Sister Sa said, "Tie Xinlan and Su Ying have already been cast. Huang Jing… he wouldn't possibly be considering this foot-washing girl for Little Fairy, would he?"
Jiang Ling rubbed her forehead wearily. "It's hard to say!"
A look of panic flickered in Sister Sa's eyes. "A woman as calculating as An Qiuyan, how could she possibly portray a character like Little Fairy, so innocent, lively, and adorably spoiled?"
Jiang Ling sneered, "In our eyes, she is indeed a schemer, but in the eyes of those men, it's different. Playing mind games, shedding tears, putting on a show of being pitiful and wronged, like a delicate flower battered by rain – isn't that what they see as an innocent Little Fairy who knows nothing of the world?"
"If that's the case, it's too disgusting, Lingzi. We must find a way to stop her!"
"How can we stop her? I'm an actress, not a director. Should I throw my weight around, use my status to force Huang Jing to kick An Qiuyan out of the production by threatening to quit? If I do that, what would be the difference between me and those other popular stars?" Jiang Ling said irritably.
"Actually, it's possible we're overthinking this. Let's gather more information before making any decisions."
Jiang Ling pondered for a moment. "Mm, let's ask first."
Later, during filming, Jiang Ling, intentionally or unintentionally, probed indirectly, asking him who he planned to cast as Little Fairy.
The result was as expected: Huang Jing had indeed chosen An Qiuyan to play Murong Xian.
Oh, for goodness' sake!
The reasons Huang Jing had for casting her were no more than two.
First, to save face for the young master of the Shen family, Shen Mingjue, and Spark Media.
Second, An Qiuyan had delicate features, her eyes were like water, and she had a pure, innocent face.
One person's honey is another person's poison.
The youthful fairy beloved by men is often the same person as the vixen detested by women.
While An Qiuyan's facial structure might not be as stunning and unforgettable as Jiang Ling's, it was undeniably attractive to men.
Apart from a very small number of men with innate radar and exceptional "bitch-detecting" skills, very few could resist.
"It's over, it's over! Little Fairy has really been cast with her, Lingzi, what should we do?" Sister Sa was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Jiang Ling was eating some crystal grapes, left over from the crew, and said calmly, "What else can we do? Just let it be!"
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious too. So what if An Qiuyan plays Little Fairy? Little Fairy's scenes are in the first half, and my scenes are in the latter half. We have no overlap. I'll play my part, and she'll play hers. As long as she doesn't provoke me, I'm too lazy to bother her. As I said before, don't be sad over people who are not worth it. Just focus on yourself, and letting her watch us live well with envy and jealousy is the best revenge against her."
Despite what Jiang Ling said, she felt deeply uneasy.
Like many people from her past life, she had a childhood filter for the character of Little Fairy.
The thought of such a beloved character being played by An Qiuyan felt like swallowing a fly, utterly disgusting, dead or alive.
Immediately, a slight smile played on Jiang Ling's lips. "An Qiuyan is a very restless woman. I have a premonition that even if we do nothing, she'll stir up trouble herself to draw attention."
"You mean, stay put and respond to changes as they come?"
"Exactly. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. We'll counter her moves as they happen. If she doesn't bother me, fine. But if she dares to make a move, I'll chop off her paws!"
A fierce, cold glint flashed in Jiang Ling's eyes.