What Should I Do If the Aloof Movie Queen Is Too in Love With Me? - Chapter 3

Not for a single moment did she mourn the loss of her precious prop. While wiping her mouth, Ji Youyi launched a rapid mental brainstorm, contemplating the most pressing issue at hand.

Wantao Entertainment was over twenty kilometers away from the hospital. She had no money for a taxi, and walking was out of the question; the solution had to be found right here.

As her vision gradually recovered, Ji Youyi finally saw the two women clearly.

The one on the left had a particularly outstanding figure.

She wore a black satin shirt paired with trousers, and the cut of the fabric looked exceptionally expensive. Her cold-brown curly hair reached down to her waist, with a few strands casually draped over her shoulders.

Her face was tightly covered by a black mask, and her baseball cap was pulled very low, making it impossible to see her features. However, her legs were long, her height was statuesque, and while thin, she wasn’t fragile; her posture was superb.

To evaluate her with Ji Youyi’s professional eye: her figure was extremely photogenic. Even if her face couldn’t keep up, she would be more than qualified to be a body double for a female lead.

Unfortunately, her aura was too distant and cold, making her difficult to approach.

The girl on the right was likely her subordinate. She carried a bag in one hand and held a black overcoat in the other—one that didn’t match her own style of dress.

She wore a capable workplace style with her ponytail tied high and neat. Despite her efforts to keep a straight face and maintain a ‘heartless white-collar’ persona, her outgoing personality was betrayed by the lively apricot eyes behind her semi-rimless glasses. She looked much easier to break through.

At this moment, she was asking anxiously: “Are you okay? Can you still walk? Should I send you back into the hospital?”

Within those three sentences, Ji Youyi had organized her thoughts:

The party opposite her was in good economic standing and held a certain social status. The fact that they were willing to stop and help her without leaving immediately indicated that they possessed at least one of the following traits: kindness, upbringing, a strong sense of pride, or a fear of trouble.

Excellent. Her taxi fare was secured.

Ji Youyi removed the tissue, unfolding it to reveal the side stained with blood. Her eyelashes drooped, trembling weakly. Her pale lips pursed with slight difficulty, as if she were desperately enduring some kind of pain. “I’m fine…”

“No, you are not fine.” Fang Ruohan’s vision went dark with worry, and she cut her off directly.

She took out her phone. “I’ll contact a doctor for you right away.”

“Sister, please don’t.” Out of anxiety, Ji Youyi took a small step forward to stop her. She skillfully avoided crossing the social distance to ensure she wasn’t offensive, yet because she was too weak, her body swayed. This frightened Fang Ruohan into immediately reaching out to support her.

Meng Xingshu glanced at her, seeing a perfectly timed thin mist rising in those beautiful eyes, her soft lips trembling slightly.

“Seeing a doctor is very expensive, and I can’t afford it.” Her chin tucked back slightly, and a look of self-inferiority surfaced on her face in sync. “Although it might not look like it, I am actually an artist—or rather, an actor. The kind who has played small supporting roles. Some things happened recently, and the boss of my management company said I caused a huge loss to the company’s reputation and demanded compensation.”

Fang Ruohan gave an “Ah,” instinctively wanting to gossip, but she held back.

She had already recognized Ji Youyi. Perhaps because she wasn’t wearing makeup, the real person was quite different from the news reports; the little girl looked even more pitiful.

Ji Youyi continued speaking, her voice coated in a layer of grit, grinding out each word in a way that made one’s heart ache: “They want millions in compensation, but I don’t have the money to pay…”

“Life used to be very bitter. When the scout found me, I thought good luck had finally fallen from the heavens, but I didn’t expect to jump from one fire pit into another.

“I didn’t understand contracts. Wherever they told me to sign, I signed. The result is that except for the five thousand yuan the company transfers to me every month, I can’t get any earnings, yet I have to bear all my own expenses.

