After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 137 Competition Result
As the days passed, Sang Shuwan tried to forget the dispute with Sang Jiuyue in her busy work and put more energy into music creation and charity. By chance, she learned that Happy World Amusement Park would hold a large-scale music theme event for special children, so she signed up to be a volunteer without hesitation, hoping to bring joy and music enlightenment to the children.

On the day of the event, the sun poured down on Happy World Amusement Park without reservation. The colorful amusement facilities sparkled with dreamy light in the sunlight. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of cotton candy and the silver bell-like laughter of children. The atmosphere was full of joy. Sang Shuwan wore a simple white shirt, the corners of which were casually tucked into blue jeans. Her long hair was tied softly behind her head, and a few strands of hair hung beside her cheeks, adding a bit of freshness and friendliness.

The staff beside him were busy setting up the stage. Although the stage was not big, it was decorated warmly. Various musical instruments were neatly arranged, and a delicate violin was particularly eye-catching. Under the sun, the paint on the violin body was soft and shiny. It was the "magic wand" that Sang Shuwan would use to play beautiful melodies for the children. Sang Shuwan squatted down from time to time, whispered with the children, and patiently answered their curious questions about the instruments. She always had a smile on her face, her eyes curved into crescents, full of tenderness.

In the management office deep inside the amusement park, Sang Jiuyue was busy in front of the computer screen. She now works in the event planning department of the amusement park, responsible for the behind-the-scenes coordination of various performances. Her slender fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, her brows slightly frowned, and she focused on the work report in front of her. When she scrolled the mouse and saw Sang Shuwan's name appear on today's event schedule, her originally agile fingers froze instantly, her expression stagnated, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in her eyes, as if unwilling, jealous and resentful intertwined, but in a flash, she returned to indifference, snorted coldly, and whispered to herself: "She knows how to find opportunities to show off." After that, she closed the report, stood up and took the event materials, ready to go to the site for inspection, and her pace unconsciously quickened a few points.

Sang Shuwan carefully tuned the instrument on the stage, gently plucked the strings, listened carefully to the timbre of each note, tilted her head slightly, and adjusted the tightness of the strings. She picked up the bow again and slowly pulled it on the strings, feeling the perfect fit between the bow and the strings. Offstage, the children were sitting or standing, following her movements closely, their eyes full of curiosity and expectation. Sang Shuwan stopped her movements from time to time and interacted cordially with the children, teaching them how to hold the piano correctly, and patiently teaching them the name of each instrument and simple playing methods. The children learned in a very good manner, their little hands imitated clumsily, and their innocent smiles infected everyone present. Sang Shuwan was also immersed in this pure warmth, temporarily forgetting the disturbances in the outside world.

Sang Jiuyue quietly came to the event site. She was wearing a professional suit, black high heels, her hair was tied into a neat bun, and her expression was stern. She deliberately slowed down her pace, hid behind the crowd, and her eyes passed through the layers of people to the dazzling Sang Shuwan on the stage. Seeing Sang Shuwan's close relationship with the children, the fire of jealousy in Sang Jiuyue's heart suddenly burned even more vigorously. She recalled the competition, when Sang Shuwan held the trophy for the best violinist under the spotlight and the audience applauded loudly. Her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent marks. "Why is she always so popular? She's just good at pleasing people." As she thought, her eyes flickered, and she quietly walked around to the back of the stage.

Behind the stage, audio equipment and wires were placed in a mess. Wires of varying thicknesses were winding on the ground like snakes, and the indicator lights on the audio amplifiers were flashing. Sang Jiuyue's eyes were alert, like a cat waiting for an opportunity. After confirming that no one was paying attention, she squatted down, moving quickly but carefully. She first unplugged several key cables connecting the speakers and the mixer, and her slender fingers skillfully unfastened the interface buckles and gently pulled out the cables; then she turned the volume adjustment knob to the minimum, and while turning the knob, she even listened carefully to confirm that there were no abnormal sounds. After doing all this, she quickly stood up, patted the non-existent dust on her knees, pretended to tidy up the corners of her clothes as if nothing had happened, and walked away in her high heels, "clicking" and blending into the crowd.

