The Scandalous Actress Needs to Strive GL - Chapter 2

Mu Qingchen: Heh, with that kind of reputation for flirting across the entire entertainment industry, even if she wasn’t an artist signed to her own company, she would still have to know who she was, especially in this business no one is an ignorant primitive.

Qiu Wan saw that she wasn’t speaking, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, “Could it be that the young lady is unwilling? Then what do you want? As long as I can afford it, I will certainly compensate you well.”

After saying that, she felt a little aggrieved in her heart, and couldn’t help but try to justify herself a few times: “Last night… the young lady was the one who initiated it, and besides, it was my first time too. This… the fault can’t be placed entirely on me.”

It was clearly a loss of control for both of them, so why did this woman look like the mistake was entirely hers? Qiu Wan felt depressed. She, the dignified eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, rarely spoke in such a humble manner.

Mu Qingchen gently frowned upon hearing this, and then her gaze fell on the comforter. She reached out and picked up the shirt from the bedside. After putting it on, she lifted the comforter again. The spots of plum blossoms on the sheet seemed to be quite numerous.

Although she hadn’t experienced it, she had basic common sense. So much blood shouldn’t have been left by just one person. Thinking this, she used a little force on her hand and pulled the comforter back a bit more.

The unprepared Qiu Wan only felt a chill on her chest, and her upper body was exposed to the air without warning. Although it was autumn, it was still somewhat cold. Her eyes panicked, and she quickly reached out to cover herself tightly with the comforter again.

Even though the action was quick, Mu Qingchen didn’t miss the red marks scattered on her skin. Her expression stiffened. Seeing that the woman didn’t seem to be lying, she reluctantly chose to believe her: “No compensation is needed. Last night was not entirely your fault either, Miss Qiu, you should mind your own conduct.”

With a “ding,” the door closed. Qiu Wan looked at the empty room, her mind in a daze. What did “mind your own conduct” mean? Didn’t she just say that both of them were at fault? Remembering the cold, indifferent look of the woman just now as she left without regret, she rubbed her face in frustration. They say beauty is tempting, so how come she was tempted by the lady, but the lady wasn’t captivated by her?

Although this cold-looking lady was very beautiful, she wasn’t bad herself! In a moment, she shook her head in alarm, silently chanting: I am the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, I am the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, I must be dignified and reserved.

Just as she was self-hypnotizing, a string of rings suddenly sounded on the nightstand beside her. She sat up, picked up the phone, and answered the voice call, saying, “Hello? What is it?”

“What is what? Don’t blame Sister Liang for taking matters into her own hands. This role wasn’t easy to get. If you don’t give that eldest young master of the Zhou family a little taste of sweetness, you won’t get any more good opportunities like this in the future. By the way, are you two finished? Do you want me to come and pick you up?”

A series of voices came from the phone. Phone? Qiu Wan realized belatedly. She unlocked the screen with her thumb and saw the note: “Manager Liang.”

It wasn’t the text she was familiar with, but the simple strokes weren’t unfamiliar. Memories that didn’t belong to her poured into her mind little by little. She froze on the bed, finally glancing at the furnishings in the room, and said blankly, “Thank you, Sister Liang, I’m a bit tired, no need to pick me up.”

Without waiting for the other person to reply, she hung up. She covered her forehead, sat for a while, then quickly got up and dressed, then walked to the bathroom and looked at the person in the mirror, full of surprise.

She was Qiu Wan, the dignified eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, the most beautiful woman in the capital with unmatched talent. How did she end up in this strange place? Same name, same surname, the person in the mirror had her face, but the long hair draped over her shoulders was not black it was a slightly exaggerated blue-gray.

For three consecutive days, Qiu Wan spent her time in shock and disbelief. She sat on the sofa in the small apartment, sorting out the memories that didn’t belong to her, and then looked at the script in her hand with a complicated expression.

A contracted artist of Mu’s Entertainment Company, a third-tier actress, no acting skills, no backing, and flirts around like a butterfly, having affairs everywhere. Other than a good face, she had nothing to show for herself. No wonder the woman that day told her to “mind her own conduct.”

It seemed that the other party must have heard of her for a long time. This reputation was truly unbearable. Qiu Wan looked up and sighed. All her lifelong reputation! Her good name, earned through twenty years of dignity, was just blown away like that.

October 10th was the start of filming for the web drama Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty. Qiu Wan played the third female lead, the dignified and virtuous Elder Princess, a noble person who personally groomed the female Grand Historian in her residence. She only had some scenes in the early stage; after the female Grand Historian left the Princess’s residence in the middle stage, she only appeared a few times in the female Grand Historian’s memory a peripheral character.

On the other side, in Mu’s Entertainment CEO’s office, Mu Qingchen finished dealing with the documents in her hand and left the company. She sat in the car, casually picked up her phone, and browsed the hot searches. The filming of Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty had started. She had an impression of this web drama. Several artists from her company were participating, and it seemed to be an investment by the Zhou family. Thinking of the Zhou family inevitably brought her to her best friend of more than 20 years, Zhou Lanlan.

Her already expressionless face became colder. She flipped to the pile of apology and admission of mistake messages Zhou Lanlan had sent over the past three days, and with a swipe of her finger, deleted the chat box.

Then she looked at her right index finger and middle finger holding the phone, which twitched uncontrollably. Mu Qingchen’s face darkened, recalling the unrestrained, out-of-control night.

She was startled, and subconsciously glanced at the driver and bodyguard in front of her. She didn’t know why she felt a trace of guilt, then pretended to be calm and sent a message to her assistant: Send me the schedule of all third-tier female artists in the company, now.

Mu Qingchen opened the spreadsheet her assistant sent. I’m only concerned about the current status of the company’s third-tier female artists, and I’m not specifically paying attention to anyone. Yes, that’s right. After giving herself a mental prompt, she clicked the search bar and entered Qiu Wan’s name.

The first line was her role as Elder Princess Zhou Qingqiu in the web drama Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty, positioned as the third female lead in terms of screen time. She scrolled down again, then without changing her expression, sent another message to her assistant: Send me the list of all artists in the company participating in “Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty”.

Yu Baishu at the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and quickly found the list and sent it over. As the chief assistant to the CEO of Mu’s Entertainment, Yu Baishu was undoubtedly dedicated.

She had always executed Mu Qingchen’s instructions cleanly and efficiently, but this time, her finger scanned over the list of third-tier female artists, then over the cast list. It seemed there was something the CEO cared about here. What could it be?

In the car, Mu Qingchen was still flipping through the list, and finally tapped on a name, then sent another message to her assistant: Schedule half a day this week to visit Li Jin’an on set.

Li Jin’an? A big question mark rose above Yu Baishu’s head. A male actor in his forties, a second-tier contracted artist of the company, playing the male lead’s father in this web drama. He didn’t seem to have any connection with the CEO. No, when had the CEO ever visited a set?

Something is unusual; there must be something strange. She dared to ask in the chat box: Will you personally go to the set, President Mu?

After a long time, there was no reply. Yu Baishu thought she should confirm it at the company tomorrow. Before going to bed, she checked her phone again and saw that the contact noted as “President Mu” had sent one word: Yes.