Chapter 127 - Fairy in a Bottle 1

Chapter 127: Fairy in a Bottle 1

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As Qin Wanyan disappeared from sight, the fans on site were still reminiscing her stunning look.

“That dress is so beautiful. Oh, I must buy one like it in this lifetime!”

“Her skin is so nice. I feel like she looks skinnier and fairer in real life than she does on screen.”

“Just now, did you hear the chatter of the Daipai Sisters (those who rely on making money from taking photos of celebrities and selling them) while they were filming Qin Wanyan? I finally understand the term ‘long guns and short cannons’* the sound of those shutters going click click click…”

Another pile of rainbow farts surfaced in the livestream room as Qin Wanyan’s fans felt extremely glorious.

—— [Nobody objects to goddess Qin slaying the whole stage tonight ,right?]

—— [Aside from a few seniors, only Jiang Chen and the Vase Fairy were left to walk the red carpet in the younger talent pool, right?]

—— [I just watched the red carpet order released by Tomato Entertainment. It seems Jiang Chen and Qin Wanyan were supposed to walk together]

—— [Wait, something’s off? How come I see the Vase Fairy’s agent?? Is she next?]

—— [Hahaha this is going to be good. What an interesting order of appearance. To appear after Qin Wanyan is basically suicde, this is actually a public beating!]

Ah Nan stepped out of the car and carefully opened a black umbrella before pulling the door open.

The Tomato Entertainment marketing team evidently wanted to rile up some drama. The photographer in charge of the livestream immediately rushed forward to take a closeup of the opening car door.

Some random fan on site screamed: “Show yourself, demon!”

There was laughter everywhere as unbridled mockery began to surface in the live comments.

The next second ——

What caught everyone’s eye first was a pair of sparkling silver high heels. The girl’s pale white ankles were delicate and slender, only visible for a fleeting moment before being covered up by the dress from a slight movement.

Xiang Yi leaned down and stepped out of the car in a burgundy dress with spaghetti straps covered in sequins. Her creamy skin appeared dense and white, while her figure was slender but not too thin. Her angled shoulders and swan neck arced toward the young girl’s elegant face.

Her raven black hair had been tied up, but not in a stereotypical bun. Instead, it was wrapped in a printed scarf with some wisps of hair falling over her collar bone, making the whole look seem laid back and casual.

She wasn’t wearing any heavy makeup either, with only a layer of clean foundation and an ombre-themed eye palette that was reminiscent of the most brilliant colors of the sunset. Her eyelids had been lightly glossed over with large glittery sequins, echoing the design of the dress and emphasizing her facial features to shine extraordinarily bright.

Xiang Yi thanked her agent holding her umbrella with a slight nod as she turned her bright eyes just in time to face the camera.

After a few days of streaming, Xiang Yi had a better grasp on being in front of a camera as her red lips bloomed into a beaming smile.

The live audience: “…”

The viewers in the stream: “…”

Instantly, the comment section exploded!

—— [What the f*ck?????]

—— [What the f*ck!!!!!]

Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words at the moment as if they had been bewitched, staring unblinking at the girl on the screen.

The fan who had screamed “show yourself, demon’ looked as if she had seen a real demon, expression full of shock.

Suddenly, the noisy scene became silent for a moment.

Up until ——

Jiang Chen, who had just departed the bus, made a streamline for Xiang Yi with long strides, bending down when he arrived to lift up the hem of her trailing skirt, quietly saying, “Big sister, be careful.”

Only then did Xiang Yi notice that there was a selfie stick straddled across the way ahead. She didn’t know if it had been dropped by a fan or… if someone had placed it there on purpose.

If she had tripped, she would most certainly have been the biggest joke of the night.

Xiang Yi tilted her head slightly, her brows curving. “Thank you… little brother.”

The silent scene broke out with an overwhelmingly noisy array of screams.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhh!”

*Translator’s Note: Describing the different sizes and lengths of cameras and film equipment used by journalists and media outlets