Sen Yao even suspected that she had misheard.

The person left, but the money was not spent...

Are you talking about me?

Sweat soaked the back of her clothes. Sen Yao had heard from her sister early in the morning that there was this person on the set. Not only could he tell that Sen Ya was pregnant, but he also knew everything about Du Binquan's family affairs.

Unexpectedly, Xiangrui started to decide life and death the first time they met.

Feng Man held her forehead with her hand, her own artist is simply the "Conan Holy Body", who can discover unknown secrets wherever he goes.

Well, there is still a lot of time, and we can’t eat melons while standing. Feng Man is familiar with it and quickly pulls the two of them to sit down.

"Ms. Sen's skin looks so youthful," Feng Man started the conversation with a smile. She knew exactly what Sen Yao wanted to know, and she connected the previous and next sentences to lead the conversation forward.

"You don't look like me at all. You've got fine lines on your face."

"Eh~" Sen Yao was a sharp person and immediately understood Feng Man's intention. She waved her hand at her, "You're old enough, how can you be young? You've spent money. You just got a water-lightening injection."

Feng Man: "Hey, which beauty salon did you do this in? I'll go there and try it tomorrow."

"Come on, you can't afford it. That little money can only buy a few hyaluronic acid molecules."

Xia Chi was silent and complained in his heart.

[She's already been taking stem cell injections several times, and she's also been getting nano-microneedle and thread-lifting treatments, spending money at the beauty salon every few months.]

That face is almost becoming a UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage.

Sen Yao and Feng Man both smiled stiffly. How could they continue the conversation?

Are we living in a parallel world?

[People with money actually show off their wealth to their faces, unlike me, who only shows off in my mouth.]

Xia Chi is in self-reflection...

"A face that's destined to be a treasure trove," Xia Chi tutted. "A prosperous wealth palace, a destiny of longevity and prosperity... What a pity, the surgery ruined his luck, and ultimately led to a calamity in his appearance."

Sen Yao's wrist trembled, and the priceless jade bracelet hit the edge of the huanghuali table with a "click". She looked down and saw a spider-web-like crack on the transparent jade surface.

Feng Man's eyelids twitched: "This..."

She quickly calculated the market price of the heirloom jadeite in her mind and couldn't help but worry for Sen Yao.

Sen Yao's fingertips traced the cracks on the jade bracelet, and she said, "What a beautiful crack! A broken jade can ward off disaster... ward off disaster..."

[Oh, it's still a piece of spiritual jade. It's cracked nicely. I hope you can crack it like this next time...]

[Even though I stopped him this time, I can't stop him from going to the beauty salon all the time.]

[The mortality rate from plastic surgery is three times that of cesarean sections, no matter how much money you have.]

[The King of Hell will let you go, but he can't stop you from dancing at the gates of hell.]

Xia Chi suddenly thought of Sen Ya. She was able to do well in the circle thanks to this capable and caring sister. If something happened to Sen Yao, Sen Ya would be so sad, and who would be able to support the company?

"Boss Sen, I recently read a physiognomy book. Your forehead is like a full moon, your chin is like a boat, and even the little mole on the end of your eyebrow is right in the 'wealth position'. You are destined to be very rich and powerful!"

His eyes fell on Sen Yao's nose bridge. "Especially the bridge of the nose. It looks flat but actually hides a treasure trove. If I inject hyaluronic acid into it, I'm afraid it will leak money. But it can't be moved anymore."

[Losing money is a small matter, but death is a big matter! ]

[Vascular embolism, there is no way to save it.]

[This is all I can say. I hope she'll stop before it's too late for the sake of money.]

Senyao: "!!!"

I won't move even if you kill me.

I secretly blocked the plastic surgeon I had an appointment with.

Feng Man quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alas, this child is too honest, and his words are too blunt..."

"Well, I think he has a point."

Sen Yao suddenly laughed, fine lines forming at the corners of her eyes. "Yaya and I looked so much alike when we were little. Even my mom couldn't tell us apart."

