Chapter 294: A Few Things After Marriage 3

Qin Yinong tapped her fingers leisurely on the back of her other hand.

"So, you signed with our company to..."

"For her."

"What if I don't agree?"

"I'll consider other companies."

"No room for negotiation?"

"None."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Alright." Qin Yinong lowered her hand. "I'll think about it. The main thing is to get Guan Han's opinion. Although I'm her boss, we have many years of friendship. I won't force her to do anything she's unwilling to do."

Fu Yujun replied calmly, "Of course."

After a pause, she added, "Please don't tell her about my feelings for her."

Qin Yinong gave her a look of understanding.

The ever-composed Qin Yinong, who commanded authority at the company, rushed straight into Tang Ruoyao's arms in the study as soon as she got home. Tang Ruoyao was holding a brush, and a drop of ink dripped from the wolf-hair tip, splattering onto the rice paper and spreading into a flaw on an otherwise neat calligraphy piece.

Afraid the ink might stain her, Tang Ruoyao quickly set the brush on the celadon brush rest, wiped her hands with a towel, and looked down at the fluffy little creature nuzzling against her, amusedly stroking her head. "What's wrong?"

Qin Yinong pushed her into the chair, taking advantage of the situation to sit on her lap.

Tang Ruoyao wrapped her arms around Qin Yinong's waist.

While acting spoiled, Qin Yinong recounted the story of Fu Yujun's crush on Guan Han.

Tang Ruoyao was shocked. "Lao Fu is that bold? She dares to like Guan Han?"

Guan Han had, after all, been with Qin Yinong for several years. Qin Yinong defended Guan Han: "What do you mean, 'dares to'? What's wrong with Guan Han?" Though not as stunning as a celebrity, she was still quite attractive among ordinary people—tall, long-legged, with a great figure, and she could even fight.

Tang Ruoyao immediately hugged her and kissed her, laughing, "That's not what I meant. I'm just surprised, really."

Qin Yinong snorted and twirled a strand of Tang Ruoyao's hair that had fallen forward. "What do you think we should do?"

Tang Ruoyao asked, "What are your concerns?"

Qin Yinong poked her chest and said, "Your roommate Fu Yujun signed with our company entirely for Guan Han. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up here. If I agree to let Guan Han be her agent, wouldn't it feel like I'm selling out my subordinate? What if Guan Han doesn't agree?"

Tang Ruoyao nodded in agreement. "And what else?"

"Also, Guan Han doesn't know Fu Yujun likes her. Fu Yujun wanting her as an agent is clearly a move to pursue her. What if it causes trouble for Guan Han? How could I face her then?"

Tang Ruoyao smiled at this. "No need to worry about that. I know Fu Yujun well—she's the type who would never make anyone uncomfortable."

Qin Yinong tilted her head. "Have you ever seen her in a relationship?"

Tang Ruoyao shook her head.

"People's personalities can change drastically when they fall in love. How can you be sure she won't?"

"Well, she wouldn't go from gentle and refined to y@ndere or sad!stic, would she?"

Qin Yinong pinched her lover's ear. "You've convinced me on the second point. What about the first one?"—the issue of whether Guan Han would agree.

Tang Ruoyao blinked at her. "You already have the answer, don't you?"

Qin Yinong moved her finger to Tang Ruoyao's nose and pinched it again. "Are you the worm in my stomach?"

Tang Ruoyao made a disgusted face. "Worm sounds awful. I'm the little cutie in your stomach." She temporarily freed both hands, cupped them in front of her face, closed her eyes, and posed like a serene water lily resting on a lake.

Qin Yinong waited for her to open her eyes, then lifted her chin and said with a smile, "Little cutie, could you lock the study door?"

Tang Ruoyao went to lock the door and returned, slipping on a finger c0t.

Qin Yinong lay face down, softly suppressing her "sobs," afraid that Ningning—who might come upstairs looking for them—would hear.

......

The next day, Qin Yinong went to the company and called Guan Han, a rookie agent from the artist management department, into her office. Guan Han had worked her way up from an executive assistant to an agent, currently managing two young artists who were fresh graduates. She was stern and unsmiling, and the newcomers were utterly terrified of her. However, Guan Han had the backing of Qintang Entertainment and had worked closely with Qin Yinong for many years. Her connections far surpassed those of newly minted agents, and even some seasoned agents from smaller companies. What she lacked was merely time to adapt to the new environment.

