After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 154: Fate
On television, Sang Jiyue stood on the film festival's awards stage, her trophy gleaming under the spotlight, reflecting a dazzling array of colors. The audience erupted in applause and cheers. Sang Jiyue's eyes reddened with emotion, tears welling in them. Her voice trembled slightly as she delivered her acceptance speech, her words filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy: "I want to thank my team. It is your unwavering support that has allowed me to stand here today..." Her voice echoed throughout the awards ceremony, reaching Sang Shuwan's ears as well.

Sang Shuwan watched quietly, her eyes calm and serene, utterly undisturbed. To her, Sang Jiyue's award was just another routine rise and fall in the entertainment industry, failing to stir any ripples in her heart. In her view, awards were certainly a form of recognition, but certainly not the sole measure of an actor's worth. Her dedication to acting stemmed from a deep, pure love for the craft, not from external fame and fortune. In her eyes, every effort made to create a character, every resonance she generated with the audience through her work, was far more precious than any trophy.

Just then, Jiang Cimu emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. Wisps of steam rose from the cup, filling the air with a rich aroma. He immediately noticed the scene on the television and keenly observed Sang Shuwan's calm expression. Jiang Cimu frowned slightly, his eyes filled with concern. He gently placed the coffee on the coffee table, sat down beside Sang Shuwan, and softly put his arm around her shoulder, asking softly, "Why are you watching this? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Sang Shuwan gently shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her voice was soft and calm: "No, this is a good thing for her. I'm genuinely happy for her. Awards are only temporary; what's important is the growth she's gained in the process." Her gaze remained fixed on the television screen, her eyes filled with sincerity, without a trace of falsehood.

Jiang Cimu raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "But she always treated you as a competitor and tripped you up quite a bit. Don't you really mind?" As she spoke, Jiang Cimu's hand unconsciously tightened, as if she felt indignant about the grievances that Sang Shuwan had suffered.

Sang Shuwan turned to look at Jiang Cimu, her eyes gleaming with gentle light, and patiently explained, "Let bygones be bygones. Competition is fierce in this industry, so it's understandable that she had those thoughts and actions. Moreover, it's precisely because of competition that we keep improving. Now that I see her success, I feel more empathy because I understand the hardships behind it." Sang Shuwan recalled how she herself had spent the dead of winter in thin costumes, filming again and again in the snow, meticulously practicing even the slightest expression. Those days, filled with sweat and tears, made her particularly understanding of Sang Jiyue's feelings at this moment.

Jiang Cimu nodded thoughtfully. He gently held Sang Shuwan's hand and said with emotion, "You are so magnanimous. But no matter what, in my heart, you will always be the best." As he spoke, he gently squeezed Sang Shuwan's hand, his eyes full of affection, as if conveying his unwavering love and support to her.

Sang Shuwan leaned on Jiang Cimu's shoulder, a happy smile on her face, and said, "I feel so content with you by my side. By the way, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom today, come with me for a stroll."

The two rose, hand in hand, and slowly walked towards the garden. Moonlight, like water, spilled onto the garden path, casting a silvery veil over them. In the garden, various flowers vied for attention; roses were vibrant and delicate, lilies pure white and flawless. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the flowers to sway softly and release a captivating fragrance.

On an ordinary workday, Sang Jiyue, having finished a busy day, walked out of the company building, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a long, slanted shadow of her. The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians hurrying along, everyone rushing towards their own lives, but Sang Jiyue's steps involuntarily led her toward the familiar coffee shop on the street corner.

This coffee shop was a favorite spot for her and her ex-husband. They shared the joys of starting their careers here, discussed the trivialities of life, and enjoyed moments of tranquility together in the lazy afternoon sunlight. Sang Jiyue pushed open the door; the bell on the door jingled crisply, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air. She ordered a latte, habitually walked to a seat by the window, and stared blankly out the window.

The world outside the window was bustling with activity; people were either hurrying along or chatting and laughing in small groups, but none of this mattered to her. Her thoughts drifted back to the day she divorced her husband a few months earlier.

That morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy curtains into the messy bedroom. Sang Jiyue woke up from a sleepless night to find the bed beside her already cold. She dragged her heavy body into the bathroom, looked at her haggard face and vacant eyes in the mirror, and mechanically washed herself, every movement exuding a deep sense of powerlessness.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw her husband sitting on the living room sofa, a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes equally dull and lifeless. On the coffee table, the divorce papers were neatly laid out, like an insurmountable chasm. The air in the room seemed to freeze, oppressively heavy, making it hard to breathe.