She twirled the jade bracelet. "Later, she became more and more beautiful. Everyone who saw her said she was prettier than me. It became a psychological shadow on me. I could only study and take exams intensively, and when I earned money, I would use it to fix my face. Since you say this is a nose that attracts wealth, then I must treat it well."

Feng Man comforted her: "Who wouldn't be anxious about appearance when facing Sen Ya's model face every day? I understand."

Sen Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at Xia Chi. She finally understood why Sen Ya valued him. "Xiao Xia is such a rare kid." She suddenly picked up a piece of truffle steamed dumpling and put it on Xia Chi's plate. "There are not many young people like you in the circle nowadays who are so handsome, cute, and kind-hearted."

Feng Man keenly grasped the deeper meaning behind the words and immediately continued with a smile, "Mr. Sen, you're too kind. This child is just simple and a bit slow in speaking..."

"Simplicity is better." She turned her wrist and elegantly pulled out the script from her bag. "It just so happens that our partner has a Lunar New Year film called 'A House Full of Gold and Jade' and they're in need of a decent boy..."

Feng Man's eyes lit up and she immediately took over: "Boss Sen, this is..."

"The third male lead, shooting in Macau for two weeks." Sen Yao took a sip of black tea, her red lips leaving an ambiguous mark on the rim of the cup. "But, we still have to see if your schedule is suitable..."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Man's mouth corners were harder to suppress than AK.

She raised her wine glass, and the two goblets collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

【???】

【What's the meaning?】

[Is this a deal? Is it that easy?]

[Lunar New Year film! This is going to be a big hit! ]

[Is it harvest time? God has finally given me food to eat! ! ! !]

What's the salary? Tell me.

[I've also earned seven figures before, so I can't do it any less than this...]

Just shut up if you get the advantage!

Feng Man wanted to cover his head.

Under Feng Man's gaze, Xia Chi thanked him politely: "Thank you, Mr. Sen, for your support."

Sen Yao: "Hey, no need to thank me, it was all Yaya's idea. If you want to thank someone, you have to go and thank her in person. Oh, by the way, Yaya is basking in the sun in Chating. She has been thinking about you since the new drama was finished. You should go and chat with Yaya for a while. Her assistant is not here, so having someone around can help.

When Feng Man heard this, she knew that her trip was not in vain. After the divine beast passed Sen Yao's level, it should have other uses.

"Boss Mori and I still have some details to discuss, so you have to take good care of the big star."

"Yeah, okay."

After hearing what the two said, Xia Chi left the private room and went to Chating.

Chating is not far away, just a few turns away.

The famous star Sen Ya was sitting by the window to rest. She was the only one in the empty hall. I wonder if she had booked the whole place.

Senya reclined in a soft chair, her long silk dress wrapped around her slightly bulging figure, forming soft folds at her waist. She unconsciously stroked her belly, her bare face shimmering with a faint watery glow, which only made her almond-shaped eyes appear even more translucent.

For some reason, Senya seemed a little lonely after leaving the spotlight.

Xia Chi thought of the turmoil a few days ago.

At that time, Senya had just become pregnant. The early stage of pregnancy should have been the most low-key and confidential stage, but some people's actions tore a bloody hole in her privacy, turning it into a carnival of hunting by the whole nation.

Marketing accounts made insinuations, the media used a magnifying glass to analyze the changes in her waistline during recent activities, paparazzi were omnipresent and even secretly took photos of her ultrasound reports, and under the hot search terms, vicious speculations and vulgar jokes were mixed together, as if she was not a person but a public topic to be dissected at will.

Until extremely important media people published articles in succession to denounce:

"Disclosing privacy is suspected to be illegal. It is recommended that the Senya team report it to the police directly."

"Pregnancy is supposed to be a spiritual journey, but when did it become evidence of guilt in a public trial? Everyone here, who wasn't brought into this world by a mother through hardships?"

"What pregnancy requires is rest, not collective bullying."

This ultimately prompted a sharp commentary from a state media outlet: "When society's hostility towards expectant mothers outweighs its respect for life, we should reflect on our collective moral anemia."

These stark questions were like a cold shower, finally shifting public opinion. Trending searches were removed, and several of the most popular marketing accounts quietly deleted their posts. Those maliciously edited videos and out-of-context interviews gradually sank into the corners of the internet.