This was also why many celebrity assistants transitioned into becoming agents. Qin Yinong wouldn't specifically instruct the head of the artist management department to look out for Guan Han, but given Guan Han's long-standing authority, none of the other agents in the department dared challenge her. When it came to competing for resources, Guan Han often came out on top.

So, those two newcomers were quite fortunate.

Qin Yinong said, "Take a seat."

Guan Han sat upright on the sofa in her office.

Qin Yinong exchanged a few pleasantries with her—asking about her work, whether she was satisfied with the environment, and encouraging her to voice any opinions. After Guan Han answered each question, she got straight to the point: "President Qin, did you call me here because you have something to assign?"

Truly an assistant who had worked with her for years—they were in sync.

Qin Yinong felt a slight urge to have her return as her personal assistant, but for the sake of Guan Han's career prospects, she dismissed the thought. Qin Yinong personally poured her a glass of water and said, "It's not an assignment, but there is something I'd like to hear your opinion on."

"Please go ahead."

"Tang Ruoyao's roommate, Fu Yujun... do you know her?" Qin Yinong deliberately paused, observing Guan Han's expression.

If Guan Han showed any sign of dislike or similar emotion, she would drop the subject immediately.

"I know her," Guan Han replied, her expression unchanged from before. She stated objectively, "She won the Magnolia Award this year. Whether in terms of commercial value or film and television resources in the industry, she ranks at the top. Her development momentum is very strong."

Qin Yinong fixed her gaze on her. "Her contract is about to expire, and she wants to sign with our company."

Guan Han took two seconds to process this information. Her poker face remained, but her tone lifted slightly as she said, "Our company currently doesn't have any artists of her type. If we can sign her, it would definitely enhance our competitiveness significantly."

She was considering the company's interests very objectively.

Qin Yinong dropped another bombshell: "I'm considering having you be her agent. What are your thoughts?"

Guan Han froze.

After about ten seconds, she lifted her eyes and said seriously, "Okay."

Qin Yinong couldn't help but feel that her demeanor suggested the next words would be: "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Qin Yinong cautiously confirmed with her, "Guan Han, you're not my assistant anymore. If you feel this is too difficult, you can absolutely refuse."

Guan Han replied,  "No. I'm honored that President Qin is willing to nurture me. I also want more challenges in my future work. I will definitely do my best to guide her."

Qin Yinong thought to herself: 'It's a challenge, alright—just probably not the kind you're imagining.'

And just like that, Guan Han was sold out by her boss, yet she was so moved she might as well have been counting the money for her.

For now, Qin Yinong thought, she could only trust Fu Yujun's character.

From what she knew, Fu Yujun had a decent reputation—she came from a scholarly family with a good background. If she could facilitate this relationship...

Qin Yinong refused to dwell on it further. Let fate decide.

Now, nearly a year later, Qin Yinong occasionally ran into Guan Han and Fu Yujun at the company, or, like today, bumped into them at the elevator. Guan Han's expression was noticeably more lively, with faint signs of shyness, which seemed promising.

Even sisters kept clear accounts, and the contract didn't stipulate setting up a studio for Fu Yujun. Fu Yujun hadn't made such a request either. Besides, Qin Yinong found it troublesome to build a separate lounge, so whenever Fu Yujun was at the company, she was usually in Guan Han's office.

Qin Yinong, holding Ningning's hand, arrived at the door of Guan Han's office.

Ningning asked sweetly, "Sister Yang, is Aunt Fu here?"

The assistant at the door replied with a smile, "Yes, she is." Her eyes curved as she began pulling chocolates from the drawer.

Ningning pocketed the chocolates, thanked her politely, and pushed open the door to Guan Han's office. Fu Yujun was seated in Guan Han's office chair, flipping through what looked like a contract, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Fu Yujun greeted them warmly, "President Qin, Ningning."

Qin Yinong left Ningning there and said, "I have a meeting. Could you keep an eye on her for me?"

Fu Yujun nodded, "Of course." She beckoned, and Ningning ran over to her.

Qin Yinong added, "Tang Ruoyao is at the company, in her own studio. If you get bored, you can go downstairs to find her. Guan Han isn't here anyway."

Fu Yujun nodded again.

