Chapter Fifty-Nine: Do You Think I Look Like an Absolute Fool?

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Do You Think I Look Like an Idiot?

Seeing Bai Su approach with a beaming smile, Tang Zhong knew the matter was settled—his proposal had been accepted. He wouldn’t need to wear a skirt or a fur coat, nor would he have to reveal his identity.

“It’s done,” Bai Su said, grinning broadly. “They reacted just like I did. At first, they thought the ad was a bit absurd, nothing particularly outstanding. But after a moment’s thought, they understood the meaning behind it. Director Feng and President Cai both said it’s worth a try. Get ready. We’ll proceed according to the plan we discussed.”

“Hmph,” Zhang Hepburn complained, “Why do we have to pursue him? Can’t he chase after us? We’re girls, after all.”

“Benben, it’s just an advertisement,” Bai Su explained patiently.

“I know. I’m just venting. If it were real—well, I wouldn’t like him at all,” Zhang Hepburn declared.

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Several makeup artists from the crew came over, saying they wanted to style the three members of Butterfly.

“Miss Tang Xin, it’s an honor to style you,” a sweet young woman said, standing before Tang Xin with a smile.

“No, no, no,” A-Ken walked over, wagging his finger. “Xin is mine. I’ll handle her styling. You all—can go do something else.”

“Mr. A-Ken, the director specifically instructed us,” the young woman said awkwardly. Torn between the director’s orders and one of the most renowned stylists in the industry, she truly didn’t know what to do.

“What? Don’t trust my skills?” A-Ken sneered. “Let me tell you, I’m a professional. You should believe in my expertise. If anyone doubts it, let them come talk to me personally.”

“All right,” the young woman conceded, obeying A-Ken’s command.

Bai Su laughed quietly to herself. She thought, thankfully Tang Zhong had won over this flamboyant A-Ken; otherwise, many things would have been troublesome.

The school bell rang, and students trickled out of the campus in groups.

Tang Zhong appeared in high school uniform, a Butterfly signature ribbon tied around his neck. The ribbon fluttered, and his delicate features were captured in a close-up, bathed in the soft golden light of afternoon.

As he walked onto the lush football field, Zhang Hepburn, also in uniform and sweetly adorable, approached with a hint of shyness and a face full of happiness. At the same time, Lin Huiyin dashed up from behind, her white skirt billowing in the wind, revealing a slender, alluring stretch of her beautiful leg—

Tang Zhong glanced ahead, then behind. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the ice cream in his hand, then he took a big bite—

“Cut!” Feng Yang exclaimed, his face aglow with excitement, his right hand slashing downward as if achieving a great feat. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Assistants hurried over, helping the three Butterfly members off the set, handing them towels and bottled water.

“Replay it once,” Cai Yanfen said, standing beside Feng Yang.

“No problem,” Feng Yang replied, then played back the footage they’d just recorded.

The beautiful and comedic scene appeared again.

“Excellent. Truly excellent,” Cai Yanfen smiled broadly. “Hepburn is adorable—really looks like a middle schooler. Huiyin didn’t smile while running; instead, it made her look like she truly cared for that boy. The most impressive is Tang Xin—how is she so talented? She seems just like a boy. Handsome, energetic, and funny—her future is limitless. I’m confident that once this ad airs, Miaomiao’s market share will surge again.”

“I agree,” Feng Yang echoed. “Zhang Hepburn and Lin Huiyin are playing themselves. Tang Xin, though—she’s remarkable. A genius. So much potential. Just from today’s performance, she’ll attract fans of both genders. Not only will the boys like her, but she’ll win over a huge female fan base.”

“As long as you two are satisfied,” Bai Su said delightedly. To have resolved things so smoothly filled her with pride and joy. When Tang Xin first suggested this wild idea, Bai Su had hesitated, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety—but she never expected such a pleasant surprise.

“Satisfied. Very satisfied,” Cai Yanfen said with a smile. She thought, the contract with Butterfly expires at the end of the year. Better hurry and sign a new one before they become even more popular, or the price will be much higher.

“President Cai, I think the ad’s theme could be ‘Miaomiao, I Only Have One,’ or ‘Miaomiao, the Feeling of Heartbeat.’ You decide which fits best.”

“Let’s go with ‘Miaomiao, I Only Have One,’” Cai Yanfen decided without hesitation. “Our Miaomiao is unique.”

“OK. Once Tang Xin’s throat is better, we’ll record the voices for all three. Today’s work is done—everyone can wrap up,” Feng Yang said excitedly. As the director, a great work would bring him both wealth and renown.

