Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Xia Siyu arrived, the doors to the audition area were open.
A crowd surrounded the outside, whispering among themselves. Xia Siyu paid them no heed and walked up to the entrance—
The people inside and outside were startled, wondering if she was so embarrassed by a scolding that she was about to leave.
Bo Yan sat in his place, his expression cold, but his gaze followed her.
Xia Siyu simply opened the door and asked indifferently, “Excuse me, does anyone have a bright red lipstick I could borrow?”
A circle of auditionees looked at each other. Moments later, a girl timidly handed over her lipstick, saying, “If you don’t mind…”
“Thank you,” Xia Siyu nodded, turned around, twisted out the lipstick, and meticulously applied it to her lips. After finishing, she swiftly removed the hair tie from her ponytail, shook her head, and ran her fingers through her hair, letting her locks fall loosely. She also unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt, revealing just enough to hint at her cleavage.
Watching her do this. Bo Yank brows involuntarily furrowed.
Afterward, she walked directly up to the judges—picking up their pack of cigarettes and lighter, “May I use this for a moment?”
The directors didn’t speak, so she took a cigarette from the pack and turned to walk towards the center of the stage with confident steps.
She twisted her head, turned around, and gracefully sat down, crossing her legs comfortably. Her slender fingers deftly held the cigarette between her red lips and lit it with a flick of the lighter.
The cigarette tip glowed intermittently; she took a light drag, then suddenly lifted her previously downcast face.
Xia Siyu’s complexion was fair, her lips painted bright red, her hair voluminous and black, and her button-down shirt, seemingly loose and comfortable, was subtly calculated to expose just enough. Her eyes, hidden in the hazy smoke, were indistinct, but what was palpable was the languid yet sharp look in them.
Unlike Li Yiru’s straightforward beauty, Xia Siyu exuded allure, pride, and incisiveness—a complex kind of beauty. She was merely sitting there, with a cigarette between her fingers, yet she seemed to possess boundless charm, captivating the onlookers.
To put it in a sentence: Hers was a face with a story.
Inside and outside the venue, there was complete silence.
On the quiet stage, she spoke indifferently and lazily, “l wonder what kind of scene Director Wang expects me to perform?”
Wang Ju instantly made his decision—it must have been the fastest he’d ever resolved something, “You’re the one!”
Bo Yan had been watching her all along, as she got up to thank them, as she confidently walked out the door, and he slowly bowed his head.
A barely noticeable smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
He had always thought that she was a person full of life. She grew wildly, her beauty unequaled, her pride unmitigated. She was so naively single-minded that he sometimes worried for her.
But in reality, she was thoughtful, and she had potential.
Upon leaving, Xia Siyu returned the lipstick with thanks, only to run into an infuriated Li Yiru.
Li Yiru had thought the role of the second female lead was almost certainly hers until Xia Siyu unexpectedly came into the picture. With her image, why not vie for Shang Feifei’s leading female role?
“Xia Siyu, aren’t you being too much? Are you bullying people with your power?”
To everyone’s surprise, Xia Siyu, who would normally ignore such remarks, actually stopped, “Someone once told me that in the entertainment industry, only the famous have the right to throw their weight around..”