The surveillance room staff quickly pulled up the relevant footage from the specified time and location.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop the fast forward!"
Da Young Master Yuan was almost glued to the computer screen, watching Jiang Lingxi walk out of the lounge and proceed directly down the corridor.
She was stopped by someone in the middle; if you turn up the volume, you can clearly hear what the two of them were saying.
"Shen Family, hehe..."
The security personnel watching with him: "..."
Is this still our young master?
The progress bar continued crawling forward.
After finishing their conversation, the two separated, and Jiang Lingxi continued walking forward until she reached the Shen Family’s lounge, where she stopped and knocked directly on the door.
But before the person inside could open the door, she just pushed it open and walked in.
Da Young Master Yuan: "...So bold!"
The later footage was entirely blocked by the door, but looking at the progress bar below, she stayed in the lounge for more than ten minutes before coming out.
The lipstick mark on Mr. Shen’s collar was definitely accidentally left by Jiang Lingxi!
Da Young Master Yuan left with the satisfaction of having heard some gossip, leaving a few security personnel digesting their young master’s sudden change of style.
"Did the young master tell us to delete this part?"
"I don’t think he said so."
"Then forget it. Let’s continue working!"
Not only Da Young Master Yuan noticed something amiss.
As back-end support for stars, Tong Yue and others couldn’t walk the red carpet together into the venue, but they had their own lounge not far from the venue.
Such arrangements were also convenient for them to rush in and handle any emergencies involving their artists immediately.
They stayed in the lounge where there were drinks and snacks, sitting on the sofa watching the live broadcast on TV.
Lu Zhengzheng and Fang Yao even contributed a lot of screen-filling barrage comments.
For instance, the one about Jiang Lingxi being invited by a veteran was sent by Fang Yao.
The first to notice something off was stylist Xiaoxiao.
The camera zoomed in on Jiang Lingxi’s face, and she suddenly said, "Sister Xixi’s lipstick shade looks a bit off."
Lu Zhengzheng, still enchanted by the scene, subconsciously retorted, "What’s wrong with it?"
"Previously, the lipstick I used for Sister Xixi was vermillion, lighter and more lively than this, but now it looks like a true red on her lips."
Fang Yao: "Ah, what’s the difference?"
Anyway, she couldn’t tell.
"Maybe Sister Xixi drank a bit of something and retouched her makeup before the event."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhengzheng finally snapped out of it and let out a bitter laugh, "Other artists might carry lipstick and touch up often, but Sister Xixi doesn’t have this concept at all. I put lipstick in her bag, and it’s taken out just as it’s put in."
So, how did the lipstick shade change from one red to another?
"Unless she reached a point where she just had to reapply."
Fang Yao and Lu Zhengzheng exchanged a glance, both blushing furiously!
Everyone had already taken their pre-arranged seats.
The red carpet was still in progress, and this was considered free time inside the venue. Some were chatting with acquaintances, while others pulled out their phones to watch the event live stream.
Xu Yin and Jiang Kaiyuan walked the red carpet together; they were quite familiar with each other, so their seats were naturally next to each other.
Cameras occasionally panned over, so Jiang Kaiyuan didn’t dare play games openly and instead just pulled out his phone to watch the live stream.
He initially thought Jiang Lingxi might not have shown up at all, as he hadn’t seen her earlier in the stars’ lounge.
Only when the host called out her name, and he saw her walk the red carpet on his phone, did he relax, looking at the nameplate on the seat beside him.
"I thought the seat next to me would be empty tonight, but it turns out she’s attending with a veteran from the art circle."
Xu Yin was idly chatting with his friend with his phone in hand when he turned to glance at Jiang Kaiyuan’s screen.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
He then deleted the ’probably didn’t come’ message he had typed in the chat box.
In the live broadcast, Jiang Lingxi and Yuan Hui had already reached the signing wall at the end of the red carpet.
The etiquette lady handed over a pen.
The camera zoomed in on their hands holding the pen.
Artists’ signatures are often illegible to anyone but themselves.
Especially the last character of Jiang Lingxi’s name, with its many and complex strokes, is notoriously hard to write.
Most assumed they would see another signature that was difficult to decipher.
But under the spotlight, with a gentle movement of the pen-holding hand, the pen smoothly wrote out three perfectly clear, readable characters.
[Jiang Lingxi, finally an artist’s name we can understand!]
[How should I put it? For an illiterate person like me, I can only say it looks really damn good!]
[I have a signed photo of Xixi, and she signed it just . I’ve framed it and placed it on my desk in the study, hoping one day I can write such elegant characters myself.]
[Is anyone at the venue planning to steal signatures?]
[Don’t mention it! Saying it out loud will only make the organizers more vigilant!]
Before long, staff near the signing wall received instructions from higher-ups.
Guard the signing wall carefully; not a single signature can be taken.
Who is it that’s giving us more work?
Jiang Kaiyuan watched the live stream with barrage comments and laughed heartily.
Xu Yin quietly shifted her leg away, hoping he wouldn’t slap her thigh with laughter.
At the entrance to the venue, Jiang Lingxi and Yuan Hui finally parted ways.
The red carpet order could be adjusted, as it was only a matter of rearranging and notifying.
But the venue seating had been long arranged, each with its own place, moving one meant adjusting others. So, Jiang Lingxi’s seat was separate from Yuan Hui’s.
She was still in the entertainment section.
Following the etiquette lady to her seat, Jiang Kaiyuan was still laughing.
After taking her seat, she nodded slightly towards Xu Yin, who was looking at her from across Jiang Kaiyuan. "Hello, Teacher Xu, long time no see."
"Indeed, it’s been a long time." Xu Yin sighed, "Congratulations."
"Quack!" The laughter stopped abruptly, and Jiang Kaiyuan let out a duck-call, "Sis Xixi, you’re here! Someone in the live stream was encouraging people on-site to steal your signature from the signing wall. Haha, you see the staff over there are more vigilant now; surely no one would dare do it!"
Jiang Lingxi: "..." Really can’t handle such a familiar personality.
She and Xu Yin had shot a variety show together, but they weren’t particularly close; a simple nod and greeting would suffice.
Jiang Kaiyuan was someone she’d only collaborated with on a program; it had been several months since they’d met or contacted each other, yet he behaved so unabashedly.
"By the way, Sis Xixi," Jiang Kaiyuan suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, "are you really dating? I wanted to pursue you, my parents support me too. I’ve been busy these months, and suddenly you’ve got someone..."
Oh heavens, please make this guy shut up!