“Director Feng, Manager Bai, everyone’s worked hard today. I’ve already booked a private room at Baohua for a meal—please honor us with your presence,” Cai Yanfen said, demonstrating her social skill with a timely invitation.

“Thank you, President Cai,” Bai Su replied with a smile. “I’m worried Tang Xin and the others are tired and want to send them home to rest.”

“No problem,” Cai Yanfen said. “Even if they rest, they should eat first. Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

“Yes, I’d like to chat with Butterfly as well. Manager Bai, don’t refuse again,” Feng Yang, now in a great mood, set aside his ‘big shot’ attitude and invited them warmly.

Bai Su, unable to resist, agreed, saying, “All right. It’s our honor.”

Bai Su walked over to explain to Tang Zhong and the others, just as she was about to lead them to the car, a silver BMW convertible sped over.

The ad was being shot at a foreign language school in Pearl City. Since it was Saturday, the campus was empty, no students around. The car had free rein, racing as if competing.

Screech—

The sports car stopped beside the crew. A thin man in a white suit jacket, wearing Armani sunglasses, stepped out.

Clothes make the man, as they say. His appearance wasn’t particularly attractive, his physique failed to inspire confidence. Yet, with the sports car behind him, luxury brands, and his nouveau riche manner, he drew exclamations from some of the female crew members.

“If you’re not handsome, at least be rich.”

That’s the mate selection standard for many women. He happened to meet the second criterion.

Bai Su’s expression stiffened upon seeing him.

Sun Qing. He’d managed to get their schedule from the company and rushed over specifically to intercept them.

Zhang Hepburn shot Tang Zhong a mischievous glance. “The Monkey King’s here. The White Bone Demon needs to transform quickly.”

“Benben, don’t be ridiculous. How could Tang—Xin be the White Bone Demon?” Bai Su scolded softly.

“Aunt Bai, you’re out of touch. Online, they say women who are white-collar, backbone, and elite are White Bone Demons. Tang Xin meets all those criteria. Just wonder if she can escape the Monkey King’s golden staff this time—in Journey to the West, the White Bone Demon was beaten to death by the Monkey King.”

Bai Su moved to Tang Zhong’s side and whispered, “Sun Qing. Tang Xin’s pursuer—the son of the company’s vice chairman. You don’t need to say anything. I’ll handle it.”

Tang Zhong nodded silently.

Sun Qing nodded and smiled gracefully at those around him, then strode briskly toward the three members of Butterfly.

“Tang Xin,” Sun Qing called out joyfully. “At last, we meet again.”

“I thought Young Master Sun was here to see me,” Zhang Hepburn pretended to be jealous. “Last time you said you’d find me, now you call for Tang Xin as soon as you arrive—your heart changes so quickly.”

“Haha, Benben, you’re as sharp-tongued as ever,” Sun Qing inwardly loathed Zhang Hepburn, thinking, Someday I’ll get you.

“Mr. Sun, Tang Xin’s throat isn’t well. The doctor forbade her from speaking,” Bai Su explained cheerfully.

“Oh, I heard about that,” Sun Qing said, eyeing Tang Zhong. Something felt off. Tang Xin used to have a neutral style, but was inherently gentle. Now, not only was she dressing neutral, she’d become more assertive—though the face was the same, the aura differed from the Tang Xin he knew.

“What’s going on?” Sun Qing wondered, unable to understand. “Could it be because A-Ken changed her style?”

“Tang Xin, how careless can you be? Don’t you know how important a singer’s voice is? Is it better now?” Sun Qing looked at Tang Zhong with intense concern.

“It’s improved a bit, but she still needs rest. She can’t speak at the moment. She couldn’t do lines during the ad shoot, so we’ll have to record them later once her throat heals,” Bai Su said. She’d agreed to Cai Yanfen’s dinner invitation, but now, with this troublesome visitor, she had to get Tang Xin away as soon as possible. “Mr. Sun, they’ve been shooting all day. I’ll send them home to rest.”

“All right, I’ll go with you,” Sun Qing said cheerfully.

“That’s not really appropriate,” Bai Su said, feigning difficulty. “If you come, they won’t be able to rest. You’re an honored guest—they’d have to entertain you. Perhaps, when Tang Xin’s throat is better and she can speak, you can visit and have a proper conversation?”

Sun Qing’s expression darkened.

He pointed at his own face, glaring fiercely at Bai Su, and said, “Bai Su, do you think I look like an idiot?”