With that settled, Qin Yinong headed back to her office briefly before going to the meeting.

Fu Yujun lifted the little girl onto her lap. "Did you see Aunt Guan on your way here?"

The child nodded.

"What did you talk about with her?"

Ningning thought for a moment and said, "She smiled as soon as she saw Mom and me today. I told her she actually knows how to smile. She said she doesn't smile at others. I said she smiles when she sees you too, and then she left."

"Well done." Fu Yujun praised, gently tapping the child's nose.

Ningning giggled and buried her face in Fu Yujun's embrace.

All of Mom and Mommy's friends smelled so nice. She loved spending time with her aunties.

Tang Ruoyao's studio served only her. Initially, she had considered following the model of Qin Yinong's early studio—which, like most studios as they developed, expanded into artist management, investment, and film production.

However, as Qintang Entertainment grew, Tang Ruoyao felt that instead of splitting her energy to run another company, it was better to focus on building Qintang Entertainment together with Qin Yinong. No matter how energetic Qin Yinong was, her capacity was limited, and Tang Ruoyao didn't want her to always be so exhausted.

So, after wrapping up matters at her studio, she went upstairs and headed straight to the conference room.

The timing was perfect. Just as Qin Yinong settled into her seat, Tang Ruoyao pushed the door open and naturally chose an empty spot to sit down.

Qin Yinong opened her mouth to speak.

An executive to her right glanced sideways, and the entire row of managers stood up in unison, shifting one seat down. Tang Ruoyao politely thanked them and took the first seat to Qin Yinong's right.

Qin Yinong gave her a nod, then turned her gaze forward, her expression authoritative as she declared, "Let's begin."

Tang Yaoyao propped her chin on one hand, watching the presentation slides for a while. The male manager proposing the plan was passionately elaborating, but her gaze quietly drifted toward Qin Yinong at the head of the table. When at the company, Qin Yinong dressed more professionally—today she wore a thin trench coat draped over the back of her chair, with a lake-blue blouse underneath, giving off a very gentle vibe.

Tang Yaoyao's mind was divided, her eyes nearly glued to Qin Yinong.

Qin Yinong kept her head tilted toward the projector screen in the meeting room, focused and serious, never turning back to meet her gaze.

A little later, Tang Yaoyao's sharp eyes noticed Qin Yinong's earlobes slowly turning red, with the blush even threatening to spread elsewhere.

Today, she had her long hair tied up, revealing her small, fair ears. The skin on her face and neck was exceptionally pale, so the redness in her ears was especially noticeable.

Tang Yaoyao quickly averted her gaze.

No one else should see Qin Yinong like this.

As the intense stare faded, Qin Yinong subtly breathed a sigh of relief, her slightly dazed mind refocusing as she threw herself back into the meeting.

After the meeting ended, Qin Yinong led Tang Yaoyao back to the office and first settled their "score." Tang Yaoyao couldn't stand steadily and slumped softly into her arms. Qin Yinong naturally held her and sat down on the sofa.

Tang Yaoyao grumbled inwardly: 'How was I supposed to know you've only managed to cultivate your shamelessness to this extent, and you still blush in public?'

But she didn't dare say it out loud—doing so would invite even harsher "punishment."

Qin Yinong mixed her a cup of honey water to soothe her throat and asked, "Did you understand the meeting content?"

Tang Yaoyao shot her a sidelong glance. "Are you underestimating me?" She had done a lot of preparation, okay?

Qin Yinong pursed her lips and said, "I was hoping you'd have questions to ask me. This way, I feel like I'm not accomplishing much."

'So that was it.' Tang Yaoyao played along, "I understood, but I'm not entirely clear on the reasoning. Could you explain it to me?"

Qin Yinong immediately perked up. "Go ahead."

Tang Ruoyao was willing to help her with the company, and Qin Yinong wouldn't stop her, immediately explaining everything in detail without holding back.

Before they knew it, it was lunchtime. Fu Yujun brought the little one over, and Tang Yaoyao invited her to stay for lunch. Fu Yujun said, "No, I have a schedule in the afternoon. I'll have lunch with... ahem."

Tang Yaoyao blinked, feigning ignorance. "Who's 'ahem'?"

