Chapter 69: I Can’t Even Imagine in My Dreams

Not long after, Mu Ruo got in touch with the people from Director Song’s side.

Director Zhao is usually mild-mannered when not filming but becomes irritable on set. Director Song, on the other hand, is reserved. He scheduled an audition with Mu Ruo, setting the time and place.

Mu Ruo wasn’t sure if Director Song had seen the recent online controversy.

She was worried that he might reject her due to her bad reputation, so she mentioned it beforehand.

Director Song’s attitude was as indifferent as ever: “Since Huo Minli recommended you, I trust her. You can come for an audition whenever you’re free.”

The film that Director Song is working on is based on a novel.

The original novel, Holy Chant, is a popular fantasy genre book with a large fan base online.

The role Mu Ruo is auditioning for is significant and not just a minor princess role with a short screen time.

She took some time to buy the novel online and spent the entire day reading it.

The novel was indeed captivating. The male lead enters a mysterious realm to find his family’s lost divine seal, and Mu Ruo plays one of the realm’s guardians, a cold and powerful warrior.

However, fantasy films often turn out to be bad, with either terrible special effects or poorly designed costumes, regardless of how good the original script is. It’s hard to make a film that satisfies the audience.

Conversely, if done well, the stunning visuals and fantasy plot can deeply immerse the viewers.

Mu Ruo had heard of Director Song Chu before. He is very famous in the world of the book and a successful director of commercial films.

However, Mu Ruo hadn’t really watched any of Director Song’s films.

She locked herself in her room and reviewed Song Chu’s previous works.

Outside the room.

Butler Li and the housekeeper exchanged glances.

The housekeeper, who was cleaning, said somewhat awkwardly: “Miss Mu Ruo has been staying in her room for the past two or three days. She only comes out to eat and doesn’t leave the room otherwise.”

Butler Li muttered to himself: “Could our madam be suffering from a significant psychological blow and now be depressed?”

Housekeeper: “Ah?”

The more Butler Li thought about it, the more it seemed reasonable.

“Yes, our madam must be depressed.” Butler Li counted on his fingers, “Consider this, she’s a young woman in her early twenties, used to a smooth life in a middle-class family…”

The housekeeper interrupted: “Her family runs a company and is quite wealthy, not just middle class.”

“But Madam’s family doesn’t even have a fraction of Mr. Fu’s assets.” Butler Li, who had met every wealthy person in the world with Mr. Fu, thought about his own poor appearance, “Hmm, compared to us, Madam’s family is indeed wealthy. Thinking about it, it’s even worse—a pampered young lady, cheerful and lively, suddenly having her world turned upside down.”

The housekeeper, who hadn’t been scolded online but had experienced verbal abuse from her husband before coming to work here, understood the feeling and nodded.

Butler Li thought more deeply: “In such a situation, anyone would become depressed, let alone our madam.”

The housekeeper nodded.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Mu Ruo came out with her hair disheveled and a dazed expression.

She had just watched movies for two hours, her eyes sore, and now just wanted to go downstairs to grab a bottle of cold water.

Butler Li and the housekeeper were startled and both looked at Mu Ruo.

Mu Ruo had long gotten used to people popping up in every corner of the house.

After all, with Mr. Fu buying such a big house, it was impossible not to have staff managing it. The housekeeper could be in the kitchen, on the stairs, or in the bedroom, all wearing identical uniforms but with completely different faces.

Mu Ruo thought that if someone wanted to hire someone to harm Mr. Fu, they could wear a housekeeper’s uniform and hide in his house—after all, there were several housekeepers, so Mr. Fu might not even be able to tell who’s who…

Butler Li watched Mu Ruo’s retreating figure and asked, “Do you think it looks like?”

Housekeeper: “…It does look quite similar.”

Mu Ruo twisted open a bottle of cold water and drank a few gulps, her eyes finally regaining their sparkle.

To be honest, Director Song Chu’s films are indeed excellent, known for both their critical acclaim and box office success.

Even the supporting actors in his films are skilled.

Mu Ruo didn’t believe that there weren’t suitable candidates for the role in his new film. No matter how tough the conditions were, there would always be people willing to endure hardships for future rewards.

The favor from Huo Minli was quite rare, as most actors don’t even get the chance to audition.

Mu Ruo was grateful to her mentor and sent a request to Huo Minli for guidance in the game.

Well, her mentor might not be the best at games, but she’d make sure to help her advance on the top rankings and clear all the high-difficulty dungeons.

Huo Minli was indeed online, and after laughing heartily in the game, she sent Mu Ruo a team invitation.

They opened the voice chat.

Huo Minli: “Did you watch the variety show yesterday? The one where Xia Wanwan went?”

Mu Ruo: “…No.”

Huo Minli, very curious: “Did you really like the same man as her? That guy must be blind! How could he choose her over you?”

Listening nearby, Butler Li finally understood the reason behind Madam’s depression.

The little green tea they were criticizing wasn’t just a former classmate but also a love rival.

What was the name of the man Madam liked?

Lu Dongchen or Lu Beichen?

To be jilted in love and then scolded by so many people—what an injustice!

Huo Minli continued, “I’ll be wrapping up soon. This film should be scheduled for the Spring Festival. Once we’re done, I’ll come find you and introduce you to a few handsome guys.”

Huo Minli, still unmarried, was a timeless beauty.

It’s hard not to stay ageless, considering she’s worth billions, has money to spend, luxury homes, and young men sent her way.

Mu Ruo clenched her fist.

She decided that her career goal was to reach the level of a successful actress like Huo Minli.

Huo Minli, riding her flying little colorful horse in the game, proudly showed off to Mu Ruo: “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Mu Ruo: “It can fly? Is this available in the shop?”

Huo Minli: “Three million to draw. It’s not available for purchase now and won’t be restocked!”

Mu Ruo: “In-game currency?”

That’s still thirty thousand! Mu Ruo had never spent more than ten thousand in a game, preferring to buy lipsticks instead.

Huo Minli: “In real money. I drew two! Be a good apprentice, and I’ll give you one in the future!”

Mu Ruo: “…”

What a money-grabbing game. She wondered which greedy capitalist developed it.

Butler Li watched Mu Ruo playing the game and brought her a piece of chocolate cake: “Madam, you play this game too?”

Mu Ruo nodded: “I play with friends.”

Butler Li added: “A year ago, this game was barely surviving. Since Mr. Fu’s internet company acquired it, the number of players has increased.”

Mu Ruo: “? Isn’t he in real estate?”

How many industries has Fu Jianzhi entered?

Butler Li: “No, that’s not his main business. Don’t you know, the wealthiest people are those who are involved in various industries?”

Mu Ruo sighed, “I can’t even imagine.”

Just like her, she dared only to dream of being a top domestic actress, never imagining winning an Oscar.