Not long after, the music event officially began. Sang Shuwan stood in the center of the stage, with an upright posture and a smile on her face. She bowed deeply to the children first, then gracefully picked up the violin, gently placed the body of the violin against her collarbone, and adjusted her posture. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled the bow. The sound of the violin, which should have been melodious and pleasant, came out through the speakers but was unusually weak, accompanied by a crackling noise, like the sound of an old radio. The children in the audience, who had originally focused their eyes, instantly became confused, with puzzled expressions on their young faces. Some children even stretched out their little hands, pointed at the speakers, and muttered softly: "Why is the sound so low?"

Sang Shuwan also noticed something was wrong. She frowned and stopped playing. Her eyes were full of confusion and anxiety. She looked at the staff inquiringly. The staff was stunned at first, then panicked and rushed to the sound equipment. They checked in a hurry. One staff member squatted down and carefully checked the line connection. Soon he found several unplugged cables. He widened his eyes and pointed at the disconnected wires, shouting to his companions: "Why was this cable unplugged!" Another staff member frantically turned the volume knob, trying to increase the volume, but it was all in vain. They looked at each other, beads of sweat on their foreheads, not knowing who was behind the trick, full of confusion and annoyance.

Sang Shuwan was filled with anger. She intuitively felt that this matter was related to Sang Jiuyue. She looked sharp and searched the crowd quickly, not missing any corner. At this moment, Sang Jiuyue walked out of the crowd, with her hands folded in front of her chest, with a barely perceptible smug look on her face, as if to say "I did it, what can you do about it". Sang Shuwan saw her at a glance, and the anger in her heart suddenly burned to the peak. She pursed her lips tightly and walked straight towards Sang Jiuyue, taking every step heavily, as if to convey the anger in her heart through her footsteps.

Sang Shuwan stood in front of Sang Jiuyue. They were of similar height and stared at each other. The air seemed to be filled with sparks. "Sang Jiuyue, you did it, didn't you?" Sang Shuwan asked, his voice trembling slightly with anger, but his tone was firm. He stared at Sang Jiuyue, trying to find the answer from her eyes.

Sang Jiuyue snorted coldly and turned her head away. There was a flash of panic in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said in a cold tone: "Don't slander me, I didn't do anything." As she spoke, she shook her hair gently, pretending to be indifferent.

Sang Shuwan was so angry that she was shaking all over, her chest heaving violently. She raised her voice and it was almost a roar: "Who else would do this here besides you? Why did you want to ruin this charity event? These children are innocent!" Her eyes were wide open and her eye sockets were red. Her heart was full of heartache for the children and anger at Sang Jiuyue's actions.

Sang Jiuyue turned her head, her eyes full of disdain, and took a step forward, getting closer to Sang Shuwan, their noses almost touching: "Stop pretending to be a saint. Don't you just want to use these kids to hype yourself up and increase your exposure? Do you really think you are so noble?" Her tone was sarcastic, and every word was like a knife, trying to hurt Sang Shuwan.

Sang Shuwan gritted her teeth, her teeth chattering, and said word by word: "My love for music and my sincerity towards these children are not something you can understand. You are just jealous of me winning the award, so you target me everywhere and do such despicable things." As she spoke, she pointed at Sang Jiuyue, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

Sang Jiuyue took a step forward and approached Sang Shuwan. The atmosphere between the two was tense and the air around them seemed to freeze. "Don't be too proud. Do you think you are great just because you won an award? Your music is just a show, without any substance." Sang Jiuyue's voice was sharp and full of aggression.

The people around them gradually gathered around, forming a circle around the two people. There were bursts of exclamations and discussions in the crowd, and some of the audience looked surprised, unable to believe the two people arguing fiercely in front of them.

The amusement park was decorated with colorful lights like a dream, huge posters were posted in various conspicuous places, the contestants on them were smiling brightly, and the banners of the music competition fluttered gently in the breeze. Amid the anticipation of everyone, this large-scale music competition reached its climax.

On the stage, the lights were dazzling, as if it was daytime, illuminating the entire venue. The audience was looking forward to it, their eyes fixed on the stage. Sang Shuwan was wearing a flowing white dress, like a fairy from a fairy tale, and the beloved violin in her hand exuded a soft luster, which complemented her perfectly. She walked onto the stage with light steps, bowed gracefully to the audience, then placed the violin firmly on her shoulder, adjusted her posture, and began to play.

