Chapter 347: You Are Not As Good As Her (3)
Initially, She really disliked Xia Siyu, but ever since she learned that Siyu might be Wen Qunxiao’s daughter, that dislike changed.
How should I put it, it’s a subtle rivalry and comparison.
She sized up Xia Siyu from head to toe. In truth, Xia Siyu bore some resemblance to Wen Qunxiao. She hadn’t noticed before because she’d never considered that possibility. But now that she did, the more she looked, the more they seemed alike.
Her talent for acting, her talent for dance, as well as her beauty, her figure, even her stubborn personality, were all inherited from her mother.
“My father was a fan of Teacher Wen; I grew up watching her dance videos and her movies at home. Knowing she was a student at the Dance Academy, I was desperate to apply to the affiliated high school of the Dance Academy. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much talent for dance and turned to study film in college. I swear, my goal in life is to be like her. Although I can no longer achieve anything in dance, in the film industry, I, too, want to win Best Actress, to win it twice. And now, I’ve already won one Oscar, although I was twenty-seven when I received it.”
After saying this, She took another look at Xia Siyu, her gaze somewhat scornful: “But you, you entered the industry at twenty and are almost twenty-seven now, yet you haven’t won any awards. Compared to your mother, you are really disappointing. To be honest, I think you’re a disgrace to your mother.”
This statement had a devastating impact, far greater than ten Li Weiyis! Xia Siyu clenched her fists tightly in rage, her teeth gritted.
Having said this, Shang Feifei vaguely saw someone walking down the corridor in the distance; it seemed to be Bo Yan.
He must have come out following Xia Siyu’s incident, thinking about how to inform him but with no success, and now he had pursued her, perhaps.
Shang Feifei glanced at Xia Siyu’s tense body and smiled again: “I still have a chance; I will definitely win Best Actress before I turn thirty. I am the one who will truly inherit your mother’s mantle. As for you, apart from the good fortune of being born from your mother, you have nothing that compares to her. You will also fall short of me.”
After saying this, she left the scene.
Moreover, she walked directly toward Bo Yan.
Bo Yan indeed hadn’t known about Xia Siyu’s phone call; his phone had been signal-blocked earlier.
But after he finished his conversation and glanced over to Xia Siyu’s supposed location, finding no one there, he frowned slightly. After circling the room and failing to spot her, he strolled over to Han Yifan: “Where is she?”
When Bo Yan asked about “her,” he usually meant Xia Siyu. But Han Yifan couldn’t resist teasing him: “Who, which ‘she’?”
Bo Yan didn’t respond but simply walked outside.
Among the people present were Li Weiyi and Jiang Bumei; how could he have forgotten? What if they did something to her?
After checking one corridor and finding no one, he went to another and finally saw her.
Bo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon furrowed his brow again because he saw Shang Feifei was there, too.
Shang Feifei came straight toward him, offering only a smile as she brushed past him. Bo Yan couldn’t be bothered with her and headed straight in Xia Siyu’s direction.
After walking a few steps, he noticed Xia Siyu was heading back to the venue, so he stopped and entered the venue through another door.
On the other hand, Han Yifan also followed outside: “Did you find her?”
Bo Yan didn’t answer him; he hadn’t seen Xia Siyu either, but he ran into Shang Feifei, quite literally.