After a long silence, the husband broke the silence first, his voice hoarse and tired: "Do we really have to come to this?" His eyes were full of resentment and helplessness as he stared intently at Sang Jiyue, seemingly hoping that she would change her mind.

Sang Jiyue lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye. Her nails unconsciously dug into her palms as she tried to keep her voice calm: "We've talked about this so many times. This isn't good for either of us." Countless scenes of arguments and cold wars flashed through her mind, each memory like a knife piercing her heart.

The husband gave a bitter laugh, stood up, and paced back and forth in the room. He walked to the window, looked at the familiar street scene outside, and seemed to be speaking to Sang Jiyue, or perhaps to himself: "I still remember when we first got married, we said we would face all difficulties together and be happy forever. How did it turn out like this?"

Sang Jiyue's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered the sweet vows they made on their wedding night, when they believed love could conquer all, but they never imagined it would be so vulnerable in the face of reality. "I'm so sorry. I've been too focused on my career these past few years and neglected your feelings," she said, her voice trembling with sobs, filled with remorse.

The husband turned around and looked at her, the anger and disappointment in his eyes gradually turning into deep helplessness: "I know you have your own pursuits, but I also need a home, and I need your company." His voice was filled with deep weariness; the breakdown of this relationship had hurt him just as much.

Afterwards, the two silently packed their belongings. Each item carried memories, yet now they became sharp blades piercing each other's hearts. Sang Jiyue picked up her husband's old shirt, bought on their first trip together. Looking at the shirt, tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered that trip; they chased the waves on the beach, the sun shining warmly on them, so beautiful. That night, they lay on the sand, gazing at the starry sky, making a vow to stay together for life.

The husband was also tidying up his belongings. He picked up a photo album filled with their memories over the years. He flipped through the pages, a slight smile playing on his lips as if recalling something happy, but it was quickly replaced by bitterness. He gently closed the album and placed it in the box, his movements slow and heavy.

After packing their things, the two went to the living room. The room was empty, with only their heavy breathing remaining. Sang Jiyue looked at her home, once filled with laughter and warmth, and felt a mix of emotions. Every corner of this place held their memories, but now, it was all coming to an end.

As she left home, Sang Jiyue glanced back at the house that had once been filled with laughter and warmth, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Her husband walked ahead, his back looking so lonely and forlorn. The two walked in silence until they reached the door. Her husband stopped and said, "Take care of yourself from now on." Then he turned and left without looking back.

Sang Jiyue stood there, watching his departing figure, tears blurring her vision. Only after his figure disappeared around the street corner did she slowly turn around and leave with heavy steps.

Back in reality, the café gradually filled with people, laughter and chatter rising and falling. The soft footsteps of the waiter pulled Sang Jiyue back to reality from her reverie. Looking at her now-cold coffee, she took a deep breath, trying to banish those painful memories. She knew life had to go on, and even with the pain, she would bravely move forward.

Sang Jiyue sat in the coffee shop, lost in a whirlpool of memories, completely unaware that President Qi had somehow appeared in front of her table. Seeing Sang Jiyue's distraught state, President Qi was filled with worry and gently tapped the table.

Sang Jiyue snapped out of her daze, looked up, and saw President Qi looking at her with concern. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously sat up straight, forcing a smile as she said, "President Qi, what are you doing here?"

President Qi pulled up a chair opposite him and sat down, his eyes fixed on Sang Jiyue. His voice carried a hint of reproach and worry: "Jiyue, I'm your manager. How could you not even tell me about something so important? You actually kept such a big thing as divorce from me."

Sang Jiyue lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "President Qi, I... I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that this happened so suddenly that I haven't even recovered yet. I don't know how to tell you."

President Qi sighed, leaned forward, and said earnestly, "Jiyue, you have to understand that we are a team. I am not only your agent, but also your friend. I help you with your work and hope to share your burdens in life. It doesn't feel good for me to bear this alone."

Sang Jiyue's eyes reddened slightly. She looked up into President Qi's sincere eyes, a warm feeling welling up in her heart, but the bitterness in her eyes also intensified: "President Qi, I know you mean well. But lately, I've been wondering if I've really made a mistake. I've put too much energy into my work and neglected my family and his feelings, which is why my life has turned out this way."