Her fingers were so agile that they seemed to dance on the strings, and the bow moved smoothly between the strings. The beautiful notes were like gurgling water, pouring out continuously. The melody was sometimes passionate and surging, like thousands of horses galloping on the vast grassland, majestic; sometimes melodious and graceful, just like the crisp birdsong in the forest, agile and pleasant. The audience was completely immersed in the musical world she wove, intoxicated. As the melody rose and fell, the expressions on their faces kept changing. Some closed their eyes slightly, immersed in the enjoyment; some had excitement in their eyes, and couldn't help but nod slightly, as if resonating with the music. At the end of the song, the audience burst into thunderous applause, and cheers and cheers intertwined, one after another, echoing for a long time.

In the shadows on the side of the stage, Sang Jiuyue stood in the backstage waiting area, looking at the radiant Sang Shuwan on the stage. She unconsciously clenched her hands, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, leaving pale crescent marks. She was wearing a burgundy slim dress that perfectly outlined her slender figure. Her hair was carefully tied up, and a few strands of hair fell beside her fair neck, adding a bit of charm. She stared at Sang Shuwan on the stage, her eyes full of jealousy and unwillingness, and whispered to herself: "It's just luck that I caught a suitable song."

Over the years, Sang Jiuyue's struggle on the road of music has been arduous. Countless mornings, when the first ray of light shone into the small and dim piano room, she had already sat in front of the piano, repeatedly practicing scales and arpeggios until her fingers were sore and numb; countless late nights, when the moonlight was shrouded and everything was silent, she was still repeatedly pondering the complex emotional turns in the music, carefully considering the strength of each note and the speed of each rhythm. But every time, when she was looking forward to shining on the stage, she was always overshadowed by Sang Shuwan's dazzling achievements. Those images of Sang Shuwan receiving praise and trophies on the stage, like sharp thorns, pierced deeply into her heart, and the flame of jealousy burned in her chest, burning more and more vigorously. And this game, in her eyes, was an excellent opportunity to prove herself and regain glory.

Finally, it was Sang Jiuyue's turn to go on stage. She took a deep breath, trying to make herself look calm, and walked onto the stage steadily in high heels. The spotlight instantly hit her, she raised her head slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. Putting the violin on her shoulder, she began to play, and the sound of the violin flowed from her fingertips. The piece she chose was a difficult classical piece, full of complex techniques and strong emotional conflicts. At first, the sound of the violin was melodious and gentle, like crying and complaining, as if telling the hardships and unwillingness she had gone through; then, the rhythm suddenly accelerated, the notes became dense and powerful, her fingers jumped quickly on the strings, and the bow shuttled between the strings frantically, as if to vent all the repression and desire in her heart.

The audience was initially attracted by her piano music and immersed in it. However, during the performance, Sang Jiuyue made several minor mistakes due to excessive tension and inner struggles. Although these mistakes were not serious for professional musicians, they were enough to disrupt the originally perfect performance rhythm. She herself also noticed these mistakes, and her heart tightened. She became more and more flustered when playing, and the originally smooth melody was slightly stuck. Although she tried hard to make up for it, her emotions were difficult to be as full as at the beginning, and finally ended the performance in a slightly hasty rhythm.

After the competition, the tense scoring process began. The staff were busy counting the scores in the background, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense, as if the air had frozen. The audience held their breath, anxiously waiting for the final result. Finally, the host walked onto the stage, holding the list of winners in his hand, cleared his throat, and announced loudly: "The champion of this competition is - Sang Jiyue!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the audience looked at each other with disbelief written all over their faces. Sang Shuwan was standing in the audience. When she heard the result, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of shock and confusion. She stared blankly at the stage, where Sang Jiuyue was walking up to the stage triumphantly, taking the trophy, with a smile of victory on her face. Sang Shuwan couldn't figure out why Sang Jiuyue was the champion when her performance was obviously better. Her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, her heart was full of anger and unwillingness, and her body trembled slightly with excitement. She looked around and saw the audience whispering and talking, some of the judges looked embarrassed, and some shook their heads helplessly. All this made her more convinced that there must be something hidden behind this game. She recalled the hardships she had experienced in preparing for the competition. In order to polish every note, she often stayed up until the early morning, repeatedly watched the master's performance video, and humbly asked the industry seniors for advice, but now such a result made her feel that all her efforts were trampled on.

