Translator:
Noodletown Translations
Editor:
Noodletown Translations
Huo Mian nodded and followed the director into the dressing room.
Not one for heavy makeup, Huo Mian insisted that they kept her makeup light. Ultimately, they gave her Korean-style natural makeup.
Also, instead of the original gold qipao that the director brought, she opted for a more elegant, black and white-printed qipao.
Because there was heating in the recording area, it was okay to wear short sleeves.
Before she got onto the stage, the director reminded her repeatedly,
Mrs. Qin, you don’t have to talk too much. Just answer the questions along with the other contestants. It’s okay if you get eliminated. We won’t give you questions that are too difficult to answer. I know that you will make it to the final round. You will definitely win the reward.
So what you’re saying is… if I don’t win, you won’t donate 1 million yuan?
Huo Mian suddenly realized this important problem.
Uh… yes, that is correct.
But that’s not what you said before. I was under the impression that my presence will guarantee the 1 million yuan donation.
Huo Mian’s expression turned cold.
Maybe I wasn’t clear, haha, please don’t mind me… but from what I know, you definitely won’t lose, right?
What a perfect time to use flattery…
Huo Mian’s sneer grazed past the director’s face.
I’m not flattering you, I’m just being honest. Mrs. Qin, you truly are an exceptional woman.
The female director laughed, delivering a crisp response.
Huo Mian hated these types of liars, people who cheated others through loopholes.
Instead of being upfront from the beginning, the director waited until the last minute to tell Huo Mian the truth, which was that she would only receive the reward if she won the contest.
This type of fraudulent behavior truly rubbed Huo Mian the wrong way…
She didn’t care about a million yuan. She could give those poor children that amount anytime she wanted to, but this was about basic integrity and honesty…
If this was any other time, Huo Mian would’ve gotten up and left, but she didn’t… because she recognized the scent of perfume the director used; it was a perfume from a brand called VVO.
What’s interesting was that Song Yishi also loved the brand. If Huo Mian remembered correctly, that woman had the same scent every time they met.
Some might call it a coincidence. Most girls liked Chanel, but that didn’t mean that they all know each other.
However, VVO was different. It was an Italian indie brand, not one that was famous across the world.
Due to it being an up-and-coming brand, VVO was only known to Italian citizens.
Since Song Yishi studied in Italy ever since she was little, it wasn’t strange that she had a bottle, but… where did this director get hers?
There were no counters available domestically, and although there was a chance that she had gotten it from someone who had traveled to Italy, the perfume was made from extremely rare and expensive materials. It was only affordable for rich people.
An 8000 yuan bottle of perfume… was that something a director of this caliber could afford?
Both she and Zhu Lingling were perfume enthusiasts; this was why she was so knowledgeable when it came to scents. Zhu Lingling even asked someone to buy her an exact bottle from in Italy, leaving her with buyer’s remorse for a whole month since the bottle cost 8000 yuan.
Huo Mian didn’t like this particular smell; it was too pungent for her taste. She wasn’t into scents that were unforgettable after a single whiff. Something this attention-grabbing didn’t suit her.
She was more into the subtle scents, like those that smelled like candies or fruits.
With that, Huo Mian looked up at the female director and smiled.
Miss Wang, are you close with Mayor Song’s daughter, Song Yishi?
Sure enough, upon hearing her question, the expression on the female director’s face changed ever so slightly…
