laugh and joke with each other all the time.

As the second son of the Meng family, Meng Weixian would not become destitute even if he went to the Northwest; at most, he would be troubled and miss his hometown day and night.

Upon hearing that Song Xi had come to visit Qin Fanghao on set, Director Lin paused the audition and came over specifically to greet her.

Director Lin, an Academy Award winner for Best Director, is known for his arrogance and disdain for the ways of capital, yet he unexpectedly left the project midway through. Many are curious about his background.
Such a huge amount of face.

When the director returned to the audition location, some people tried to take a shortcut, bypassing the staff and sneaking backstage.

Qin Fanghao went to audition, while Song Xi felt a bit bored staying alone in the dressing room. So she went out to the floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor and looked down at the actors and stars coming and going below.

Two still-naive male college students walked over from a distance, one pulling the other and whispering to each other.

"Do you know who Director Lin just met? I secretly found out. She's a rich heiress from Beijing's elite circles, with a very powerful and influential family in the city. If you can get close to her, you'll never have to worry about not getting roles!"

"I can make a living in the entertainment industry based on my acting skills."

"This society is not short of talented people. If you are not famous, you won't even get any screen time. No matter how good your acting skills are, it's useless. Without exposure, you will never get ahead!"

"You want to be my lover!?"

"What's wrong with being a mistress? It's not shameful to earn money through your own labor. Remember the beauty queen from the art academy? She dated a rich young man from Beijing for two months, and he was already driving a BMW."

"If you want to go, you can go, I won't go."

……

Song Xi didn't mean to eavesdrop, but as she listened, she suddenly realized that the "Beijing socialite" they were talking about was referring to her.

She turned around and watched with great interest as the two male college students struggled, one trying to knock on the door of the lounge while the other tried to stop him.

The guy wearing an Acne Studios smiley face sweatshirt said, "If rich guys can keep mistresses, what's wrong with rich girls keeping a few lovers?"

Upon hearing a certain title, the boy in the white hoodie suddenly widened his eyes.

Just then, Song Xi chuckled briefly: "Those rich young men are beasts, engaging in sex trade. I'm not one of them."

The two boys immediately turned to look at her, their faces filled with fear.

"Me?" Song Xi smiled faintly, "A good citizen."

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, wearing an expensive silk shirt, with a slender figure and an outstandingly elegant demeanor.

She was clearly the one eavesdropping, yet she seemed completely unfazed. Her beautiful eyes were calm and composed, reflecting their awkward and uneasy expressions.

Is someone this good-looking also here to audition?
"Ms. Song, here's your coat." A staff member approached, carrying a suit jacket.

She smiled broadly at Song Xi, but turned her gaze to the two boys and her face instantly turned cold: "Why did you two come here without permission?"

"I'm sorry, we'll leave right away!" the boy in white apologized immediately. Song Xi calmly replied, "They're lost. Just have someone guide them out."

The staff member obeyed the order and treated the two boys who had broken the rules and barged in a little better.

Anyone with eyes could see what they were there for; they weren't the only ones trying to curry favor with the young lady.

They are self-righteous and ignorant.

After Qin Fanghao finished her audition and landed her dream role, she got into Song Xi's car and headed to a Michelin-starred restaurant to celebrate.

Song Xi hadn't expected to run into that boy in white again.

He changed into a restaurant waiter's uniform, and as he carried a tray with drinks and put down the glass, he saw Song Xi and was taken aback.

"Do you know him?" Qin Fanghao gestured towards the boy's back and asked Song Xi.

"I ran into him on set today."

“Him? Zuo Ci,” Qin Fanghao said. “He had some popularity a few years ago, but then he offended the capital, and no one dared to use him. He was practically blacklisted.”

"Who did you offend, and how?" Song Xi asked.

Qin Fanghao shook his head: "I haven't looked into it in detail."

Qin Fanghao focused on her acting and didn't care about anything that didn't involve her.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Song Xi took a sip of her refreshing juice.

"I think should not be."

Three seconds later, Qin Fanghao suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes slightly surprised, and asked, "You've taken a liking to him?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xi smiled mysteriously.

"I didn't like it," Qin Fanghao said confidently, as if struck by a sudden inspiration.

When Qin Fanghao was in high school, he asked Song Xi what kind of person she liked. Song Xi replied, "Someone like my brother would be nice."

At that time, Qin Fanghao said in a serious tone, "A nunnery is not bad either."

Song Xi's brother is top-notch in appearance, ability, family background... a prince who cannot be cloned even one-to-one.

Before parting ways after the meal, Song Xi asked Qin Fanghao for the contact information of an entertainment reporter.

Although Qin Fanghao didn't know what she was going to do, he still gave her his contact information.

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Zuo Ci finished get off work and came out of the Michelin restaurant, and saw a Ferrari parked on the roadside not far away.

The driver's side window rolled down, and the person inside stretched out a slender, graceful arm and rested it on the windowsill. The arm looked strangely familiar.

As Zuo Ci passed by the car, he glanced at it and unexpectedly met Song Xi's bright and clear eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

She was that extremely beautiful young lady from Beijing's elite social circle.

"Off work?" she asked, her tone unusually approachable.

Zuo Ci nodded, paused for three seconds, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry about what happened on set during the day. My friend didn't mean any harm."

“A verbal apology isn’t very sincere,” Song Xi said.

Her gaze was calm and gentle, yet her presence was extremely strong, as if she could easily penetrate his soul.

Zuo Ci stood frozen in place, feeling an indescribable tension.

Song Xi subtly observed him and casually asked, "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

The Old House on Fire

Chi Wang: Grandpa, your house is on fire!

Zhao Yansen: Who put it there?

Chi Wang: Let me see... Angel Sister!!!
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(End of this chapter)