Sang Shuwan suppressed her emotions, turned around and hurriedly left the scene. She walked out of the amusement park, got into her car, and drove all the way back to her villa in the suburbs. The villa was silent, with only soft lights illuminating the living room. Sang Shuwan walked into the living room, casually placed her violin on the sofa, and collapsed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, soon bursting out and sliding down her cheeks. The scenes of the competition kept replaying in her mind, from herself walking confidently onto the stage to Sang Jiuyue's smug smile, every scene pierced her heart like a needle.

At this time, Jiang Cimu walked out of the room, and when he saw Sang Shuwan's distraught look, his heart suddenly tightened. He quickly walked to Sang Shuwan, sat down gently, and gently embraced Sang Shuwan in his arms, and comforted her softly: "Baby, don't be too sad. It's okay if you don't take this award. Your performance on the stage has perfectly proved yourself. You will always be the best in my heart." Jiang Cimu's voice was low and warm. He gently stroked Sang Shuwan's hair, trying to soothe her inner pain.

Sang Shuwan leaned in Jiang Ci Mu's arms, tears pouring out like a flood. She choked and said, "I don't understand why this happened. I clearly... I have paid so much." While crying, she tightly grasped the corner of Jiang Ci Mu's clothes, as if that was her only support at the moment.

Jiang Ci Mu gently stroked Sang Shuwan's hair and said softly: "Maybe there is some hidden trick here, but this will not affect your strength at all. You have to believe that gold will always shine, and this setback is only temporary." He secretly speculated in his heart that the result of this game might not be simple. Based on his understanding of Sang Shuwan, her strength is far beyond what this result shows, and there is a high probability that there are unfair factors behind it.

With Jiang Cimu's comfort, Sang Shuwan's emotions gradually calmed down, and the pain in her heart also slowly eased. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Cimu, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, husband, it's great to have you around." Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan's red and swollen eyes, his heart full of heartache, and secretly vowed to seek justice for her.

On the other side, Sang Jiuyue returned to her residence happily holding the trophy. She placed the trophy on the table and looked at it repeatedly, with a smile on her face. This trophy was not only an honor to her, but also a proof of her victory over Sang Shuwan. She felt that she had finally been able to hold her head high. She picked up her phone and posted a photo of herself winning the award on the social platform. The accompanying text was full of joy and pride, and soon received many likes and congratulatory comments, but she did not notice that some questioning voices had begun to appear in the corner of the comment area.

The prize for this competition was awarded by the property of the rich girl Tangtang's family. After Tangtang returned home, she was full of doubts about who would win the prize. At the competition, she witnessed Sang Shuwan's enchanting performance and saw the audience immersed in it. According to common sense, the champion should be Sang Shuwan. She found her mother and couldn't help asking, "Mom, I don't think the result of this music competition is fair. Sang Shuwan's performance was obviously better. Why is Sang Jiuyue the champion?" Tangtang was confused and frowned. In her heart, Sang Shuwan's strength was unquestionable, and this result was really hard to understand.

Tangtang's mother sat on the sofa, looked at her daughter, frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Baby, it was President Qi who greeted me specially. As you know, President Qi is my good friend. She has wide connections and great power in the entertainment industry. This time, she put a lot of thought into helping Sang Jiuyue win the award." Tangtang's mother's eyes were evasive when she spoke. She knew very well that this was not a glorious thing to do, but due to Qi Yunhan's favor, it was difficult to refuse.

"Boss Qi? Qi Yunhan? Why did she do this? Just because she is Sang Jiuyue's agent, can she manipulate the results of the game at will?" Tangtang's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and her brows were tightly furrowed. She couldn't accept such an operation. In her opinion, the competition should be fair and just, and strength is the only criterion for determining victory or defeat.