Fu Yujun gave her a "you know the answer" look and smiled: "I'll be going now." She took a step, turned back, and pulled open her bag zipper: "Oh, right, Jiaran's theater tour has started again. She gave me six tickets to distribute among you all. If you have time, you can go show your support."

Tang Yaoyao took the three tickets for their family and asked, "Why did she ask you to pass them along?"

Fu Yujun said, "I wanted to gain some experience on the theater stage, so I went to see her a few days ago."

Tang Yaoyao tucked the tickets away, frowned slightly, and asked again, "Why six tickets?"

Fu Yujun waved the two tickets in her hand. "I've been so obvious—how could Jiaran not notice? Only Xiaowen thinks I signed here because of you."

Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but smile.

Fu Yujun added, "And she keeps complaining in the group chat that I've abandoned her after having my way. I suspect she just wants to trick me into giving her a red envelope."

Fu Yujun continued, "She doesn't even consider—if I really came here for you, wouldn't President Qin tear me apart?"

Tang Yaoyao thought to herself: 'Is Qin Yinong really that petty? Hmm, she really is.'

Fu Yujun tucked the two adjacent tickets back into her bag and said, "Forget it, let's just consider it an IQ tax paid for Xiaowen."

After Fu Yujun left, Tang Ruoyao sent a private red envelope to Wen Shuxian in the dorm group chat.

[Good fortune and prosperity, congratulations on making a fortune]

Wen Shuxian clicked to receive it: [Thank you, boss!]

Wen Shuxian: [Why did you suddenly send me a red envelope? Did you feel guilty about me because you and Lao Fu are flying together like lovebirds?]

Tang Ruoyao: [...]

Fu Yujun: [...]

Cui Jiaran: [...]

Wen Shuxian: [Why are you all sending ellipses? Speak clearly! And you, Cui Jiaran, why did you give Fu Yujun two tickets but only one for me? We're both single dogs, why the preferential treatment?]

Cui Jiaran couldn't resist retorting: [Who would you bring?]

Wen Shuxian: [Lost in thought.jpg]

She remained lost in thought for a whole day. The others didn't send any messages either—everyone was busy, and it was common for conversations to fade out and then pick up again days later as if no time had passed.

Wen Shuxian was still revolving in the world of idol dramas, almost pushing this path to its extreme, leaving all other young actresses from the '90s and '00s generations in the dust. She wasn't the one with the most awards, but she was definitely the one making the most money. Along with that came high-intensity work and, being part of a large company, the unavoidable task of carrying newcomers.

Wen Shuxian's "sc@ndals" had mostly been exhausted in her first two years after debut. Nowadays, she was mostly the leading lady in gossip—every drama she filmed came with a rumored romance. Some were cases of the other party clinging to her for attention, while others were promotional tactics by the company or production team. Only she knew that she was still single since birth and, despite talking about wanting to fall in love, would immediately brush off anyone who showed interest, focusing solely on her career.

Dating? What was that? Was making money not satisfying enough? Or was shipping couples not enjoyable enough?

Ten days later, a few guests arrived backstage at the National Theatre.

Since stage performances are live, the makeup tends to be heavier than for TV dramas, with a thick layer of powder. Wen Shuxian, wearing a baseball cap and sporting silver-gray hair, shouted loudly at Cui Jiaran, who was sitting at the makeup table.

Cui Jiaran jumped three feet in the air, the powder on her face fluttering down.

Cui Jiaran: "..."

Wen Shuxian laughed heartily, hands on her hips: "Your foundation isn't great quality, huh?"

Cui Jiaran nearly started a fight with her on the spot.

Fu Yujun stepped in to mediate: "Murd3r is a cr!me, murd3r is a cr!me."

Cui Jiaran greeted the others behind her: "Tangtang, President Qin, Ningning."

Guan Han now managed only Fu Yujun as an artist and was almost always with her. Cui Jiaran looked at Guan Han, thought for a few seconds, and still addressed her formally: "Manager Guan."

Guan Han gave a slight nod.

Cui Jiaran's mentor walked over, smiling kindly, and said, "Jiaran, are these all your friends?"

Cui Jiaran confirmed and was about to introduce them.

Her mentor chuckled and said, "No need for introductions, I know them—they're all excellent actors." Then his gaze shifted to Wen Shuxian, and his smile faltered. "And this is...?"

Wen Shuxian: "???" So he didn't recognize her?

