After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 53

Noticing Director Xu’s reaction, Xu Huanhuan’s eyes lit up, and she instantly perked up.

She pointed at the photo of ‘Fang Qingying’ and looked at Director Xu expectantly, asking, “Old Xu, do you think she’s pretty?”

Though her words were phrased as a question, there was an unmistakable air of coercion in her tone.

It was as if, should Director Xu dare say “no,” she would immediately slam the table, roll up her sleeves, and argue with him fiercely.

Director Xu pressed his lips together and nodded. Wasn’t this photo identical to the one that Director Liu had sent him a few days ago?

So, this young woman was Fang Qingying?

“Old Xu, you still haven’t answered my question~” Xu Huanhuan complained, patting the table impatiently.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Director Xu nodded. “She’s pretty.”

The girl was indeed beautiful, but her acting skills were lacking.

Xu Huanhuan blinked, her eyes sparkling like stars, and cautiously asked, “Then, do you know her?”

Director Xu nodded again. “I do.”

The girl’s name was Fang Qingying, introduced by Director Liu as a candidate for the role of ‘Flower Palace Mistress.’ However, he hadn’t mentioned this to Huanhuan before.

Director Xu fell silent for three seconds, seemingly debating whether to bring it up now.

Xu Huanhuan grew visibly excited. “Is she available?”

“Yes,” Director Xu replied, then added, “Extremely available.”

Having just wrapped up filming, wasn’t she indeed extremely free?

“Old Xu, what do you think about her playing the ‘Flower Palace Mistress’?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Xu Huanhuan caught the complicated look in Director Xu’s eyes. She gave an awkward laugh and asked, “Is it not possible?”

She’s so incredibly beautiful.

Director Xu responded with a mysterious smile and a detached tone, “Her acting is terrible all looks, no substance. Aren’t you afraid she’ll ruin your ‘Flower Palace Mistress’?”

At this, Xu Huanhuan swallowed hard, still captivated by Fang Qingying’s beauty. “Is she really that bad?”

If she could improve just a little just a tiny bit, Xu Huanhuan might still be willing to consider it.

“Old Liu said she’s made progress.”

“Who?”

“Her. Fang Qingying.”

The moment the words were spoken, Xu Huanhuan’s face scrunched up in deep conflict. After a long pause, she finally made up her mind, her expression firm. “I want to invite her for an audition.”

What if, just what if it actually worked out?

After all, in her eyes, apart from Gu Shengxiao and Fang Qingying, there was no one else in the world who could make her feel at first glance that the ‘Flower Palace Mistress’ role was meant for them.

“Mm,” Director Xu nodded.

“Old Xu, you’re agreeing?” Xu Huanhuan exclaimed in delight.

Director Xu and Director Liu were famously known as the two “devils” of the film industry, primarily because they tolerated absolutely no sloppiness when it came to directing.

No matter how big a star be it an award-winning actor or actress, if they made a fundamental mistake, they would be mercilessly scolded.

Yet, the films they directed were wildly popular, beloved by audiences. As a result, countless actors were desperate to work under them.

After all, every actor who had passed through their hands had gone on to become major figures in the entertainment industry.

Actors both revered and dreaded Directors Xu and Liu.

That was why Xu Huanhuan was so shocked that Director Xu would agree to let someone with questionable or even nonexistent acting skills audition. It was practically unheard of.

“She has an audition at ten o’clock tomorrow. Go back early, get some sleep, and rest well to prepare for it.” Director Xu looked at her unpromising demeanor, tidying up the documents on the desk while giving instructions.

Xu Huanhuan immediately made an ‘OK’ gesture and said, “No problem!”

The thought of meeting the lovely Fang Qingying tomorrow had her feeling a bit too excited.

On the way back, Xu Huanhuan kept her eyes glued to her phone, scrolling through who knows what. By the time Director Xu called her to get out of the car, the girl was blushing fiercely, covering her mouth as if she’d seen something embarrassingly thrilling.

“What are you looking at? Aren’t you coming home for dinner?” Director Xu pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation, feeling somewhat hopeless about his youngest daughter.

It was already dinnertime, yet she refused to leave the car. Not only that, people always say daughters are their parents’ little sweethearts. But his? More like a little iron-hearted troublemaker.

“No, no.” Xu Huanhuan reluctantly tore her gaze away from her phone to look at the visibly annoyed Director Xu. She quickly turned off her phone and shook her head. “Dinner, dinner! I wasn’t looking at anything!”

At home, Mrs. Xu watched the two of them, sensing another cold war, and eyed them curiously.

Xu Huanhuan wolfed down a few bites of food, then stuffed her phone into her pocket and bolted upstairs to her room.

She flung open her bedroom door, locked it swiftly, and threw herself onto the soft bed, silently screaming into the mattress.

“I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!”

“The Xiao-Ying CP is so sweet!”

“That side-profile head pat was absolutely lethal!”

“Ugh, Actress Gu’s face was full of adoration!”

“Today, I am the ultimate jealous lemon!”

Yes, our dear Xu Huanhuan had officially fallen into the Xiao-Ying CP rabbit hole. Willingly lying flat at the bottom, with no intention of climbing out.