The mother patted Tangtang's hand gently and explained patiently: "I know you and Jiyue are good friends, and I understand that you value fairness. But to be fair, Jiyue's strength should not be underestimated. She has studied the field of classical music for many years and has a solid foundation. Mr. Qi supports her so much, he must have seen her potential and hard work." Tangtang's mother tried to find some reasonable explanations for her behavior, hoping to convince Tangtang to accept this result.

Tangtang listened to her mother's words, and the waves in her heart gradually subsided. She carefully recalled Sang Jiuyue's performance. Although she always felt that Sang Shuwan was better, she had to admit that Sang Jiuyue also had her own unique charm. After hesitating for a moment, Tangtang finally decided to believe Sang Jiuyue and forgive her this time. She thought silently in her heart that maybe this competition was really affected by other factors, but Sang Jiuyue must have made a lot of efforts to win this award.

However, doubts on the Internet surged. Music forums and social media were full of discussions about the results of the competition. Professional music critics published articles comparing Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue's performances in terms of technique, emotion, and expressiveness, and all concluded that Sang Shuwan was more capable of winning the championship. Netizens posted comments one after another, demanding an explanation from the organizers. The topic continued to gain popularity, and the term "the dark side of music competitions" quickly topped the hot search list.

Tangtang scrolled through her phone, looking at the overwhelming doubts, and her heart began to waver again. She thought of the past with Sang Jiuyue, the days when they participated in music activities together and shared their musical dreams, but the public opinion in front of her forced her to re-examine her judgment. She decided to talk to Sang Jiuyue, but no one answered the phone after calling several times.

Tangtang, upset, came to the rooftop of her villa. The rooftop was very elegantly decorated, with comfortable rattan chairs and a small coffee table. Tangtang sat on the rattan chair and asked the housekeeper to brew a pot of her favorite Biluochun. The steaming tea aroma rose, but Tangtang had no intention of tasting it. She looked at the skyline of the city in the distance. The high-rise buildings were covered with a layer of golden gauze under the afterglow of the sunset. It should have been a beautiful scene, but at this moment it seemed a little blurry in her eyes.

"Jiyue, please don't let me down." Tangtang whispered softly, the teacup in her hand swayed slightly, and the tea rippled in circles, just like her fluctuating heart at the moment. She recalled what her mother said, Mr. Qi's intervention, and Sang Jiyue's proud look after winning the championship. Many scenes intertwined in her mind. She hoped that all this was just a misunderstanding, and hoped that Sang Jiyue could give her a reasonable explanation so that she could continue to trust her friend without reservation.

Sang Jiyue stood in Mr. Qi's spacious, bright and luxuriously decorated office. Mr. Qi sat behind a large desk. The huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him let in bright light, which made her serious and somewhat helpless expression clearly visible. "Jiyue, in order to let you win the award this time, I found Tangtang's mother and used some connections." Mr. Qi leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands, and said bluntly, "The results of the competition have changed. You have to know this." Upon hearing this, Sang Jiyue's heart "clicked", and shock and uneasiness instantly surged into her heart. She widened her eyes and looked at Mr. Qi in disbelief. She opened her mouth, but was speechless for a while. She knew that this competition was of great significance to her. It was an excellent opportunity to prove her musical strength and get rid of Sang Shuwan's halo. But such an operation made her feel vaguely inappropriate, especially when she thought of her friendship with Tangtang for many years, a trace of guilt spread in her heart. But under the temptation of fame and fortune, she still chose to remain silent, only stammered a few times, and hurriedly left the office. When she left, she walked in a hurry and almost bumped into the potted plant at the door. The potted plant shook a few times, just like her restless heart.

Tangtang has been having doubts recently. The result of the competition is really hard for her to accept. She sat in her luxurious living room, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, frowning, with confusion in her eyes. She flipped through the photos taken on the day of the competition. Sang Shuwan's radiant appearance on the stage and Sang Jiuyue's victory alternately appeared in her mind. No matter how she looked at it, she felt something was wrong. In the end, she decided to meet Sang Jiuyue in a quiet cafe.

In the cafe, soft music was playing and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee, but Tangtang had no intention of enjoying it. She sat by the window, watching people coming and going outside, turning the coffee cup with her fingers from time to time. After a while, Sang Jiuyue came. Her steps were a little heavy and her face was a little unnatural. After seeing Tangtang, she forced a smile and walked over slowly.

