Recognized by My Ex After Being Reborn-Chapter 192 - : Who else does she need to worship?
Chapter 192: Who else does she need to worship?
As soon as Shi Lan arrived on the set, Chen Beini flung herself at her, clutching Shi Lan’s arm with her mood obviously low, “I’m so mad, I just lost a battle with that old witch. I finally understand what ‘invincible through utter shamelessness’ means.”
Big Boss Shi looked at Chen Beini clinging to her and immediately said, “I’ve heard.”
“Then you have to help me get revenge!”
“So you’re not playing the white lotus anymore but aiming for the green tea role?” Shi Lan eyed her and asked.
“Is that so? Is this what a green tea is? Then wasn’t I always green tea?”
You really have the nerve! Big Boss Shi thought to herself. Then, pointing at the haggard-looking Gu Chengyu with her chin, Shi Lan answered Chen Beini, “Look at Gu Chengyu now, Madam Yaksha only used words on you, but she mentally tortures her son to the fullest. The more you brown-nose her, the more she likes to control her son. As for your character’s status, let the team handle it now. Gu Chengyu’s team wouldn’t dare to object. Once you get it back, you can show it off yourself.”
When Chen Beini looked at Gu Chengyu’s dazed demeanour, she immediately felt like she was witnessing a human tragedy and made a fist-in-palm salute, then said, “If I had a mom like that, I’d honor her with suicide first.”
“Then the mother and son would ‘freeze together’—they can walk farther and farther on the road of mutual destruction.”
After hearing this, Chen Beini felt it made a lot of sense, so she nodded, “Then I’ll go tell the team to fight for my character status! Once the team gets it back, I’ll strut right in front of that Madam Yaksha three times.”
“Go ahead,” Shi Lan said as she wriggled out of Chen Beini’s ‘octopus hold’.
The entertainment industry fosters people, yet it also inflates egos.
Gu Chengyu’s personality is a carbon copy of Madam Yaksha’s. So with her away, he fully revealed his mother’s traits.
Madam Yaksha, in her arrogance, told little tales and gossiped around the set, oblivious that she and her son were actually the biggest joke in everyone else’s eyes.
The mother and son spent their days looking down on everyone else as fools, not realizing when they themselves would see that that’s exactly how others view them.
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Contemplating the possible need to make an appearance for the “Demon Walk” event, Shi Lan had Tang Ze come over to shoot some footage of her painting, laying the groundwork for her to show off her skills.
To match the big boss’s professionalism, Tang Ze borrowed a painting studio for her and took Shi Lan there after nightfall.
“Boss, just paint whatever you feel like,” he said.
Shi Lan walked up to the canvas, made some preparations, and suddenly asked Sun Ling, “Which male artist do you like?”
“Yao Bin,” Sun Ling pondered for a moment before replying.
“Come on, show me a picture.”
Sun Ling hurriedly pulled out her phone to find a photo of Yao Bin and handed it to the boss lady. She had only seen the preliminaries of the boss lady’s entry in the competition last time; she hadn’t witnessed Shi Lan coloring. Today, she wondered if she would see the Missy’s domineering side.
Shi Lan looked at Yao Bin’s photo, identified his distinctive features, and began mixing paints on her palette.
Tang Ze and Sun Ling, one shooting video and the other observing and taking photos at her side, initially had no idea what Shi Lan was painting until she outlined Yao Bin’s profile with just a few simple strokes…
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How did what was just blobs of watercolor paint seconds ago suddenly turn into a person’s facial features and outline?
Tang Ze and Sun Ling were instantly dazzled, both sporting looks of amazement.
“Boss, this… you’re not just good at painting, right?”
“I’ve only held a few art exhibitions,” Shi Lan replied.
After she finished this painting, Sun Ling treasured it like a prized possession, quickly placing the paper aside to dry, and asked Shi Lan, “You don’t really go in for the whole adoration thing, right, boss?”
“Who does she need to admire? Admiring herself is enough,” Tang Ze chimed in while adjusting filters on the side.
“True, mere mortals would hardly catch the big boss’s eye,” agreed Sun Ling.
Meanwhile, Shi Lan had switched to a new canvas, a fresh sheet of paper, and started mixing colors again.
Tang Ze and Sun Ling had no clue whom she was painting this time, until the genteel and courteous figure of Banquet Chief in formal attire emerged on the paper.
“Boss, you…?”
“The first time I met him, at a banquet, he looked exactly like this,” Shi Lan recalled the encounter from three years ago.
Sun Ling snapped a photo and sent it to Banquet Chief without thinking, completely forgetting that Shi Lan’s current ID was An Lan.