President Qi leaned back in his chair, looking at Sang Jiyue with gentle eyes, and said slowly, "Jiyue, there's nothing wrong with pursuing your career. Everyone has witnessed your hard work and achievements. It's just that relationships and careers are like two ends of a scale; it's indeed difficult to maintain a balance. But this isn't entirely your fault. Couples need to understand and support each other. He also bears some responsibility for not being able to give you enough understanding when you were striving for your career."

Sang Jiyue gave a bitter smile and said, "I understand the reasoning, but what's the use of saying all this now? The divorce is a fact. I just feel like a failure. My life and my relationship are a mess."

President Qi sat up straight, his expression turning serious: "Jiyue, don't think like that. Divorce is just the end of a relationship, it doesn't mean your life is a failure. You're still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. Your abilities and potential at work are outstanding. As long as you adjust your mindset, you'll definitely achieve even greater success in your career. Moreover, after experiencing this, you'll understand better what you want, and you'll be more mature in life and relationships in the future."

Sang Jiyue nodded thoughtfully, and President Qi continued, "In the coming period, I will try to arrange lighter tasks for you at work so that you can adjust your mindset. If you have any grievances or troubles in your heart, don't keep them to yourself. You can talk to me anytime."

Sang Jiyue looked at President Qi with emotion, tears welling in her eyes, and said in a slightly choked voice, "President Qi, thank you so much. If you hadn't said these things to me today, I might still be trapped in self-blame and pain."

Mr. Qi smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Why are you being so polite with me? Alright, don't overthink it. Life goes on. I believe that it won't be long before you regain your confident and cheerful self."

The two chatted for a while longer. Mr. Qi glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "It's getting late. You should go home and rest. If you need anything, feel free to call me."

Sang Jiyue also stood up, smiling, and said, "Okay, President Qi, you should go home early too."

Watching President Qi's departing figure, Sang Jiyue took a deep breath, feeling as if the gloom in her heart had dissipated somewhat. She looked out the window; night had fallen, and the city's neon lights flickered with vibrant colors. She knew that from this moment on, she would bravely take a new step and embrace a new life.

After saying goodbye to President Qi, Sang Jiyue walked home alone. The city was still bustling at night, with brightly lit shops lining the streets, pedestrians coming and going, and laughter filling the air. However, all this liveliness seemed exceptionally distant to Sang Jiyue. Her world seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, leaving only her inner loneliness and desolation.

She dragged her heavy steps into the apartment complex. The dim yellow lights in the stairwell flickered on and off, as if telling a story of life's unpredictability. Opening her door, she found the apartment pitch black. Without turning on the lights, she went straight to the sofa in the living room and slowly sat down. Silence reigned all around, broken only by the soft sound of her breathing.

Sang Jiyue leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down. Mr. Qi's words still echoed in her ears; those comforting and encouraging words, though warm, stirred up more complex emotions deep within her. She thought of the little things she and her husband had shared, those beautiful memories now becoming the most painful needles pricking her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Jiyue felt a cool breeze brush against her cheek. She instinctively reached up to touch it, her fingertips finding it damp. She realized that tears had been streaming down her face, and they were flowing uncontrollably. She was somewhat surprised. In her busy work life, she had always thought she had become strong and rational enough to calmly face all of life's challenges. But now, these uncontrollable tears made her realize that she was, after all, a very emotional person.

She couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, the laughter sounding particularly bitter in the quiet room. In her pursuit of her career, she had relentlessly forged ahead, neglecting the people and things around her, and ignoring her own inner feelings. She believed that as long as she worked hard and achieved success, she would find happiness and fulfillment. However, reality dealt her a heavy blow, making her realize that life is not just about work, but also about family, love, and friendship—these are the essential elements that constitute happiness.

Sang Jiyue let her tears flow freely, no longer suppressing her emotions. At this moment, she needed release, needed to vent the pain and grievances deep within her heart. She recalled the scene of her first meeting with her husband, the instant her heart fluttered as if it were yesterday; she remembered every holiday they had spent together, those warm and sweet moments now only to be found in memories; she remembered her husband's lonely figure as he left, a symbol of the complete shattering of their once-loving relationship.

As tears streamed down her face, Sang Jiyue's pain seemed to lessen little by little. She gradually understood that crying was not a sign of weakness, but a healing process. Only by facing her emotions and bravely confronting past hurts could she truly let go and start anew.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Sang Jiyue's tears finally stopped. She stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains. Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating her slightly haggard yet relieved face. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh night air, and a sense of unprecedented peace welled up within her.

She knew the past was the past, and no matter how painful it was, it couldn't be changed. The future held infinite possibilities. Although she was still confused and unsure how to start anew, she had decided to bravely take the first step to find her own happiness and the meaning of life.