Cui Jiaran was laughing hysterically inside but cleared her throat and said, "She's also an actress. Her name is Wen Shuxian."

A flicker of embarrassment crossed the mentor's face as he said, "That's nice. This young lady looks spirited, definitely has a great personality."

The mentor then walked away with his hands behind his back.

An eye for an eye. Cui Jiaran doubled over with laughter, rocking back and forth.

Wen Shuxian tried to seek help from her other two roommates, but one was struggling to hold back laughter while the other had eyes curved like crescents. In her desperation, Wen Shuxian grabbed little Ningning, burying her face in the child's shoulder as she wailed, "Only Ningning is good to me, she knows how to care for others. Look at these grown-ups with their ugly faces—aren't they ashamed?"

Ningning patted Aunt Wen's head and said seriously, "You can't say my mommy is ugly."

Wen Shuxian changed tactics: "Then it's your Aunt Fu and Aunt Cui who are ugly."

"They're not ugly either."

"Then who's ugly?" Wen Shuxian lifted her head and pointed at herself. "Me?"

Ningning tilted her head: "When you cry..." She gestured with her thumb and forefinger. "...just a little bit."

Smash—

Wen Shuxian's heart shattered into pieces, so thoroughly that not even fragments remained.

Ningning took a tissue from her pocket, gently wiped away Wen Shuxian's tears, and said, "Now you're pretty again." Then she softly kissed Wen Shuxian's cheek.

Wen Shuxian's heart instantly mended. After a moment of silence, she looked seriously at Tang Ruoyao and asked, "Would you mind if I married Ningning when she grows up?"

Tang Ruoyao: "???"

Cui Jiaran rolled up her sleeves, her facial muscles twitching as her makeup flaked off again: "You beast! Looks like you need a dose of socialist beat!ngs!"

Wen Shuxian scurried around backstage like a frightened mouse: "I was just joking! If I were to go for anyone, it'd be little Tang Fei. He's already fifteen and ridiculously handsome."

Tang Ruoyao joined the pursuit.

Fu Yujun jumped in for fun too.

Qin Yinong leisurely opened her phone camera and started recording the scene.

She glanced over and saw Guan Han also holding up her phone, filming expressionlessly. Qin Yinong's lens, of course, followed Tang Ruoyao—though it was unclear who Guan Han was watching.

With ten minutes left until the performance, Cui Jiaran retouched her makeup while the others headed to their seats in the front rows.

The theater lights had long been dimmed, with only two spotlights illuminating the stage. It was much quieter than places like movie theaters. The group hurried in with bowed heads and took their seats.

The stage was set with props, and the backlit areas exuded a solemn, rustic simplicity.

The biggest difference between stage plays and film or television is that theater is performed live for the audience. There's no room for mistakes, no retakes. Once on stage, the show must go on smoothly.

Cui Jiaran was already a moderately famous stage actress. Her previous performance in Love in a Fallen City had received widespread acclaim. Love in a Fallen City, a renowned work by Eileen Chang, tells a story of both passion and detachment through the love between Bai Liusu and Fan Liuyuan. Since its adaptation for the stage, numerous versions have appeared in both film and theater. With Bai Liusu's role already iconic, Cui Jiaran didn't imitate but instead portrayed her own interpretation of the character.

During her time recuperating at home, Tang Ruoyao had watched many plays. Whenever Cui Jiaran had a new production, she would voluntarily attend, gaining many insights from the experience.

After winning the Magnolia Award, Fu Yujun only took on one TV drama, which wrapped up filming at the end of last year. Feeling she needed to pause and recharge, she sought out a theater director and was already in discussions for a stage play. If all went well, she would participate in next year's Wuzhen Theatre Festival.

Only Wen Shuxian, solely focused on making money, was seeing Cui Jiaran's play live for the first time.

Cui Jiaran was performing in an avant-garde play this time, a somewhat obscure experimental theater piece. She stood on the high steps, her red dress billowing in the wind from the blower.

Most stage actors don't use microphones—they rely entirely on their own skills to project every line and every word to every corner of the theater, ensuring even the back row can hear clearly. Cui Jiaran's delivery was powerful and resonant, especially palpable for those in the front row, as if their entire chests vibrated in harmony and their blood boiled with excitement.

Some lines were delivered at an extremely rapid pace, yet each word remained crisp and unambiguous—this truly tested an actor's skill.

