"I don't know what you're talking about."
Su Meiyi flatly denied it, then shook her phone, pointing to the time on the screen. "You're dawdling. Look at the time, let's go."
She turned and stomped out of the hotel, masking her guilt with anger.
Meng Jingwei couldn't be bothered to argue with her. After leaving the hotel, she accompanied Su Meiyi to the runway show of the Seville Fashion Week.
As it was a major show, it attracted many popular and promising models. The audience was large, so rehearsals were necessary.
Su Meiyi, considered the top star at Huayu Media, was the youngest and least experienced person backstage at the Seville Fashion Week show.
Meng Jingwei acted as her assistant throughout, helping Su Meiyi with all the minor tasks.
Su Meiyi would ask Meng Jingwei to buy mineral water one moment, and the next she would ask her to handle this small matter or that small matter, but Meng Jingwei patiently completed each request.
After a round of the runway rehearsal, Su Meiyi had completed her task, and Meng Jingwei felt much more relaxed.
It was then, amidst the crowd, that Meng Jingwei spotted a familiar figure. That person was none other than... Ji Lanfeng?!
Ji Lanfeng?
When they were students at Xuancheng University, Ji Lanfeng attended Xuanying University, located near Xuancheng University.
Although they were at different schools, they had met several times.
Seeing Meng Jingwei lost in thought, Su Meiyi followed her gaze and was surprised.
Good heavens, that was the great film emperor Ji Lanfeng. What was he doing here?
Despite her heart being filled with envy and admiration, Su Meiyi maintained a superior air in front of Meng Jingwei, mockingly saying, "What are you looking at? That's the youngest film emperor in the country, Ji Lanfeng. How about this, if you beg me, maybe I can help you get his autographed photo. It's not expensive, only fifty thousand yuan per photo."
Meng Jingwei raised an eyebrow and glanced at Su Meiyi as if she were looking at a lunatic. "Fifty thousand?"
"Fifty thousand is already very cheap. Ji Lanfeng's autographed photos are hard to come by. Scalpers are selling them for over two hundred thousand. Fifty thousand for you is a good deal."
Su Meiyi spoke to Meng Jingwei with a sense of pride and ostentation, as if her status as a model made her superior.
"How about this, thirty thousand... never mind, I'll give you a friendly price, ten thousand yuan for an autographed photo. How many do you want?" Meng Jingwei asked Su Meiyi.
"Heh, that's laughable."
Su Meiyi deliberately raised her voice and switched to English, "You say you can get an autographed photo from Film Emperor Ji? You're just a nobody. If you can get one, I'll change my surname to yours."
Everyone in the industry knew that Ji Lanfeng had once had a serious issue with autographs. Since then, he allowed photos but refused to sign for anyone.
Su Meiyi's voice was loud, attracting the attention of those around her, who all turned to look.
"Who is this? She doesn't look like she's from the industry."
"Clearly not a fan. She doesn't even know the basic rules."
"Yes, our Fengfeng hasn't signed autographs for anyone in a long time."
"She looks like an assistant."
"Like an idiot."
...
Everyone looked at Meng Jingwei and couldn't help but mock her.
Su Meiyi, trying to find a way to embarrass Meng Jingwei, said directly, "You said ten thousand yuan for an autographed photo from Film Emperor Ji? How about this, I'll transfer you a hundred thousand directly. If you can't get it, you'll have to pay double the compensation."
She was deliberately provoking a conflict.
Meng Jingwei noticed everyone looking at them and nodded slightly. She asked in fluent, standard English, "Are you sure you want ten autographed photos from Film Emperor Ji for a hundred thousand yuan?"
"Don't you dare? How about this, two hundred thousand for ten photos is fine too." Su Meiyi's voice was loud, deliberately creating a commotion to attract Ji Lanfeng's attention.
Ji Lanfeng seemed to glance in their direction a few times, then looked away.
She was convinced that Meng Jingwei didn't know Ji Lanfeng at all and was just trying to use the opportunity to get close to him.
If that was the case, it was a perfect opportunity for her to make a fool of herself.
Some people nearby, bored and looking for excitement, chimed in, "Forget two hundred thousand, I'll take ten autographed photos from Film Emperor Ji for three hundred thousand too."
"Exactly. It's not about the money now; it's that Film Emperor Ji would never sign for anyone."
"Right, right. Hahaha..."
"I'll buy ten photos from you for four hundred thousand. As long as you can get them for me."
"This kind of woman is just trying to attract the film emperor's attention."
"Don't be fooled by her."
...
Meng Jingwei and the others chuckled at their words without comment, simply asking Su Meiyi, "Can I borrow your pen and notebook?"
She knew Su Meiyi had a notepad and pen in her bag.
"No matter what tricks you play, Film Emperor Ji won't give you an autographed photo."
While mocking her, she handed the pen and notebook to Meng Jingwei.
Under everyone's gaze, Meng Jingwei skillfully wrote a line on the notepad with the pen, then folded the paper and returned the pen to Su Meiyi.
Afterward, in full view of everyone, she walked directly towards Ji Lanfeng at the end of the crowd.
Ji Lanfeng was dressed in traditional Chinese Hanfu, wearing a black and white gradient belt-cinched brocade robe underneath, with a wide-sleeved gossamer outer coat. His hair was slicked back, revealing a handsome face comparable to the beauty of a prosperous age, like an immortal who did not eat the food of mortals, captivating and moving.
A designer stood beside him, discussing something with him.
Meng Jingwei walked over. Ji Lanfeng felt a gaze fixed on him, so he looked up at Meng Jingwei. However, as he didn't recognize her, he lowered his head again.
"Hey?"
She stood in front of Ji Lanfeng. The designer next to him looked at Meng Jingwei, then at Ji Lanfeng, and chose to remain silent.
Ji Lanfeng looked up, his gaze indifferent as he looked at her. "Yes?"
"There's something here, you might want to take a look." Meng Jingwei handed what she was holding to Ji Lanfeng.
Film Emperor Ji glanced at the dozens of eyes behind the woman, as if they had become the focal point of the entire venue.
He withdrew his gaze and said to the designer beside him, "For tomorrow's show, are there any special designs for the styling?"
Ji Lanfeng completely ignored Meng Jingwei.
Su Meiyi, who had been following her, pursed her lips and smiled, deliberately speaking loudly, "Meng Jingwei, you said you could get an autographed photo from Film Emperor Ji. Don't you see Film Emperor Ji isn't even acknowledging you?"
Unsure what was inappropriate about Su Meiyi's words, Ji Lanfeng suddenly looked up at Su Meiyi, then at the woman called 'Meng Jingwei', but she still seemed unfamiliar.
Just as he was preparing to leave with the designer, Meng Jingwei suddenly called out, "Crazy guy, want to see this?"
Her words shocked everyone.
Everyone gasped inwardly, their gazes towards Meng Jingwei shifting strangely.
"That's too clumsy. To attract Film Emperor Ji's attention, she's actually insulting him."
"And she's calling Film Emperor Ji crazy."
"She's dead."
"If the fans find out about this kind of person, they'll probably hunt her down."