Sang Jiyue turned around, turned on the light, and the warm light instantly illuminated the entire room. Looking at everything familiar, she silently vowed that from this day forward, she would re-examine her life, learn to balance career and relationships, cherish the people around her, and never let herself have any regrets again.

Sang Jiyue stood by the window, the moonlight bathing her and clearly outlining her figure. She took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and her gaze swept over everything in the room. This place once held memories of her and her husband—laughter and arguments, sweetness and bitterness—all gradually settling into this small space with the passage of time. Now, the house was empty, leaving her alone, but this also gave her the opportunity to re-examine her life.

Looking back on her career path, it has been a journey filled with thorns and challenges. From a clueless newcomer to the workforce, she often felt overwhelmed by complex tasks and interpersonal relationships, spending countless nights working on proposals and meticulously studying the details of projects. Each setback felt like an insurmountable mountain, almost suffocating her. But she never gave up. With an indomitable spirit, she gradually accumulated experience and improved her skills through countless days and nights of hard work.

To secure a crucial client, she spent weeks traveling between different cities, researching their needs, preparing detailed materials, and even contemplating optimization strategies on airplanes and high-speed trains. Finally, her efforts paid off, earning the client's trust and cooperation. Countless similar challenging moments occurred, but it was these experiences that propelled her step by step to success. She invested unimaginable effort, sacrificing much time with family and enjoying life to achieve her current status and success in the industry. Fortunately, all her efforts were worthwhile; her career is now thriving, her strongest support in this difficult life. With reflections on the past and hopes for the future, Sang Jiyue entered her bedroom. She slowly lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over herself. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, illuminating her face, reflecting her weary yet serene expression. In this quiet night, after emotional turmoil and the impact of memories, she finally closed her eyes, drifting into sleep, exhausted both physically and mentally. In her dreams, perhaps she finds peace in letting go of the past, or perhaps she dreams of a bright future. In any case, at this moment, she can finally find a brief moment of tranquility in her sleep.

After finishing her conversation with President Qi, Sang Jiyue returned home, her emotions torn between memories and reality, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. She slowly lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and gradually drifted off to sleep, feeling both tired and relieved.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating Sang Jiyue's face. She slowly woke up, raising her hand to rub her still sleepy eyes. The dream from last night still lingered in her mind, but the busyness of a new day was already calling.

Just then, the phone rang suddenly. It was Sai Xi calling. "Ji Yue, don't forget, we have to see Su Yao today." Sai Xi's voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat urgent.

Sang Jiyue sat up, cleared her throat, and replied, "Don't worry, I remember, I definitely won't forget." After hanging up, she quickly got up and went to the wardrobe to choose suitable clothes. After thinking for a moment, she picked out a simple and neat white shirt, paired with black straight-leg pants, which made her look elegant yet sharp.

When Sang Jiyue arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Sai Xi was already waiting at the door. As soon as she saw her, she quickly came to greet her. "You're finally here! Su Yao is already here and is waiting for us." Sai Xi said as she led Sang Jiyue into the coffee shop.

In the coffee shop, Su Yao was sitting by the window, holding a cup of coffee. Seeing them enter, she immediately stood up to greet them warmly. "Miss Sang, I've been waiting for you! I absolutely loved your latest movie!" Su Yao's eyes were full of excitement and admiration.

After the three sat down and ordered their drinks, Su Yao started talking: "Miss Sang, I was so engrossed in your movie! The plot was so engaging, and your acting was absolutely amazing. You portrayed the character's emotional changes so perfectly. I even cried during some of the scenes!" Su Yao gestured as she spoke, her face full of excitement.

Sang Jiyue smiled and thanked her, her face showing humility: "Ms. Su, you flatter me. I am very happy to have your appreciation. Actually, I put a lot of thought into filming that movie. I thought about every scene and every expression for a long time, hoping to bring a good viewing experience to the audience."

Saisi added from the side, "Jiyue put in a lot of effort for that movie. The filming conditions were extremely difficult, sometimes requiring more than ten hours of shooting a day, but she never complained of being tired."

Upon hearing this, Su Yao couldn't help but exclaim, "This dedication is truly admirable. Actually, besides expressing my love for film, I also have something I'd like to discuss with Ms. Sang today. I've always had a dream of making a documentary about coffee culture, and I'd like to invite Ms. Sang to be the lead actress, blending your story with coffee culture. It would definitely be a very interesting film."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiyue's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly fell into thought again: "Ms. Su, this idea is quite novel, and I am quite interested in it. But making a documentary is no small matter, and I need to think about it carefully and understand the specific shooting plan and arrangements."

