I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 29

Zhu Xinya was stunned had her sister just uttered something shockingly bold?

Que Hanfu realized she had lost her composure and averted her gaze, adding calmly, “Don’t wear Li Heng’s shabby clothes.”

Zhu Xinya immediately breathed a sigh of relief, having been frightened moments before.

“Don’t worry, sis. Not only will I not wear Li Heng’s shabby clothes, I’m going to burn them reduce them to ashes and bury them in the ground!” Zhu Xinya declared with great ambition.

Que Hanfu nodded in satisfaction. “I believe you.”

As dusk fell, the stylist came to touch up Qi Zhou’s makeup and was surprised to find both Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu in his room.

Qi Zhou said, “From now on, they’ll share this dressing room with me.”

Zhu Xinya replied, “You’re a grown man, and my sister and I need to change clothes too. It’s inconvenient. We’ll go back to our own dressing room and won’t disturb you, big star Qi Zhou.”

Zhu Xinya took Que Hanfu’s hand and headed out. At the door, she turned back and noticed Lu Mengrou hadn’t moved. “Mengrou, aren’t you coming?”

Lu Mengrou covered her face while watching the stylist apply Qi Zhou’s makeup and shook her head. “Qi Zhou is a man, he doesn’t mind being looked at.”

Qi Zhou: “…” What did she mean, “a man doesn’t mind being looked at”? She was clearly treating him like a baby!

Just as Zhu Xinya was about to say more, Que Hanfu interjected, “Let Mengrou stay. Qi Zhou won’t bully a girl.”

With the goddess having spoken, neither Qi Zhou nor Zhu Xinya had any further objections.

Qi Zhou nodded righteously. “You can rest assured leaving Mengrou little sister here with me.”

Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu returned to their small dressing room and found a girl inside, wearing the outfit originally meant for Xiao Lin.

Upon seeing them enter, the girl immediately smiled and greeted them, “Hello, I’m Fan Chunyi.”

Zhu Xinya felt a positive impression of this smiling girl and responded warmly, “Hi, I’m Zhu Xinya, and this is my sister, Que Hanfu.”

Fan Chunyi seemed to have heard something about them from someone, as she was very polite to Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu offering them water and complimenting their looks.

While she was fine with Zhu Xinya, after the three got acquainted, Fan Chunyi surprisingly showed no fear of Que Hanfu’s icy aura. Instead, she walked right up to Que Hanfu, her eyes sparkling as she said, “Professor Que, I’m your fan. I really admire you.”

Que Hanfu gave a slight nod, unfazed. She had received countless expressions of admiration since childhood.

Fan Chunyi’s gaze softened, her cheeks blushing as she said, “Professor Que, my younger sister is taking the college entrance exam this year. When I told her I’d be filming with you, she begged me to get your autograph.”

Fan Chunyi hurried back to her bag, pulled out a photo of Que Hanfu, and handed it to her with both hands. “Professor Que, you’re an academic genius. Having your autographed photo will definitely help my sister perform beyond her usual abilities!”

Zhu Xinya sensed something off about Fan Chunyi’s attitude toward Que Hanfu her eyes were filled with infatuation. This wasn’t just fandom; it was clear she had feelings for Que Hanfu!

Zhu Xinya had heard of relationships between girls but was witnessing it for the first time.

She scrutinized Fan Chunyi with a critical eye: not tall enough, skin not fair enough, hair not smooth enough, features not delicate enough just an ordinary appearance. Where did Fan Chunyi get the confidence to like Que Hanfu?

Zhu Xinya felt a pang of displeasure, thinking that Que Hanfu, who was as divine as a goddess, had been disrespected by Fan Chunyi.

Before Que Hanfu could reach out, Zhu Xinya snatched the photo from Fan Chunyi’s hand, causing Fan Chunyi to look at her in surprise.

Zhu Xinya didn’t reveal her dislike for Fan Chunyi. Instead, she grinned and said, “I’m Sister’s little helper. Let me handle small tasks like receiving photos.”

She placed the photo on a nearby table, picked up a pen, and said to Que Hanfu, “Sister, since Fan Chunyi’s little sister likes you so much, why don’t you sign this for her?” She sounded very enthusiastic.

Fan Chunyi didn’t notice anything amiss, but Que Hanfu, who spent almost every day with Zhu Xinya, detected the subtle shift in her demeanor the moment she took the photo from Fan Chunyi.

Zhu Xinya was acting warmly toward Fan Chunyi, yet her eyes held no warmth. Why?

Que Hanfu walked over to Zhu Xinya, took the pen from her, and was about to press her left hand on the photo when Zhu Xinya stopped her.

