小少呦萝粉国产

Suddenly, Ye Father\'s spirits lifted. The fact that his daughter made the trip herself meant the gift must be extraordinary.

When the garage door opened, a brand-new Rolls Royce Silver Wraith was revealed, causing Ye Father\'s mouth to drop open in astonishment. He had once gone to great lengths to contact the Rolls Royce headquarters, yet even the CEO, stiff-necked, refused to make him a custom car, declaring he wasn\'t qualified enough.

He had been angry for a long time because of that.

But today, he didn\'t expect to see that car in his own house, which excited him immensely.

To Ye Father, money was merely a string of zeros in a bank account, but upgrading his status was what he truly desired.

"Master, the car was brought over by the son-in-law and young miss. Considering the young miss doesn\'t have the means, that leaves us with one conclusion..."

Fan Yiru cut to the heart of the matter, instantly sobering Ye Father, who approached and caressed the Silver Wraith\'s body. Suppressing the storm of emotions within, he said indifferently, "Transfer two billion to my son-in-law\'s account and say I bought the car."

"As for that matter, I\'ll think about it some more."

Meanwhile, after arriving home with Ye Qingqing, Song Yun personally cooked a lavish dinner.

After the meal, Ye Qingqing lay lazily on the living room couch, unwilling to move, while Song Yun watched a romantic movie with his wife.

Seizing the moment, the languid Ye Qingqing stretched out her hand and beckoned Song Yun to carry her to bed.

The night passed without conversation, and the next morning, Song Yun woke up feeling refreshed. Gazing at his still-sleeping wife, he kissed her forehead and started preparing breakfast.

Just as he left the bed, Ye Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, feeling exhausted. That Song Yun, he\'s like a wild bull...

She sat up, her face flushed with radiance. Compared to herself a month ago, she would be astonished to find her skin had improved significantly.

Ye Qingqing slipped into one of Song Yun\'s large white shirts, leaving her thighs bare, and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her beloved man.

Song Yun had just finished preparing the meal when he felt arms wrap around his waist.

With a smile, he said, "Not going to sleep a bit longer?"

"No more sleep, will you go shopping with me later, please~"

Ye Qingqing buried her head in Song Yun\'s back, greedily inhaling his scent.

"Of course, no problem. Hurry up and wash, it\'s time to eat."

The couple finished their meal, dressed in their cheapest clothes, and set out without driving, hailing a taxi towards the busiest commercial street in the Magic Capital.

To outsiders, Song Yun and Ye Qingqing looked like nothing more than an ordinary couple, save for their striking attractiveness, truly a pair of golden boy and jade girl.

Elsewhere, far away in Forty-nine City, in a household there.

A girl who bore a resemblance to Song Yun arrived home.

The woman who was tidying up the house was surprised to see her daughter and asked, "Wan Wan, why didn\'t you go to the film set today?"

The girl called Wan Wan was Song Yun\'s cousin, and the woman tidying up the housework was Song Juan, Song Yun\'s aunt. Auntie had married into a traditional performing arts family in Forty-nine City; her husband was a crosstalk actor. Though their life wasn\'t one of extreme wealth, she had been satisfied over the years.

Xiao Wan tugged the corner of her mouth to reveal a not-so-pretty smile and said to her mother, "I wasn\'t feeling well today, so I took the day off."

"If you\'re not feeling well, you should go to the hospital!" Song Juan said with concern, "You don\'t know, your great aunt was diagnosed with cancer a while ago..."

Before Song Juan could finish, Xiao Wan interrupted with a shocked expression, pursing her lips and asking, "How is great aunt now? Has she been hospitalized?"

Xiao Wan had grown up at her maternal grandfather\'s house and had always been close to Uncle Song\'s family. Even though she returned to Forty-nine City during high school, she was very worried upon hearing that her great aunt was unwell.

"At first, this matter nearly drove your great uncle crazy, but who would have thought that your brother Song Yun is doing very well now. He managed to get your great aunt admitted to Hua Chuang Private Hospital! And they don\'t have to pay a cent, sigh, the Song family has been quiet for so many generations, but finally, a significant figure has emerged.

Before long, the Song family will surely shine under your brother Song Yun\'s leadership!"

"That\'s good, that\'s good..." Xiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

"You little rascal, didn\'t you understand what I just said?" Song Juan gave her daughter a disdainful look, "If you\'re feeling unwell, get checked early, treat whatever ailment you have, so it doesn\'t become harder to deal with later on."

"Ah, I\'m just not in a good mood, I\'m going back to my room."

Xiao Wan dismissed her mother with those words and closed the door to her room.

Lying in bed, Xiao Wan buried her head in the pillow, which soon become damp with a large wet patch.

She recalled arriving at the film set that morning only to be told by the staff that the director was waiting for her at the hotel to discuss business.

Curious, she knocked on the director\'s door, but to her surprise, he answered wrapped only in a bath towel, hinting that as a newcomer without any backing, it was hard to succeed. He suggested she become his lover to secure a standout role in the play.

Only upon hearing this did Xiao Wan understand why her seniors at school used to say that the entertainment industry was a deep and perilous pool where those without backing would be utterly destroyed if they tread carelessly.

Watching the director approaching her, Xiao Wan suppressed the panic in her heart and bolted out the door.

"Is it really impossible to succeed on one\'s own merit..." Xiao Wan muttered as she choked up. She didn\'t want to become a dirty woman; she simply loved acting. If becoming successful meant pandering to those big directors, she would rather change careers.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

A text message vibrated on her phone. Her eyes blurry with tears, she swiped open the screen to see a message from that director.

"Wan Wan, maybe what I said this morning was a bit too realistic. But I need to tell you that the industry is not as simple as you think. Without money or connections, it\'s impossible for you to succeed. Think it over, and my door is always open to you once you\'ve made up your mind."

Xiao Wan turned off her phone with an expressionless face. She would never sell her soul just for fame in this lifetime.

On the other end, the director, who had not received a response from Xiao Wan, wasn\'t disturbed. He leisurely lit a cigar for himself and listened to the staff report on work.

After a while, once the staff member had finished reporting, he fawnishly smiled at the director and asked, "Director Ma, has Xiao Wan agreed to your terms?"

This Director Ma was quite a well-known second-tier director in the industry. Although he had shot numerous flops, he had also made a decent amount of money from them.

As a result, many third-tier actors liked to make appearances in the films he directed.

"She hasn\'t agreed," Director Ma shook his head, saying with contempt, "I\'ve seen girls like her before. They think they can overcome the constraints of society with mere passion, only to find in the end that they must submit to me to get a chance to break through. So, the key is to play the long game, that\'s how you catch big fish."