Su Yao nodded hurriedly, took out a preliminary plan from her bag and handed it to Sang Jiyue: "No problem, this is the preliminary plan. Miss Sang, please take a look and feel free to communicate with me if you have any ideas."

Sang Jiyue took the proposal and carefully reviewed it. The three of them discussed the documentary's concept and filming details in a lively and harmonious atmosphere. Before they knew it, the sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the meeting came to a temporary end.

As Sang Jiyue left the coffee shop, she clutched the proposal tightly in her hand, her heart filled with anticipation for the future. Whether it was a new opportunity in her career or a new chapter in her life, she was ready to embrace it bravely.

After leaving the coffee shop, Sai Xi and Sang Jiyue walked side by side on the bustling street. The streetlights lit up one by one, casting long, slanted shadows of the two of them.

Sai Xi nudged Sang Jiyue lightly with his shoulder, a smug smile on his face, and said, "Hey, Jiyue, how are you going to thank me? Let me tell you, Su Yao is a good friend of the daughter of the world's richest man!"

Sang Jiyue paused, slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Really? Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Cecily raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms: "I was just afraid that telling you beforehand would affect how you were when you met her. Think about it, if you knew about this relationship from the beginning, you might be nervous and not be so natural when you were talking business."

Sang Jiyue thought about it carefully and realized that Saixi's words made sense. She couldn't help but smile and say, "That's true. It's good that you thought it through. Now tell me, how did you get this connection?"

Cecily smiled smugly and began to recount her story: "I attended a high-end business gathering before, just to join in the fun and expand my network. At the gathering, I chatted with Su Yao for a bit and found that she was particularly interested in movies, especially your works. So I took the opportunity to talk to her more, and before long, we struck up a conversation. Later, I learned that she had a close relationship with the daughter of the world's richest man. I thought to myself, this might be a good opportunity to help you expand your career, so I quickly arranged today's meeting."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiyue was filled with gratitude. She reached out and patted Saixi on the shoulder: "Saixi, I owe you so much this time. Without you, I wouldn't have had such a great opportunity. Tell me, what do you want as thanks? As long as it's within my power, I'll do it without hesitation!"

Cecily tilted her head, pretending to think: "Let me think... Hmm, how about this, once you take on this documentary job, treat me to a month's worth of lavish meals during filming, and I'll be more than satisfied!"

Sang Jiyue couldn't help but laugh out loud: "No problem, it's just a month of big meals, I'll take care of it! But speaking of which, the documentary project is still undecided, I still need to study the proposal carefully."

Saixi said confidently, "Don't worry, with your strength and influence, this will definitely work! And with Su Yao's connection, you might even be able to secure a lot of resources!"

The two continued walking, talking as they went, the noise of the street seemingly becoming the background noise of their conversation. For Sang Jiyue, today was not just an ordinary meeting, but a hopeful turning point in her life. And Saixi was undoubtedly a crucial help in helping her reach this turning point.

Sang Jiyue and Saixi continued walking under the warm yellow glow of the streetlights. The surprise they had just received from learning about Su Yao's background had not yet completely dissipated when Saixi dropped another bombshell that shocked Sang Jiyue even more.

“Do you know how intricate and interconnected the relationships are between these high-level figures? Take Sang Shuwan for example. She was able to get so many good resources before, which seemed like good luck, but in reality, a lot of it was thanks to Nancy’s connections.” Cecily’s voice was not loud, but it carried a certainty.

Sang Jiyue frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubt: "Sang Shuwan? Nancy? What does this have to do with them? And who is Nancy?"

Cecily sighed slightly and explained, "Nancy is my half-sister. Our family has a good background and some influence in this circle. Nancy and Sang Shuwan are very close, which is why Sang Shuwan has been able to get a lot of opportunities because of this."

As Sang Jiyue listened, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her. It turned out that the "good luck" she had always wondered about had such a reason behind it. She couldn't help but think of her own past struggles, the days of constantly hitting walls and desperately seeking resources—a stark contrast to Sang Shuwan's situation.

"Then... then I didn't know you or Nancy before, so I never had those good resources, right?" Sang Jiyue's voice carried a hint of helplessness and emotion.

