Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 286 - 287: The End of the Road

Chapter 286: Chapter 287: The End of the Road

"Sister Jinxia, it’s only seven o’clock, you’re up so early?"

He Jinxia laughed, "It’s not early anymore, there are a bunch of things I need to do today. I have to go check the room layout to see how it is, and I need to take some measurements; it will make shopping easier."

Zhang Yuanyuan was slow to realize that she too had to go out and get things done today; she quickly stood up and ran to wash up.

By the time she was done, He Jinxia had already put on light makeup, without applying any lipstick.

When Zhang Yuanyuan finally scrambled herself together and walked out, He Jinxia had almost finished preparing breakfast. She had made herself a bowl of noodles and had heated up some bread on the side, also preparing some milk.

After Zhang Yuanyuan came out, He Jinxia thought for a moment, then ran to the kitchen and fried an egg for her.

Zhang Yuanyuan watched her in awe, her face unabashedly filled with admiration.

One step ahead is always ahead, Sister Jinxia is so amazing!

He Jinxia smiled gently at her, "Hurry up and eat, if you’re still hungry I can make you a fruit salad. I’ve already eaten and will go check on the room."

Zhang Yuanyuan nodded, looking at He Jinxia’s receding figure, she sped up inhaling her bread.

She needed to eat quickly so she could go help Sister Jinxia!

Zhang Yuanyuan felt an inexplicable confidence in Sister Jinxia, convinced that following her would ensure a smooth stay until the end of the program’s filming.

When Zhang Yuanyuan finished breakfast and entered the room, she saw He Jinxia holding a book, with a piece of paper on top of it, which she had placed on the book as she doodled and wrote.

Curiosity drew her in, and when Zhang Yuanyuan had a look, her eyes widened; He Jinxia was drawing a layout of the entire house.

Noticing the expression on Zhang Yuanyuan’s face, the following staff member quickly carried over a camera, zooming in, and focused on the paper.

A framed interior layout appeared on the camera’s screen.

He Jinxia was drawing with a ballpoint pen, some of the lines marking the beginning of the ceiling fabric were a bit crooked; luckily, her hand felt steady after that, drawing quite accurately from the center of the wall downwards, and the bed looked good too.

Since she really botched the ceiling, He Jinxia simply moved the focus to the bed and expanded to the clothes rack, wardrobe, desk, wall lamp, and so on from there.

Zhang Yuanyuan thought that if you folded the paper in half, the bottom half would definitely look nice.

Looking up at He Jinxia, Zhang Yuanyuan felt somewhat reluctant to interrupt, as the woman’s focused and serious demeanor seemed almost sacred. Just then, a breeze blew in, fluttering the curtains and causing wisps of hair to dance across He Jinxia’s forehead.

Coupled with her concentrated effort on drawing, it lent her an air of gentle, intellectual beauty.

It was rare for her to encounter a female star with this kind of temperament in the entertainment circle, even among the younger stars, few possessed it.

Just watching her stirred feelings of depth and a rich sense of story, coupled with a peaceful sense of the passage of time.

Zhang Yuanyuan squeezed her hands. This feeling she had only ever gotten from aging, distinguished actors, professors who were famous in a certain field. They weren’t acting; they were living life.

Outside the entertainment circle, she had only felt this with her grandparents.

If her grandparents saw Sister Jinxia, they would probably be very happy.

Sometimes Sister Jinxia really didn’t seem like she belonged to the entertainment circle, she was more like...

Zhang Yuanyuan furrowed her brows, racking her brains for the words, but she couldn’t think of any.

"What’s with the gloomy face?" a warm voice came from beside her ear, it was He Jinxia.

Zhang Yuanyuan snapped back to reality, shaking her head, "No, I saw you were drawing so intently, I didn’t dare disturb you."

Curiously, she asked, "Are you sketching the room to help with shopping later on?"

He Jinxia nodded, "Having a rough sketch with me will be very convenient."

Zhang Yuanyuan: "Have you already chosen the style?"

He Jinxia’s lips curled slightly, "I have, and I think it’s going to be very special."

At last, she added, "I’ll keep it a secret for now."

Zhang Yuanyuan: "..."

Sometimes she felt Sister Jinxia was composed, but at other times she seemed mischievous. At her best, she was a delight to the heart, at her worst, you’d wish you never knew her.

After a while, Zhang Yuanyuan managed to say, "You have to remember, the budget is only five thousand."

He Jinxia’s eyes curved into a slight smile, revealing the plump crescents beneath her eyes. Her eyebrows cocked playfully, exuding a cunning air.

"Don’t worry, it will definitely be enough."

Before leaving, He Jinxia confirmed the decoration rules for the themed room with Deng Xiiaoxiiao and then immediately took Zhang Yuanyuan away.

Meanwhile, another team staying at the inn emerged from their rooms, lagging behind, only after they had slowly departed by boat.

Deng Xiiaoxiiao looked at them with surprise: "Are you just waking up now? I thought you were out already!"

Liu Xiaoqin and Ji Jiaming exchanged glances, a trace of bewilderment in their eyes. It was only eight-thirty; was that really so late?

Standing beside them, Zhang You kept his head down, looking at his phone and remained silent, his expression unreadable to the others.

Deng Xiiaoxiiao reminded them: "You need to speed things up—Jinxia and Zhang Yuanyuan have already gone out to shop."

Ji Jiaming nodded, but Zhang You still did not react.

When Deng Xiiaoxiiao went to the kitchen with Liu Xiaoqin to prepare their breakfast, Ji Jiaming patted Zhang You on the shoulder: "Hey, what are you thinking about? You’ve been daydreaming the whole time!"

Zhang You’s body jerked, and he quickly stepped back, hurriedly putting away his phone.

Ji Jiaming was puzzled, "What’s the matter with you?"

Zhang You shook his head: "Nothing, just feeling a bit unwell, dizzy when I got up this morning. That just now scared me."

Ji Jiaming examined Zhang You’s face. He usually didn’t wear makeup, but Zhang You did, and it wasn’t clear whether his pallor was due to the makeup or actual discomfort—he did look quite "deathly."

Quickly, he pointed to the sofa: "You should sit down for a while. Maybe you’re just exhausted from running here non-stop after the last event. I’ll get the thermometer for you, take a rest."

Zhang You hurriedly responded: "No need to go through all that trouble, I’ll be fine after resting a bit."

Ji Jiaming: "No way, your health is important. You take a rest, I’ll find it right now."

Without waiting for Zhang You to reply, he turned to look for the thermometer.

Zhang You sat on the sofa, lowered his head, and opened his phone again.

As he came down, his agent had sent him a picture, which was none other than He Jinxia’s public clarification statement.

It was neither earlier nor later, but precisely timed before he was about to release a hyped-up gossip article. It was as if he had dressed up in a suit and was excitedly heading to a banquet everything ready, arriving right at the venue’s entrance only to be told by the staff that he wasn’t invited at all.

Like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, utterly chilling.

If she had issued the statement earlier, his team wouldn’t have considered concocting a scandal for him.

If she released it later, after the team had already stirred up the scandal, he would have reaped some benefits and backing out wouldn’t have been an issue.

But the declaration was timed right at the delicate point between early and late—Zhang You was truly not in a good mood, which was why he had just lost his composure.

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