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Jiang Cha’s red lips curved slightly as she lowered her eyes, then slowly raised them. She gave a shy yet elegant smile.
Click.
The image froze.
This was the smile the photographer had been waiting for.
It was her signature smile, pure, innocent, yet soft and beautiful. These contradictory qualities blended together seamlessly, and it was impossible to resist. Even a sarcastic remark felt like a sin.
Pausing at the end of the red carpet, Jiang Cha turned and left gracefully.
The photographer was reviewing the photos he had just taken when he suddenly heard a scream. Turning around, he saw the woman who had been so stunning just moments ago lying on the red carpet, holding her knee, looking as embarrassed as could be.
The cameras around clicked incessantly, a sea of flashes illuminating the scene as everyone rushed to capture this moment.
The reporters were also excited.
Now there was something to write about, another hot topic.
Tripping on the red carpet?
That was ridiculous. A vase is a vase, after all, with nothing but a pretty face.
How could he have thought she was okay just now?
The photographer shook his head, thinking to himself that he had been blinded by lust.
On the way back, Jiang Cha looked at her phone, her face pale.
The hot search about her tripping on the red carpet was visibly climbing from the bottom to the top.
#JiangChaTripsOnRedCarpet#
She clicked on it and saw a magnified picture of her covering her knee, looking extremely embarrassed, with a bunch of abusive comments below.
“Why hasn’t this trash been forgotten yet?”
“It must be a fake fall. It’s too fake.”
“So dramatic. Disgusting.”
“How can someone like her walk the red carpet? This red carpet is so watered down.”
••••
She exited the page and took a deep breath.
“What happened? Explain it,” her agent, Yang Yan, asked expressionlessly.
“The heel suddenly broke,” Jiang Cha lowered her head, her fingertips turning white.
“The heel? Are you kidding me?” Yang Yan was exasperated, “How much do your shoes cost, and the heel can break?”
Jiang Cha raised an eyebrow and took out the pair of high heels from her handbag: “Here. Look.”
The crystal stiletto was spliced, and there was a break at the joint, not like it had come loose on its own, but as if it had been forcibly broken.
Who did it?
Yang Yan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, “You’re really such a troublemaker.”
Jiang Cha was still looking at the negative news, her face even paler.
Yang Yan grabbed her phone, took a look, and was furious to find another hot search.
#ComparisonBetweenJiangChaAndLuoYanOnRedCarpet#
Yang Yan clicked on it and glanced at the comments below. Jiang Cha was criticized as worthless, while the movie queen, Luo Yan, was praised to the heavens, a fairy from the mortal world, with all kinds of rainbow compliments.
Yang Yan cursed and threw the phone back to Jiang Cha.
“It’s the same old trick, promoting one by putting down another.”
Jiang Cha sighed.
She didn’t really care about any of this.
She never wanted to be a star, she just did it because that person wanted her to.
That person…
Had they replied to her WeChat?
Jiang Cha lowered her head and glanced at the message list. There were a bunch of messages, but none from the one she was expecting. If it weren’t for her own two lonely messages still hanging there, Jiang Cha would have doubted her memory and wondered if she had never sent that photo at all.
What was that person doing.
Was she too busy with work to see the message?
Thinking about it this way, Jiang Cha felt a little better.
“Jiang Cha…” Yang Yan sighed, “You should learn from others. How much prettier can Luo Yan be than you? I’ve seen her makeup-free photos, she’s not as good-looking as you.”
“Oh,” Jiang Cha said.
Yang Yan was frustrated with her: “You should really reflect on yourself. Why are you just not as famous as her?”
Jiang Cha laughed, “How can I compare to her? I was even her body double. Wouldn’t I be asking for trouble comparing myself to her?”
“It’s not like you don’t have talent, you’re just not serious!”
“Since my profession is acting, why can’t I love what I do?”
“I’ve thought about loving it too,” Jiang Cha lowered her voice, her head bowed as if recalling something. “I put so much effort into that movie back then, and what happened in the end?”
She looked a little melancholy, smiling wryly, “The director suddenly replaced the actress, and Luo Yan took over. As for me, I became her body double.”
“You shouldn’t give up on yourself because of that,” Yang Yan sneered, “Besides, the director didn’t look down on you, it’s not that your acting wasn’t good. If it weren’t for an investor surnamed Ji who was willing to invest a lot of money in her and insisted on having Luo Yan play the role, that role would have been yours.”
Jiang Cha suddenly raised her eyes.
“What’s the investor’s surname?”
“Ji, what’s wrong?”
“What’s their full name?”
“I forgot,” Yang Yan looked at her strangely, “Why? Do you know her?”
“No.”
Jiang Cha shook her head, thinking to herself that she was too sensitive. There were so many people with the surname Ji, why did she immediately think of Ji Fan?
It feels like forever since I’ve seen her.
I really miss her too much.