For the next month, Su Qianqian, with her flawlessly pure-yet-seductive face and a figure that could captivate souls, stubbornly endured the life of a drab little assistant.
She naturally couldn't escape Lin Shu's jealousy.
After realizing she was being targeted precisely because she was too beautiful, Su Qianqian tried hiding behind black-framed glasses.
But her exquisite bone structure and the innate liveliness she simply couldn't conceal, under such deliberate cover, only added a layer of unspoken allure.
Coupled with her figure, even in the most ordinary, loose-fitting T-shirt and jeans, her movements were gracefully slender and delicate. Every curve remained undiminished, and her slender waist was so pronounced it was impossible to look away.
The final result was that instead of achieving the desired camouflaging effect, she became an even more irritating scheming bitch in Lin Shu's eyes.
"Su Qianqian! Are you a snail? It takes you forever to fetch a coffee!" Lin Shu, clad in lavish costume, sat in her rest chair, her tone growing increasingly impatient.
The agent beside her, Sister Li, knowing Lin Shu had Gu Chengyu's backing, felt she had to cater to Lin Shu's whims and make things difficult for this promising newcomer, no matter how talented she seemed.
She immediately chimed in, "Tsk. Some people just aren't cut out for honest work, always thinking about crooked shortcuts. Such an eyesore!"
Su Qianqian handed over the warm coffee, keeping her eyes downcast. "Sister Shu, your coffee. No sugar, half cream."
Lin Shu took it, her fingertips barely touching the cup before recoiling. Her delicate eyebrows shot up, and she directly splashed the coffee at Su Qianqian's feet!
"It's scalding! Are you trying to burn me? Go buy another one!"
The liquid splashed onto Su Qianqian's shoes and ankles. It was clearly just warm.
Su Qianqian bit her lower lip, swallowing the surge of grievance and anger.
She knew Lin Shu was doing this on purpose; the coffee's temperature had been perfectly fine.
But she said nothing, merely lowering her head further. "I'm sorry, Sister Shu. I'll go buy another one right away."
Scenes like this played out almost daily.
Either she was deliberately sent on errands only for the purchased items to be deemed unsatisfactory, or Sister Li piled heaps of miscellaneous chores on her until her back ached and her legs were sore, all while enduring the constant sarcastic barbs from Lin Shu and Sister Li.
Other staff on the set felt some sympathy for her, but none dared openly cross Lin Shu.
Some thought her looks were too flashy and she deserved the treatment.
Most simply remained detached, watching coldly from the sidelines.
Su Qianqian truly wasn't accustomed to such a life.
In her previous life, though sickly, she had been cherished and protected by her family. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Not to mention, her current body was exceedingly delicate. The slightest exertion left her back aching and legs weak; her skin would flush red after just a little sun exposure.
She had no one to rely on, and the money in her pocket was barely enough for rent, leaving almost nothing else.
The cost of living in S City was high. She still needed money for food and transportation.
That meager salary became her only lifeline for now.
Every night, returning to her tiny rented room, she would massage her sore calves and slender waist, encouraging her reflection in the mirror:
"Endure it a little longer. Save up some money, and leave as soon as you find a new opportunity."
"Get away from Lin Shu. Live well."
She looked at the face in the mirror—still breathtakingly beautiful even in exhaustion—and sighed.
This face and this body, on someone as poor and without backing as she was now, were a curse, not a blessing.
Before Su Qianqian could find a new opportunity, the Shen Media anniversary gala arrived as scheduled.
Crystal chandeliers glittered, elegant dresses swirled, and glasses clinked.
She wore a pale apricot spaghetti-strap dress, paired with a matching sheer short-sleeved top that revealed her slender, pretty collarbones.
The dress fell to her knees, its skirt flaring slightly, accentuating her slim waist and long legs—a look both fresh and charming.
This outfit had been ordered by Lin Shu for her to change into. It didn't fit perfectly, but her natural beauty compensated, and no one paid much attention to the clothes anyway.
At this moment, even as she stood quietly in an inconspicuous corner,
the gazes of the men, sweeping over her fair, delicate face and her tiny, cinched waist, were filled with admiration and curiosity.
