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"I didn't meet anyone I shouldn't have met. I was just too hungry, so I randomly picked a small restaurant and ate something."

Ye Wanxing put her hat and mask aside.

"You've eaten?" Sister Hui's expression changed drastically. "What did you eat? Was it oily? Did it exceed your carbohydrate limit?"

"Do you know that if you eat anything oily or salty, your face and eyes will be so swollen the next day you can't even look at yourself!"

As Hui-jie spoke, she looked Ye Wanxing up and down.

But when her gaze fell on Ye Wanxing's unmasked face, the words of reprimand suddenly caught in her throat.

As Ye Wanxing's top agent who has managed her for five years, Sister Hui knows Ye Wanxing's current physical condition all too well.

Years of dieting and high-pressure work have made Ye Wanxing's face thin and photogenic, but after removing her makeup, her complexion always appears unhealthy and pale.

He always had bluish-gray dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were often so dry and chapped that he needed to apply thick layers of lip balm.

But the Ye Wanxing sitting in front of her now was completely bare-faced, without even a base of makeup.

But her cheeks had a natural, healthy blush.

My skin didn't become dry and flaky because of the cold wind outside; instead, it had a moisturized feel from the inside out.

Even her lips, which were usually pale, were now full and rosy.

What shocked Sister Hui even more was Ye Wanxing's condition.

Whenever she gets hungry or catches a cold wind, the first thing Ye Wanxing does when she gets on the bus is to clutch her stomach, curl up in her seat, and sweat from the pain, not wanting to say a word.

But now, Ye Wanxing leaned casually against the back of the chair, her back straight, her eyes bright, and she exuded an indescribable sense of relaxation and vitality.

"Where...where did you go?" Sister Hui was stunned. "Did you get a hydration injection?"

"No." Ye Wanxing touched her cheek, and the warm touch from her fingertips made her feel incredulous.

"I just ate a plate of tofu and drank a bowl of clear soup noodles."

"Tofu and noodles?" Sister Hui frowned deeply upon hearing this.

"Carbs plus soy products? Are you crazy? You get acid reflux and bloating after just one bite of noodles. Are you even going to your meeting this afternoon?"

"Sister Hui, my stomach doesn't hurt at all now." Ye Wanxing looked directly at her manager, her eyes calm.

"Not only does it not hurt, it's also very comfortable. I've never felt so energetic before." Ye Wanxing looked directly at her agent, her eyes calm.

After hearing this, Sister Hui was stunned for two seconds, then turned her head and let out a cold laugh through her nose.

She reached into the storage compartment of the van, skillfully pulled out two boxes of imported omeprazole and digestive tablets, and threw them heavily onto the table in front of Ye Wanxing.

"Alright, Wanxing, there's no one else in this car, you don't need to put on a brave face for me."

Sister Hui's tone held a hint of helplessness, "I've taken care of you for five years, how could I not know what kind of stomach you have?"

"Normally, even drinking a sip of cold water causes acid reflux and bloating for half a day, but today you're telling me you ate a plate of tofu and a bowl of noodles and your stomach doesn't hurt at all?"

Sister Hui turned to her assistant in the front row: "Xiaoyu, bring the thermos over, pour some hot water and let it cool."

"Sister Hui, I really didn't lie to you." Ye Wanxing didn't touch the medicine on the table, leaning back in her chair. "I'm feeling great right now."

"You're in good shape? Before, at the script reading session, you couldn't even recite a complete line, and you were out of breath like a tuberculosis patient after just a few steps!"

Sister Hui wouldn't listen at all. "Do you know how furious Director Zhang was the day before yesterday? To put it bluntly, today's producers' meeting is your final ultimatum."

"If you're still looking half-dead like you were the day before yesterday, the employers will terminate your contract and replace you on the spot!"

Sister Hui became more and more anxious as she spoke, her speech becoming incredibly fast.

"Now, chew these digestive tablets right now and swallow your stomach medicine. When you get to the company, talk as little as possible."

"I'll talk to Director Zhang and a few producers and say that you had acute hypoglycemia the day before yesterday and just had an IV drip today. You need to act a little pitiful and try to gain some sympathy, understand?"

Seeing Hui Jie's anxious expression, Ye Wanxing knew that explaining anything now would be useless.

In the entertainment industry, developing stomach problems from starvation is a standard occurrence for female celebrities.

The idea that a bowl of tofu can cure chronic stomach problems sounds like a fantasy to her unless she has experienced it herself.

She didn't argue anymore, but simply closed her eyes, leaned back quietly in her seat, and felt the gentle warmth emanating from her stomach.

Seeing Ye Wanxing's stubborn attitude, Sister Hui rubbed her temples in anger, thinking that Ye Wanxing was just giving up.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A black van drove into the underground parking garage of Dajiang Film Production Company.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Xiaoyu quickly opened the sliding door and instinctively reached out to help Ye Wanxing.

Whenever Ye Wanxing hadn't eaten before a scheduled event, her legs would feel weak when she got out of the car, and she would need someone to help her.

This time, however, Ye Wanxing pushed Xiaoyu's hand away and stepped down herself.

The movements were crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

Sister Hui followed behind and got out of the car. Looking at Ye Wanxing's straight back, she felt a little puzzled.

But she didn't have time to think too much. She quickly walked to Ye Wanxing's side and whispered, "When you come in, follow me and do what I say."

The two entered the elevator and headed straight for the conference room on the top floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I ran into Lao Li, the assistant director in charge of casting for this drama, in the hallway.

When Old Li saw Sister Hui, he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly walked over, pulled her aside, and lowered his voice.

"Sister Hui, things aren't looking good," Old Li said in a low voice, glancing at Ye Wanxing who was standing a few steps away.

"Director Zhang is very angry today. The way Wanxing was the day before yesterday angered the investors. They felt that Wanxing was simply not up to the task of playing the role of a female general; her physical fitness and presence were not up to par."

Sister Hui's heart sank: "Director Li, Wanxing had a sudden case of hypoglycemia the day before yesterday, but she has recovered today."

"It's no use telling me this," Old Li sighed. "The investors' representative also called Zhao Siqi to the company today; she's waiting in the break room next door."

"If you can't get past Director Zhang today, they're prepared to replace you on the spot and have Zhao Siqi take your place. You'd better take her in quickly and pray for the best."

Upon hearing the name "Zhao Siqi," Sister Hui's face instantly darkened.

That was a competitor on par with Ye Wanxing; the two usually competed fiercely for resources.

Sister Hui took a deep breath and turned to look at Ye Wanxing.

"Did you hear that? They've already found a backup plan, they're just waiting next door to laugh at you. When you go in, you better be on your guard!"

Ye Wanxing nodded calmly, strode towards the conference room door, and went inside.