She rolled around on her bed over and over, finally calming down a bit. Then, with practiced ease, she opened a document and began typing furiously.

“I’ve decided! I’m going to write a love story based on the Xiao-Ying CP,’The Double Award-Winning Actress and the Struggling Eighteen-Tier Star’!”

Xu Huanhuan muttered to herself, her fingers dancing across the keyboard at lightning speed.

Before bed, hugging her giant panda plushie, she thought, If only I could get Gu Shengxiao and Fang Qingying to star in this script together, I could die without regrets!

888: “It’s seven in the evening! You still haven’t eaten!”

Fang Qingying listened to 888’s automatic meal reminder and stretched her back, which had barely moved all afternoon. Her jade-like fingers lightly massaged her shoulders, and she let out a contented sigh.

Too long without moving, my body feels stiff. Especially my drawing hand, it’s so sore!

She shuffled toward the kitchen, only to find it spotless and untouched.

Glancing at the living room, it was equally pristine even the takeout containers she’d ordered had been cleared away.

She rubbed her chin. Did a magical house fairy visit while I wasn’t looking?

888 promptly shattered her whimsical imagination.

888: “No virtuous house fairy just a hardworking cleaning aunt.”

It wasn’t happy with Fang Qingying’s habit of surviving solely on takeout, and takeout that was just plain congee at that. So, it had arranged for a part-time housekeeper for her.

Of course, this part-time housekeeper was chosen within the scope of protecting Fang Qingying.

888 wouldn’t give anyone the chance to bully Fang Qingying!

“Then I’ll order more congee?” Fang Qingying absentmindedly pulled out her phone and was about to open the Blue Team delivery app when Gu Shengxiao’s call came through.

“Hey, Xiao Ying?”

A cool voice, like the warmth of melting winter snow, sounded in her ear.

Fang Qingying: “…”

Her hand was always faster than her brain.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I disturb you?”

Not hearing Fang Qingying’s voice for a while, Gu Shengxiao’s tone dropped several degrees.

“No,” Fang Qingying replied immediately.

She didn’t like hearing Gu Shengxiao’s voice so subdued, as if she were a little aggrieved.

After saying that, Fang Qingying felt her response was a bit stiff, so she pursed her lips and spoke again, “Xiao Xiao, did you just finish filming? Have you eaten?”

Instead of answering her question, Gu Shengxiao on the other end asked the same question back.

“Has Xiao Ying eaten?”

Hearing this, Fang Qingying instinctively wanted to say, “I have,” but before the words could leave her throat, her stomach betrayed her with an extremely uncooperative growl.

“Gurgle, grumble…”

At the sound, a deep blush instantly spread across her face, and she felt unbearably embarrassed.

This almost made her a liar.

Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone, warm like a spring breeze, carrying a wave of heat that seemed to lick at her earlobe.

Fang Qingying swallowed hard, grabbed a nearby glass of water, and took a big gulp of cold water, as if only that could soothe the sudden heat rising in her chest.

Her heart had started beating a little too fast at some point, almost as if it were about to leap out of her ribcage.

“Xiao Ying, I haven’t eaten either, so would you like to have dinner with me?”

Gu Shengxiao drew out her words, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, like a little hook openly tugging at her heart.

“Okay.”

Without thinking, Fang Qingying’s “okay” slipped out naturally.

Now, Fang Qingying felt her mouth had moved faster than her brain.

“I’ll come pick you up, alright?”

“But, I don’t know the way to Xiao Ying’s new place. What should I do?”

Gu Shengxiao’s voice on the phone seemed to carry a hint of a whine.

Fang Qingying slightly parted her lips, suddenly feeling her throat unbearably dry. She took another big gulp of water.

After a long pause just as Gu Shengxiao thought Fang Qingying might not want to tell her the address, she clearly heard Fang Qingying recite each word.

“Room 805, Shenhai Apartments, Qinghua Avenue, H City. The passcode is 0815.”

“0815?”

Gu Shengxiao didn’t repeat the address but instead echoed the door passcode.

Hearing this, Fang Qingying froze stiffly in place, as if petrified.

She instinctively hung up on Gu Shengxiao, the tips of her ears peeking out from beneath her raven-black hair, flushed red.

A long while later, Fang Qingying suddenly crouched down, covering her head with her hands.

888: Qingqing, what’s wrong?

Completely baffled, 888 watched Fang Qingying’s unusual behavior and couldn’t help but feel concerned.

“It’s nothing,” Fang Qingying murmured, crouched on the ground for a long time.

A long time,

So, long that even Fang Qingying herself didn’t know how much time had passed.

She slowly shuffled into the room, opened the wardrobe, and mindlessly changed her clothes over and over again. Like a puppet on strings, she aimlessly swapped into new outfits.

It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that Fang Qingying suddenly snapped out of her daze.

She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror her flushed cheeks, rosy ears, and those pitifully adorable eyes.

She was wearing a soft, strappy nightgown that barely reached above her knees, about a fist’s length away.

Her bare shoulders, bathed in the light, looked fair and tender.

Slowly, she covered her face with her hands and crouched down on the floor.

Ahhh…

This is so embarrassing.

How did she end up changing into a nightgown without realizing it?

The doorbell ringing meant Gu Shengxiao was already at the door.

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