The Senya team has never responded.

He also did not disclose the matter between Zhang Ningyuan and Luo Ming.

That night, Du Binquan got a private menu of a century-old restaurant from somewhere and forced Jiang Nan, Zhang Ningyuan, and Xia Chi, who had sloppily removed her makeup and looked confused, to sit down at the mahogany eight-immortals table.

Xia Chi huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. A cup of 58-proof Maotai was stuffed into his hand. Du Binquan threatened him in a hoarse voice: "If you don't drink it, you're not giving Old Du face!"

After three rounds of drinks, Du Binquan suddenly slammed his chopsticks and said, "We have to talk it out today!" He threw his arm around Zhang Ningyuan's neck, spraying him with the stench of alcohol. "We're men, and men have dignity! I know you must have felt wronged, but no matter what the grievance is, it's wrong, and you have to apologize to Sen Ya!"

Zhang Ningyuan, after being forced to drink several glasses of strong liquor, was completely shattered. He hunched over in his chair, his face flushed. His fingers dug deep into his hair, tearing at it haphazardly. His handsome hairstyle had been tangled up, with a few strands sticking out.

He tore open the collar of his shirt, and he giggled nervously, his shoulders hunched as if he had been electrocuted, and then tears fell without warning, rolling down his nose in big drops.

He slid off the chair as if his muscles were loose and knelt down in front of Sen Ya.

Senya and Du Bin were both dumbfounded.

Alcohol broke down the last dam, and all the decency maintained by willpower was shattered. Zhang Ningyuan opened his mouth, his throat rolling violently, and the suppressed sobs that were crushed in his chest were more tragic than any howling.

By the end—the situation had completely reversed. Sen Ya, who was supposed to be the one to apologize, frantically handed him a tissue, while Du Binquan, the peacemaker, patted him on the back, muttering, "It's okay now," like coaxing a child. Xia Chi, an outsider, also came over with a trash can and let him vomit uncontrollably.

Finally, the whole group of people went to serve him.

[The fairy sister was kind-hearted and forgave Zhang Ningyuan.]

Xia Chi couldn't help but think.

Sen Ya seemed to have heard something and suddenly turned her head. The sunlight filtered through the shadows of the trees on the terrace, sprinkling fine gold powder on her eyelashes. She smiled in Xia Chi's direction and said, "Xiao Xia, come here quickly."

"Sister Sen Ya!" Xia Chi came forward, looking at her with sparkling eyes: "You look much better than before..."

"Really?" Senya held her face in her hands, her eyes curved into crescents, and she was very pleased with his words. "I've finally been able to sleep through the night recently. The little guy finally understands mommy."

She extended her hand to signal Xia Chi to sit down: "Are you still filming with Luo Jian's crew recently?"

Sen Ya's question was like a needle piercing Xia Chi's heart.

Jiang Nan's disgusted look suddenly flashed before his eyes.

His heart ached, and he grinned and laughed.

"It's already finished filming. I was just worried about having no more scenes to shoot..."

"That's just right—"

Sen Ya looked at him like a wet puppy, and her fingertips unconsciously ran through the ends of his slightly curly hair.

Xia Chi's hair was softer than she had imagined, like caressing a bunch of dandelions basking in the sun.

"Our partner is going to start a drama in the second half of the year and is in need of a handsome actor like you. Are you interested?"

"Boss Sen told me already~" Xia Chi said in a muffled voice with a nasal sound, "Sister Sen Ya, you are so kind. You have resources and still think of me."

"Who told you..." Senya paused, her hand gently resting on her bulging belly, "You happened to save my baby?"

"When this little guy comes out—" Her voice suddenly became very soft, like a feather falling on her heart, "Can he call you uncle?"

"uncle?"

This word was like a bullet wrapped in honey, hitting Xia Chi's heart unexpectedly.

He opened his mouth and looked at Sen Ya's gentle eyes in a trance.

[I'm going to be... an uncle? ]

The two words rolled over his tongue, carrying an unfamiliar sweetness.

[Uncle...isn't he family?]

I have... a family...