Tangtang looked at Sang Jiyue across from her, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke: "Jiyue, I always feel something is wrong in this competition, do you know anything?" Sang Jiyue's heart tightened when she heard this, and the coffee cup in her hand trembled slightly, and the coffee in the cup rippled. She raised her head and met Tangtang's puzzled eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and her heart was torn. On one side was the friendship that might be lost, and on the other side was the honor that had already been obtained, but looking at Tangtang's sincere eyes, she finally decided to tell the truth.

"Tangtang, I... I know. President Qi found your mother and interfered with the result of the competition so that I could win the championship." Sang Jiuyue said in a low voice, not daring to look Tangtang in the eye. "I was also shocked when I first found out, but I wanted this prize so badly that I... I just accepted it." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, waiting for Tangtang's anger and accusations.

After hearing this, Tangtang felt disappointed, frowned, and had a complicated look on her face. She never thought that her trusted friend was involved in such a thing. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and said, "Jiyue, I have always regarded you as my best friend and recognized your talent in music, but how can you accept such an unfair operation?" Tangtang's voice was trembling, and her eyes were full of pain.

There was a suffocating silence between the two, with only the music in the cafe still playing tirelessly. Sang Jiuyue raised her head, her eyes full of regret and guilt, and said anxiously: "Tangtang, I was wrong. I have been suffering for a long time. I know that I have failed your trust and violated fairness. But you are really important to me, and I don't want to lose you as a friend." Sang Jiuyue's voice was a little choked, and she looked at Tangtang sincerely, with tears in her eyes.

Tangtang looked at Sang Jiuyue's regretful expression and recalled the good times they had spent together. They participated in various music activities together, encouraged each other during those long and boring practice days, and shared each other's love and dreams for music. Those days of growing up together on the road of music unfolded in her mind like a series of warm pictures. She knew Sang Jiuyue's love for music and her efforts over the years. This time, perhaps she was dazzled by fame and fortune. Moreover, Sang Jiuyue's initiative to admit it also made Tangtang feel less angry.

"Forget it, Jiyue, I believe you are truly repentant. This is just a lesson for you. Don't make such a mistake again." Tangtang said helplessly, and her expression also eased a lot. She picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, trying to calm herself down completely.

After hearing this, Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude, and she nodded quickly: "Thank you, Tangtang, I will never let you down again." There was a hint of relief in her voice, and she relaxed a lot.

Coming out of the cafe, the two walked side by side on the street. The breeze blew gently, blowing away the haze between them. The sun shone on their bodies, warm and cozy, just like their reconciled friendship. Melodious music came from the shops on the street, as if singing for this lost and regained friendship. As they walked, they recalled the fun things in the past, and occasionally smiled at each other, as if those unpleasant things had never happened. At this moment, they both understood that true friendship will become stronger after going through wind and rain.

The sun shines through the gauze curtains and gently sprinkles into the spacious and bright living room. Sang Shuwan lazily curls up on the soft sofa, her iconic long hair casually scattered, wearing loose home clothes, and she has lost the gorgeousness and brilliance on the stage. At this moment, she looks more like a friendly girl next door.

Alice sat opposite her, her slender fingers skillfully fiddling with the nail tools. She had neat short hair and a shrewd and capable look in her eyes. Even at this leisure moment, she could not hide her aura as a gold medal agent. "Shu Wan, for this fashion magazine cover shoot, the styling team has prepared several plans. I think they are all good. I will send them to you later." Alice said as she picked up a bottle of light pink nail polish and gently unscrewed the cap.

Sang Shuwan nodded slightly and yawned, "Okay, Alice, just pick the one that suits you best. I'm almost exhausted from all the recent announcements." She stretched out her hand, let Alice hold it, and prepared to start the manicure.

Alice chuckled, "You just work too hard. But thanks to your hard work, your popularity has remained high. Come, try this color first, I think it suits your skin tone." As she spoke, she carefully applied nail polish on Sang Shuwan's nails, her movements gentle and skillful.

Sang Shuwan looked at Alice's focused look, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. "Alice, thanks to you being by my side, if not for you, I really don't know what I would do." She said with emotion.