“I wanted to terminate the contract. The company said I could, but I have to pay them a termination fee. But I really have no money! Not a single cent…”

Ji Youyi shook her head, the tears in her eyes growing more prominent. Her tone rose appropriately and then dropped. “Right now, I owe too much debt and can’t pay it back. All my assets have been frozen.”

The more she spoke, the lower her head dropped, her words carrying a faint touch of self-mockery. “Of course, it’s not like I actually have any assets anyway.”

Fang Ruohan gave another “Ah.” She didn’t say much, but her mind was racing: Wantao is considered a well-known entertainment company. They can throw tens or hundreds of millions to buy exposure for Zhou Wenchen, yet they actually pit minor artists like this in private?

The story was finished, and the atmosphere was sufficiently set.

Ji Youyi’s lips trembled and her nose crinkled, looking as though she were trying her hardest to suppress her tears. She steered the conversation toward her current situation: “I really had no choice. I wanted to just end it all, but unfortunately, I didn’t die. Now the company is pressing me to talk about the termination, but the main entrance is full of reporters. I could only slip out the back door and accidentally bumped into you… I’m so sorry.”

As she spoke, a cold wind blew past, and she let out a small, timely shiver.

The hospital gown was thin. The girl shrunk back and hugged her arms, her fingertips pressed against her sleeves turning white from the cold.

Meng Xingshu looked away and tapped the overcoat on Fang Ruohan’s arm.

Fang Ruohan looked at Meng Xingshu hesitantly.

Meng Xingshu’s expression was indifferent: “Give it to her.”

Only then did Fang Ruohan shake out the coat and wrap it around Ji Youyi.

The pure black cashmere overcoat was soft and warm, carrying a rich fragrance—the same scent she had smelled earlier. The hem reached down to her calves, blocking out the cold wind.

Ji Youyi put on the coat and gave the person opposite her a well-behaved smile. Internally, she estimated that if she took this coat and resold it, it could probably offset a good chunk of her debt.

Sigh, if only I could keep it. But she wasn’t a professional actor after all; her acting skills probably weren’t worth that much money.

She thanked her softly, brushed her hair out from the collar, and used her thin hand as a comb to tidy it.

With the collar straightened and her dark hair falling smoothly over her shoulders—occasionally tossed by the cold wind—her watery eyes glinted in the sunlight. That beautiful face suddenly became even more eye-catching.

Meng Xingshu looked for a moment, then reached out, took off her hat, and pulled it onto Ji Youyi’s head.

With slender fingers resting on the brim and a cold-white hand in close proximity, Ji Youyi inexplicably held her breath for a second.

She lifted her eyes slightly and could see the upper half of the other woman’s face. Her forehead was full and beautiful, and her brows and eyes were exquisitely formed, but those eyes were like a lake covered in snow, carrying a quiet, desolate coldness.

Their gazes crossed. Ji Youyi blinked as if in a panic, smiled shyly, and said again: “Thank you.”

After speaking, she was the first to lower her eyes, appearing somewhat timid yet sufficiently polite.

“You’re welcome.” Meng Xingshu’s gaze, however, remained fixed on Ji Youyi’s eyes.

Conveying emotion with the eyes is a basic skill for an actor, and she was doing quite well.

Fragility, hesitation, helplessness—everything that should be expressed had been expressed. And now that a scene had ended, that tearful gaze was wrung dry in a second.

Quick to enter the role, even quicker to leave it. A good actor.

“How do you plan to get there?” Meng Xingshu asked.

“I have no money for a taxi, and the company refuses to pick me up… maybe, I can only walk there.”

Ji Youyi carefully looked up at Meng Xingshu. Her clear pupils were full of sincerity, making her look incredibly obedient.

It was as if if no one helped her, she truly would silently endure the cold wind and physical weakness in this chilly early spring and walk all the way until she fainted.

Meng Xingshu didn’t want to look anymore. Her fingers pressed down the hat brim and she withdrew her hand.

All lines of sight were blocked; Ji Youyi could only see the path in front of her and hear the cold, steep voice of the person beside her: “Then take my car. I’ll give you a lift.”