Jian Zhou’s stern face was etched with agonizing pain.
He could no longer hold back, pulling Jiang Ling into his embrace, tears falling uncontrollably.
“Jiang Ling, aside from the time I was framed by An Qiuyan and Shen Mingjue in my past life, leading to the ruin of my family, I have never cried for anyone or anything else.”
This drop of hot tear landed on Jiang Ling’s neck, burning through her body and awakening her heart.
The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst forth from the tip of her heart.
She spoke hoarsely, “Jian Zhou, let’s forget all the past unpleasantness and start anew!”
“Start anew? Heh!”
Jian Zhou sneered. Having seen Jiang Ling speak so heartlessly and resolutely before, leaving no room for reconciliation, she now took the initiative to soften her stance, thinking she was deliberately trying to appease him.
“I don’t need sympathy, let alone charity. You should leave!”
Jiang Ling didn’t move, saying softly, “I’m not trying to appease you.”
“Leave! If you don’t leave, then I will!”
After saying this, Jian Zhou turned and ran out.
Jiang Ling stood quietly in the washroom area, looking at herself in the mirror opposite, and couldn’t help but sigh.
It’s always best to leave some room for future encounters.
Who could she blame but herself for speaking so definitively in the past, leading Jian Zhou to disbelieve her now?
Alas…
As Jiang Ling was sighing, her phone began to ring.
Picking it up, she saw it was Sister Sa.
“Hello!”
“Lingzi, where are you? Why haven’t I seen you for so long?”
Because of Jiang Ling, Sister Sa also had a good relationship with Jiang Yushuang, and had received an invitation this time as well.
Seeing that Jiang Ling had disappeared for a long time, she thought she might have been entangled by some troublesome person again.
“I’m in the restroom. My dress got stained with cake by accident.”
“Oh, I see. By the way, President Ge just called me and said a famous director is making a new drama and specifically wants you to play the female lead. He asked if you’re interested?”
Jiang Ling vaguely guessed this might be a drama arranged by the system, but she still curiously asked, “Which director has such prestige that they insist on specifying me as the female lead?”
As the only platinum artist in the industry, people seeking her for filming would approach her with scripts, begging her to take the roles.
That feeling was akin to eunuchs in the Imperial Concubine’s Chamber holding up green jade plaques, silently waiting for the emperor to choose, their fate depending on the concubines’ luck.
Unless it was a director of the highest caliber, it was difficult to have a conversation on equal footing with her, let alone specify her as the undisputed choice for the female lead.
Anyone who dared to say this must have an extraordinary background.
“Hua Ruyi,” Sister Sa uttered the three words.
Hearing the name, Jiang Ling chuckled with realization, “So it’s him, no wonder!”
Hua Ruyi was one of the top directors in the film and television industry.
His fame, popularity, and prestige were even greater than those of Guan Suyun, Dong Haisheng, and others.
He was known as the 'Golden Touch,' and any actor who appeared in his films became famous; even a piece of dog shit could turn into gold on his screen.
Even Chen Mingzhang, the godfather of idol dramas, only achieved a comparable status after the immense success of 'The Prince Who Turns into a Frog,' and together they were hailed as the twin stars of the idol drama market.
Chen Mingzhang had meticulously worked in contemporary idol dramas, following a conventional path.
Hua Ruyi, on the other hand, excelled at directing historical dramas, but he didn’t follow the usual conventions, his plots being bizarre, slightly edgy, and unexpected.
When Jiang Ling was filming 'The Prince Who Turns into a Frog,' she had heard Chen Mingzhang mention Hua Ruyi with admiration, even with a hint of complaint.