Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

On Fifth Avenue in New York, the early morning wind swirls fallen leaves around the street.

The film crew of "The Devil Wears Prada" occupied half a block.

A huge van used for cosmetics was parked on the side of the road.

The car's heater was on full blast.

Patricia was standing in front of a row of racks full of haute couture Chanel clothing, picking and choosing.

Chanel was the main supplier for the film. Although the protagonist was a relatively unknown Chinese woman in Hollywood, the popularity of the original novel, coupled with Meryl Streep's presence, was enough to make them willingly send the latest seasonal collection.

Liu Qianqian sat in front of the makeup mirror.

She was still wearing that bulky dark blue sweater and shapeless plaid skirt.

The makeup artist is helping her remove the deliberately drawn-out, haggard makeup from her face.

"That's it!"

Patricia pulled out a black double-breasted, fitted trench coat.

Then she took out a pair of over-the-knee black high-heeled leather boots from the shoebox underneath.

She threw the outfit on the sofa.

"Darling, take off that tattered, grandmotherly outfit you're wearing."

"Today we're going to shut the entire editorial team up."

Liu Qianqian looked at the boots with heels that were at least ten centimeters long.

She swallowed.

"Patricia, aren't these shoes... a bit too high?"

"I'm afraid I'll fall right into Director David's monitor as I walk up the stairs."

Patricia walked over and placed her hands on Liu Qianqian's shoulders.

"Fashion is a painful compromise!"

"You are now the awakened Andy. You must walk with an aura that can crush the floor, wearing these shoes."

Liu Qianqian resignedly stood up, picked up her clothes, and went behind the dressing curtain.

Outside the car.

Yu Le sat on a canvas folding chair.

He was holding his ever-present thermos.

Steam rose gently from the rim of the cup.

Luo Xiang stood half a step behind him, carrying a briefcase.

A few white girls playing supporting roles in the editorial department were chatting together not far away.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach Yu Le.

Do you think that Chinese girl can pull off today's costume drama?

"I bet five dollars, no way," a girl scoffed.

"Asians have too small a frame, so they simply can't pull off the sharp lines of Chanel."

"David was still having a headache yesterday. If she can't bring out that wow factor, the tension in this scene will be completely ruined."

Several girls let out low laughter.

They didn't have any malicious racial discrimination.

In the world of Hollywood, where fame and fortune reign supreme, arrogance is ingrained in one's very being.

Luo Xiang pushed up his glasses.

He lowered his head slightly.

"Boss, should I talk to the assistant director about on-set discipline?"

Yu Le unscrewed the lid of the thermos and blew on the goji berries floating on top.

"What are we communicating about?"

"They have freedom of speech."

"Besides, when it comes to being proven wrong, you have to use facts to make it truly impactful."

He took a sip of hot water and sighed contentedly.

The door of the van was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

Patricia was the first to come out.

She stood by the car door and made an extremely exaggerated invitation gesture.

All the chatter came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Director David is using a walkie-talkie to communicate with the cameraman about camera positions.

He heard the noise and turned his head.

Liu Qianqian got out of the car.

The black Chanel fitted trench coat perfectly accentuated her slender yet powerful waistline.

The hem of the trench coat stopped right at mid-thigh.

Next came a pair of straight, long legs, encased in black over-the-knee boots.

Her ponytail, which had been casually tied up, was now down.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Her makeup was light, yet it precisely amplified the cool and noble air about her features, which possessed a distinctly oriental charm.

She didn't laugh.

Her chin was slightly raised as she wore those ten-centimeter high heels.

The heels tapped on the asphalt, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

The once pure and ethereal fairy sister has now completely transformed into a powerful and charismatic career woman.

Emily was astonished to see Liu Qianqian walking towards her.

Those supporting actresses who were just mocking the Asian skeleton all shut their mouths now.

Director David also got up and came over.

"My God."

David muttered to himself.

Yu Le sat in the chair and slowly closed the thermos.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Liu Qianqian trying so hard to maintain her aloof demeanor while actually walking somewhat stiffly.

This girl is actually quite convincing.

"All departments, prepare!"

Director David realized what was happening and shouted.

"Start filming now!"

"Keep this up, Andy!"

The filming location was moved to the lobby of the editorial department inside the office building.

The place is decorated in a very modern style, with busy models and staff everywhere.

The clapperboard maker walked in front of the camera.

"Scene 72, Shot 1, Action!"

The glass door was pushed open.

Liu Qianqian stepped into the frame.

As instructed by the script, all the extras in the office stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

This was originally just a performance requirement in the script.

But at this moment, many people's astonishment is genuine.

This Asian girl, who was wearing a bulky sweater just a few days ago, now exudes an aura that is in no way inferior to those top supermodels who frequent Paris Fashion Week.

The camera followed Liu Qianqian's footsteps.

The actress who plays Emily, the first assistant, is walking back with a cup of coffee in her hand.

The two met face to face in the corridor.

Emily stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with surprise.

The coffee cup in her hand tilted slightly, and the brown liquid almost spilled onto the carpet.

Liu Qianqian didn't pause, but simply turned her head slightly and gave Emily an extremely confident smile.

Good morning, Emily.

Liu Qianqian's voice was light and cheerful, with a touch of playfulness.

She walked straight past Emily to her workstation.

David stared intently at the monitor.

He originally thought Liu Qianqian would use a very forceful way to showcase this transformation.

But she didn't.

She appeared extremely relaxed, as if she were born to belong to this world full of haute couture and luxury goods.

Camera angle change.

Inside the glass wall of the editor-in-chief's office.

Meryl Streep, who plays Miranda, is sitting behind a large desk looking through documents.

The commotion in the hallway caught her attention.

Meryl looked up, her gaze passing through the gap in the blinds and landing on Liu Qianqian outside.

She didn't show any extra expression.

He simply pushed his reading glasses down a little.

My gaze lingered on Liu Qianqian's Chanel boots for a second.

Then, she lowered her head again and continued reading the documents.

There wasn't a single line of dialogue.

But that extremely subtle gesture perfectly conveyed the fashion icon's tacit approval.

"Card!"

David suddenly stood up and clapped his hands forcefully.

"marvelous!"

"Let's go this way!"

The entire set erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Emily walked over and gave Liu Qianqian a hug.

"You look absolutely stunning today, it's almost enviable."

Liu Qianqian's tense nerves finally relaxed.

She let out a long breath.

"Thanks."

"But these shoes are really going to crush my toes."

The people around him let out a good-natured chuckle.

Yu Le walked over from the back of the crowd.

He was holding a pair of flat, fluffy slippers.

He walked up to Liu Qianqian and threw his slippers on the ground.

"Put it on."

Liu Qianqian, completely disregarding her image, grabbed Yu Le's shoulder and kicked off his expensive Chanel boots.

I slipped my feet into the soft, fluffy slippers.

She let out a very satisfied sigh.

"Go remove your makeup quickly, get some rest today, we have important things to do tomorrow."

Liu Qianqian was stunned for a moment.

"Important business? What important business? Isn't the crew supposed to have a day off tomorrow?"

Yu Le turned and walked out.

"I'll take you to the recording studio."

"Do some side hustles."