Sai Xi gently patted Sang Jiyue's shoulder and comforted her, "Jiyue, don't think like that. Although connections are important, your abilities are the most crucial. The past is the past. Now that you know me, let's work together. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Sang Jiyue took a deep breath and slowly nodded: "You're right, I shouldn't dwell on the past. It's just that suddenly knowing these things still leaves me with a bit of a bad feeling."

Cecilia continued, "Actually, Nancy is a pretty good person, just sometimes she's spoiled by her family and a bit willful. But she's truly sincere to her friends. Maybe I can introduce you two sometime in the future. We're all in the same industry, and having more friends means having more opportunities."

Sang Jiyue forced a smile: "We'll see. I'd better focus on what I'm doing right now. If this collaboration with Su Yao goes through, it will be a great opportunity for me."

The two chatted for a while longer before parting ways at the intersection. Sang Jiyue walked home alone, Sai Xi's words echoing in her mind. She knew that relationships in this industry were incredibly complex, and to truly establish oneself, one needed not only connections but also continuous improvement of one's own abilities. What she had learned tonight gave her a clearer understanding of her future path and solidified her resolve to work even harder to pursue her goals.

After finishing her conversation with Sang Jiyue, Saixi returned to her luxurious villa by car. As soon as she stepped inside, warm yellow light gently bathed her, dispelling some of the night's chill. While changing her shoes, she reflected on her time with Sang Jiyue, especially her meeting with Su Yao that evening.

Saisi walked into the living room and lazily sprawled on the soft sofa, Sang Jiyue's image involuntarily appearing in her mind. In her eyes, Sang Jiyue was an extremely special person. From their first meeting, Sang Jiyue's focus and dedication to her work had impressed Saisi. Every time they discussed work plans, she could always offer unique insights, and those novel ideas and concepts were truly rare among the many artists Saisi had worked with.

"Sang Jiyue is indeed very capable; no wonder she won Su Yao's favor," Sai Xi murmured softly, a smile unconsciously playing on her lips. She knew that Su Yao had extremely high standards, and very few people could meet her approval. Sang Jiyue's success in attracting Su Yao with her talent was proof enough of her ability.

Recalling Sang Jiyue's conversation with Su Yao tonight, Sai Xi felt a surge of satisfaction. Sang Jiyue showed no obsequiousness or nervousness because of Su Yao's special status; she was sincere and confident, every word perfectly chosen, expressing gratitude for Su Yao's appreciation while clearly articulating her own understanding of film and art. This composed yet assertive attitude further convinced Sai Xi of her own judgment.

"Besides, she's a trustworthy person," Saixi added silently to herself. During her time working with Sang Jiyue, no matter what difficulties or challenges they encountered, Sang Jiyue never wavered or complained. She always cooperated actively and devoted herself wholeheartedly to every task. This dedication and sense of responsibility are especially rare in this fast-paced industry.

Saisi sat up, picked up her phone from the coffee table, and scrolled through her chat history with Sang Jiyue. Looking at the work-related discussions and everyday greetings, she increasingly felt that her relationship with Sang Jiyue was more than just a simple working one; it was more like that of like-minded friends.

"Next, I must help her secure this collaboration with Su Yao," Sai Xi secretly resolved. She knew that this collaboration was of great significance to Sang Jiyue, as it would not only further enhance her reputation but also open up broader opportunities for her development.

Thinking of this, Saixi stood up, stretched, and smiled resolutely. She believed that with her help, Sang Jiyue would achieve even greater success in her career, and their friendship would deepen in the process.

Filled with excitement and joy, Sang Jiyue returned home. As soon as she entered, she eagerly dialed President Qi's number. President Qi's familiar voice quickly came through the phone: "Jiyue, why are you calling so late? Is something the matter?"

Unable to hide her excitement, Sang Jiyue said quickly, "President Qi, let me tell you, my meeting with Su Yao today went so smoothly! She really likes my work and even invited me to star in the coffee culture documentary she's preparing!"

Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and his hearty laughter came through the receiver: "Really? That's great! Jiyue, I knew you could do it!" Mr. Qi's voice was full of satisfaction and pride, as if he were witnessing his child achieve a great success.

Sang Jiyue, slightly out of breath, continued, "Furthermore, Saixi told me that Su Yao is good friends with the daughter of the world's richest man. The resources and influence behind that are unimaginable. If we can cooperate smoothly, it will definitely be a huge boost to my career!"

Mr. Qi nodded repeatedly on the other end of the phone, saying, "That's right, this is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Ji Yue, you must study the proposal carefully during this period, maintain close communication with Su Yao, and finalize all the details. If you have any questions, feel free to tell me."