Chapter 501: How Dare You Steal Ms. Si’s Things? (2)<div>


    Trantor: _Min


    Tang Qiao had known Sang Yan for many years and understood her character well.


    Sang Yan was fiercely protective and had a direct approach to handling matters.<div>


    Anyone who dared to cross her artists would not meet a pleasant end.


    Tang Qiao didn’t know Lin Wansu and felt no need to sympathize with her.


    She instructed the photography and makeup teams to prepare for a preliminary photoshoot.


    Elsewhere, at the film base, Lin Wansu had just finished filming a scene and was taking a break.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    “Wansu, why bother shing with a pop idol?” her agentmented. “You’re only lowering your own status. Your realpetition should be Bie Yunxi, with other actors of your generation. Do you realize how many people areparing you two?”


    “If this drama doesn’t outperform Bie Yunxi in viewership, you’ll never catch up to her.”


    Graduates from the same year at the Great Xia Film Academy were oftenpared, and despite simr beginnings, their career trajectories could diverge significantly.


    This cased considerable frustration to her agent.


    “She showed me disdain, so why shouldn’t I retaliate?” Lin Wansu recalled how Director Xu had made her watch Si Fuqing’s scenes, her temper ring. “Neers these days are getting too arrogant. She should count herself lucky it was me she offended. If it had been any award-winning actress, she wouldn’tst in this industry.”


    “She reallycked emotional intelligence in what she did,” the manager agent, displeased. “If she didn’t want to act, not even Director Xu could’ve forced her.”


    “So, she’s the one trying to provoke me,” Lin Wansu said coldly. “By the way, tell Director Xu that the footage of Si Fuqing must not be released. We’ll add another twenty million to the investment.”<div>


    The agent nodded, “I understand the gravity of the situation.l


    Releasing the footage would not only result in a loss of fans for Lin Wansu but could also inadvertently boost Si Fuqing’s poprity.


    “I’ll also be attending the Shen family’s wedding mid -month,” Lin Wansu added. “Make sure the crew grants me leave.”


    “That’s fine,” the agent said, aware of the social connections between wealthy families. “Director Xu won’t object to a single day’s absence.”


    Lin Wansu, thinking about meeting Xu Jianian at the wedding, couldn’t help but smile.


    “Wansu, you’re not falling in love, are you?” the agent asked, suspicious. “You know that would be career suicide at this stage, right?”


    “Of course, I’m not dating anyone. And none of the young actors out there interest me,” Lin Wansu replied, clearly annoyed.


    Reassured, the agent said, “Then focus on your acting. I’ll handle everything


    After all, Lin Wansu was the precious daughter of the Lin family and could not be neglected.


    That evening, at the Yu residence, dinner was being prepared.


    The servants set the table, attending to Mr. and Mrs. Yu.<div>


    “Where’s Jiaying?” Mrs. Yu asked repeatedly, looking towards the door. “Why hasn’t hee back with my grandson? I miss my grandson.”


    Mr. Yu was unconcerned. “They’re busy with business at thepany. It’s not certain they’lle back.”


    “Indeed, being busy is good,” Mrs. Yu said, content.


    Then, the sound of a wheelchair approached, clear and distinct.


    Mrs. Yu, who had just sat down, stood up abruptly, her expression changing.


    “I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’ll go upstairs. Please send my dinner up.”


    The butler, understanding Mrs. Yu’s reluctance to see Yu Xiheng, respectfully agreed, “Yes, madam.”


    Mr. Yu didn’t persuade her otherwise, allowing Mrs. Yu to return to her bedroom.


    Right after Mrs. Yu left, Yu Xiheng arrived.


    Even in summer, he was dressed in a full suit, meticulous and impable.


    The light outlined his broad shoulders and slim waist, casting his features in sharp relief.<div>


    Mr. Yu looked at Yu Xiheng’s legs with aplex expression, regretting countless times why they were unable to support the Yu family’s future.


    If Yu Xiheng hadn’t been disabled, Mr. Yu wouldn’t have had to rely on Yu Jiavinz to take over the familv business.


    Regardless, Mr. Yu had to admit the innate dignity andposure his son possessed were irreceable.


    Mr. Yu diverted his gaze. “You’re back.”


    Yu Xiheng responded lightly, “Yes, just checking in before heading to the doctor.”


    “I know you wish to stand again,” Mr. Yu said with a furrowed brow. “But we must ept our fate. We only have three game ounts in the family, and even though one was given to you, you haven’t encountered the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand like Yu Yao did..”