Que Hanfu looked at Zhu Xinya, who smiled and said, “Let me hold the photo for you, Sister. You can just sign it.”

A thought, almost too daring to entertain, crossed Que Hanfu’s mind.

She quickly signed the photo and watched as Zhu Xinya placed it back into Fan Chunyi’s hand.

Could it be that Yaya was jealous?

The possibility filled Que Hanfu with an unexpected joy, and a gentle smile crept onto her face.

When Zhu Xinya turned back after handing over the photo, she noticed Que Hanfu’s expression. Suppressing her inner frustration, she approached Que Hanfu and casually asked, “Sister, you seem very happy?” Her eyes, however, held a probing, almost scrutinizing gaze.

Sister is so clever, she must have noticed that Fan Chunyi likes her. But is she really this happy just from signing an autograph for her?

Zhu Xinya pouted inwardly.

Que Hanfu nodded. “Very happy.”

Zhu Xinya’s smile nearly faltered.

What’s so great about Fan Chunyi? How could Sister be this happy over someone she just met!

Fuming inside, Zhu Xinya lost the energy to keep up her enthusiastic act. From then on, she either ignored Fan Chunyi’s questions or answered them half-heartedly, clearly disengaged.

Fan Chunyi’s target wasn’t Zhu Xinya, so she didn’t pay much attention to her attitude.

She kept finding excuses to get closer to Que Hanfu, chattering incessantly. Even when Que Hanfu ignored her, Fan Chunyi didn’t seem to mind.

Fan Chunyi had known since middle school that she was attracted to women, especially those who appeared cold and aloof. The moment she saw Que Hanfu’s photo online yesterday, she immediately broke up with her current girlfriend and used her family’s connections to get herself into Que Hanfu’s film crew.

None of her previous girlfriends could compare to Que Hanfu.

And after meeting Que Hanfu in person, Fan Chunyi realized she was even more stunning than in her photos.

From her past relationships, Fan Chunyi had developed a strategy for pursuing aloof women: cold women fear persistence. As long as she kept being enthusiastic more and more enthusiastic even the iciest woman would eventually be won over.

Fan Chunyi was very confident in this approach.

Earlier, she had used her younger sister as an excuse to ask for Que Hanfu’s autograph, but her real intention was to brush her hand against Que Hanfu’s while handing over the photo. Aloof women often craved warmth, so she had deliberately warmed her hands on a hot cup beforehand. One touch, she was sure, would leave a lasting impression on Que Hanfu.

However, it was a pity that Que Hanfu was accompanied by her little follower, Zhu Xinya, who directly took the photo from her hands, leaving no chance for her to avoid it.

Fan Chunyi’s first attempt had failed, but she wasn’t disheartened. The harder a woman was to pursue, the more it sparked her interest. If she couldn’t succeed the first time, she would plan for the second. If she couldn’t manage it this week, she would try again next week. As long as her interest in Que Hanfu remained, she would only grow more determined with each setback.

As the shooting time approached, the stylist who had finished Qi Zhou’s look came to help Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu with their makeup and styling. Qi Zhou’s stylist was hired at her own expense, and her makeup skills were nothing short of magical capable of transforming a five-out-of-ten beauty into a perfect ten.

The stylist brought her apprentice along; she handled Que Hanfu’s makeup while the apprentice took care of Zhu Xinya’s. The makeup artist assigned to their dressing room hadn’t arrived yet. Fan Chunyi, unfamiliar with Qi Zhou’s stylist, assumed they would help her with her makeup after finishing with Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu. To her surprise, once the two were fully styled, the stylist and her apprentice packed up their kits and prepared to leave.

Fan Chunyi, who was a pampered little princess at home, had never been treated with such disregard before. “Sister Li, wait a moment!” she called out to the stylist, her expression sour. She had overheard Zhu Xinya addressing the stylist as “Sister Li.”

Li Ling looked up and glanced at Fan Chunyi. “What is it?” Her makeup skills were renowned in the industry, and she had been specially hired by Qi Zhou’s company to enhance his image. Charging 150,000 a month to bring her apprentice on set for styling, she had been asked by Qi Zhou to help Que Hanfu and Zhu Xinya with their makeup, offering additional payment. However, Li Ling admired the two young women for their courage in standing up against hidden industry rules and declined the payment. Since Que Hanfu and Zhu Xinya had limited screen time, Li Ling even offered to help them with their makeup the following week as well.

Fan Chunyi shot a resentful look at Que Hanfu and said sharply, “Aren’t you a stylist? Why are you ignoring me? Do you look down on me?”

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