That's why actors with a stage background, when occasionally transitioning to television dramas, have impeccable line delivery.

At the same time, stage performances are physically demanding, involving not just dialogue but also blocking (movement on stage). Cui Jiaran performed a full two-hour play, and during the curtain call, those in the front row could see her chest heaving intensely, her cheeks flushed an unusually bright red, and sweat dripping from her chin.

All the actors joined hands and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Finally, there was a group photo session where the actors turned their backs to the audience and raised selfie sticks high. Qin and Tang simultaneously lifted their hands to cover Ningning's face.

Click—

The performance was a complete success, and the theater's official blog posted this photo online. Netizens, armed with their "eight-fold magnifying glasses," zoomed in and discovered a treasure trove.

[Kswl kswl (I'm dying of sweetness), what kind of celestial beings are sitting in the front row!!!]

[I was there last night, and I never realized I was so close to happiness...]

[The Qin-Tang family of three, Wen Shuxian and Fu Yujun—who's that woman in white sitting next to Fu Yujun? A random passerby or what?]

[Fu Yujun's agent, why is she everywhere? [eye roll]]

[As a fan of Dorm 405, I'm in tears. It's been four years since graduation, and they still go together to watch their sisters' plays, the whole dorm neat and complete.]

[Am I the only one who noticed Qin and Tang covering their daughter's face? It's so heart-fluttering. If I reincarnate now to become their daughter, is it too late?]

[You can start dreaming right now, and it'll be just in time.]

Wen Shuxian keenly felt the gap between herself and Cui Jiaran. Although she was earning a fortune, she didn't want to spend her entire career stuck in idol dramas—nor was that realistic. The high-intensity workload had prevented her acting skills from significantly improving since she started in the industry. Her current popularity and fanbase were largely due to the lackluster competition.

In contrast, Tang Ruoyao and Fu Yujun—one had won Best Actress awards so frequently at a young age that she could hardly hold them all, while the other took on leading roles in serious dramas. After the Magnolia Awards, she was preparing to challenge for the Feitian Award, aiming for a grand slam.

As for Tang Ruoyao's wife, needless to say, just one glance at her made Wen Shuxian feel blinded by Qin Yinong's radiant aura.

The two of them were even set to star in the Sino-foreign co-production "Wu Zetian" by the end of the year. By then, if Wen Shuxian was still acting in idol dramas while Tang Ruoyao had gone international...

...It would be too embarrassing.

Wen Shuxian couldn't bear to lose face like that.

She set down her chopsticks, having lost her appetite.

It took a while for the others at the table, who were chatting and laughing, to notice her unusual silence. The three from Dorm 405 exchanged glances and delegated the mature and steady "Lao Fu" as their spokesperson: "What's wrong?"

Wen Shuxian covered her face with both hands, peeking out from between her fingers, and whined, "Am I really that useless?"

Fu Yujun, puzzled, asked, "Why would you say that?"

Wen Shuxian removed one hand and pointed at each of the three in turn, then at herself, and sighed.

Fu Yujun suddenly understood and said, "So that's what you're talking about. 'Useless' might be too harsh, but it's true that you're falling further and further behind. Unless you really only care about making money and don't want to pursue anything higher."

Tang Ruoyao was about to speak when Qin Yinong fed her a piece of deboned fish. She swallowed the fish, took a sip of the soup Qin Yinong handed her, and found herself unable to get a word in as Qin Yinong seemed addicted to feeding her. Tang Ruoyao made an adorable pleading expression at the woman, who finally relented with a laugh. Seizing the opportunity, Tang Ruoyao said, "In recent years, Lao Fu and I have been watching each other's films and TV shows. When we have time, we also go to Jiaran's stage plays."

Cui Jiaran raised her hand and chimed in, "Me too."

Fu Yujun took a sip of water and calmly added, "Except for yours."

Honest advice may be unpleasant to hear, but it benefits one's conduct. True friends shouldn't only speak sweet words.

Wen Shuxian fell into a long silence.

Only those who share the same aspirations can be true friends. The bond among the star dormitory of the 2014 Performing Arts Star Class wasn't maintained merely through banter and jokes—it was built on a shared passion for acting and the pursuit of the highest artistic standards.

It was clear that Wen Shuxian was gradually drifting off course from the others.

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