Alice raised her eyes and smiled. "We are partners, and more importantly, friends. It would be awkward to say these things. Besides, I feel very accomplished watching you get to where you are now. By the way, there is a charity dinner next week, and the organizers hope you can attend. Is your schedule okay?"

Sang Shuwan frowned, "Next week... I remember there's a commercial shoot."

Alice took out her phone and quickly looked through her schedule. "The advertising shoot can be moved to the day after tomorrow. The charity dinner is still very important. It can not only improve your public image, but also do good deeds. It's killing two birds with one stone."

Sang Shuwan thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, let's arrange it this way. By the way, do you have any ideas for the dresses for the dinner party?"

Alice's eyes flashed with excitement. "Of course! I have contacted several well-known designers. They are working on the design draft and will probably have a first draft tomorrow. I emphasized to them that they want to highlight your elegant temperament without losing your personality."

Sang Shuwan smiled and said, "You always think so carefully. By the way, after the new drama was aired recently, the online reviews were mixed. What do you think?"

Alice stopped what she was doing and looked at Sang Shuwan seriously. "This is normal. When you are famous, you are prone to gossip. Controversy means that you are popular and most of the audience still recognize your acting skills. What we need to do is to constantly improve ourselves and respond to doubts with better works."

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and said, "You're right. Sometimes when I see those negative comments, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

Alice patted Sang Shuwan's hand gently, "Don't take it personally, this is the only way to go. Think about it, when we first debuted, we faced much greater difficulties than this, but we got through it step by step, didn't we?"

Sang Shuwan was lost in memories. When she first entered the entertainment industry, she ran into obstacles everywhere and no one was interested in her. It was Alice who always accompanied her, encouraged her, and helped her to fight for opportunities. "Yes, it was really difficult at that time. I remember one audition, I was so nervous that I couldn't speak the lines fluently, but you were by my side and kept cheering me up."

Alice smiled and said, "I knew you had potential, you just needed time and opportunities to prove yourself. Look, now you are already a top star, how many people envy you."

The two chatted about the past, and before they knew it, their nails were painted. Alice looked at Sang Shuwan's nails carefully and nodded with satisfaction, "Perfect, this color suits you very well. Next, it's time to apply a facial mask." She stood up, took out two facial masks from the cabinet next to her, and handed one to Sang Shuwan.

Sang Shuwan took the mask, put it on her face, leaned back on the sofa, and enjoyed a moment of peace. "Alice, do you think I will suddenly stop being popular one day?" She suddenly asked, with a hint of worry in her voice.

Alice also put on a facial mask and sat next to Sang Shuwan. "How could that be? As long as you maintain your passion for acting and continue to improve your acting skills, the audience will always support you. Moreover, I will always be by your side to help you plan every step."

Sang Shuwan gently held Alice's hand. "I feel much more at ease with your words. Alice, what are your plans for the future?"

Alice thought for a moment and said, "My goal is to make you an international superstar and let the whole world know Sang Shuwan. Of course, when you become successful, I might also consider training some newcomers and passing on my experience to them."

Sang Shuwan smiled, "Then I have to work hard and not let you down. By the way, I recently received a movie script. How about you help me take a look at it?"

Alice became interested. "Oh? What kind of script? Tell me about it."

Sang Shuwan sat up straight and began to tell the general content of the script. This is a story about a woman's growth. The protagonist struggles in difficult situations and finally realizes her self-worth. Alice listened carefully and raised some questions and opinions from time to time.

"I think this script is pretty good, the role is very challenging, and the subject matter is very novel. If you can play this role well, it will greatly enhance your acting career." Alice analyzed.

Sang Shuwan's eyes lit up, "I thought so too. But I heard that there are many people competing for this role, and they are all talented actors."

Alice smiled confidently, "So what? We are as good at acting as anyone. I will help you get the role, you just need to prepare well for the audition."

Sang Shuwan nodded heavily, "Okay, I will definitely do my best. Alice, if I can get this role this time, I will treat you to a big meal."

Alice smiled and joked, "Then I'll make a note of it. It has to be a top-notch luxurious meal." The two smiled at each other, and the living room was filled with a warm atmosphere.