For that brief moment, the makeup artist felt the chilling aura emanating from Tang Wanxing.
Good heavens, isn't the film empress Tang approachable?
Why are her eyes like those of a demon from hell? So terrifying.
Tang Wanxing's expression, after a fleeting moment of gloom, returned to normal. She pursed her red lips and said, "Today, you, Mei Yi, and I have scenes together. I was worried you might feel too much pressure, so I came over to see if there's anything I can help you with."
The makeup artist couldn't help but sigh, "Wow, Teacher Wanxing, you're such a kind person."
It must have been a hallucination just now. She was really confused to have thought the film empress's eyes looked fierce earlier.
Flattered by the praise, Tang Wanxing smiled back, "You can call me Wanxing or Sister Wanxing. We'll be working together from now on, no need to be so distant."
The young and lovely makeup artist chirped excitedly, "Wow, Teacher Wanxing, you're so kind! Not only are you beautiful, but you also have no celebrity airs. I really like you so much."
"You're very cute too," Tang Wanxing said, giving the makeup artist a perfunctory compliment.
The makeup artist then pulled Tang Wanxing over for a selfie.
During this time, Meng Jingwei leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed in mock slumber, oblivious to the world outside.
Meng Jingwei felt that looking at such a pretentious person for even a moment was an insult to her eyes.
She really didn't know what she and Qing Muye had gone through to make Qing Muye care about her so much.
After the selfie session, Tang Wanxing said to the makeup artist, "I have something I'd like to discuss with Jingwei, would you mind..." Her meaning was self-evident.
The makeup artist nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, Sister Wanxing, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the restroom." She hopped out of the makeup room.
For a moment, only Meng Jingwei and Tang Wanxing were left in the spacious makeup room.
Meng Jingwei leaned back in her chair, lazily closing her eyes. "Just say what you need to say." She had no patience for feigning pleasantries with Tang Wanxing.
Seeing this, a hint of coldness flickered across Tang Wanxing's cheeks. She said without reservation, "Jingwei, I wanted to talk to you about something concerning Ye."
"I'm all ears," Meng Jingwei replied curtly.
Accustomed to her indifferent demeanor, Tang Wanxing continued, "Ye and I met a long, long time ago. We shared life-and-death camaraderie..."
As she spoke, she paused, her words trailing off.
Meng Jingwei lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced at her sideways, "And then...?"
"I know you and Ye had two children, but you're divorced now. I hope you can stay away from him." Before coming to the set, Tang Wanxing had been guessing whether Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei's divorce was real or fake.
It wasn't until that day in the underground garage, when a man rushed over to assault Qing Muye, and Meng Jingwei pulled that man away in anger, that Tang Wanxing became certain they were truly divorced.
Since that was the case, she didn't want to see Meng Jingwei continuing to cling to Qing Muye.
"Heh."
Meng Jingwei let out a soft scoff.
Truly impatient, her ulterior motives couldn't be hidden so quickly.
"Did Qing Muye ask you to say this?" Meng Jingwei played along with her 'performance,' asking a question she knew the answer to.
Tang Wanxing was taken aback. After a two-second silence, she explained, "Does it even need to be said? A man's impatience towards a woman is written all over his face."
"Then let him come and tell me himself!" Meng Jingwei turned her head, finally looking directly at Tang Wanxing. "As long as he says the word, I, Meng Jingwei, will stay far away from him from now on."
"You..." Tang Wanxing hadn't expected Meng Jingwei to still harbor hopes of rekindling their relationship. She stared at Meng Jingwei, speechless, and after a long pause, finally said, "If it's about money, you can just say so. I will satisfy you."