Unfortunate Romance

"Hey you!" A young woman rushed over with a gloomy expression.

Feng Ting blinked and pointed at herself. "Me?"

The woman snorted. "Hurry and go buy all these things for Sis Leng." A list was shoved into Feng Ting's hand.

Feng Ting was baffled. She quickly assumed that Sis Leng was an actress on set. "Um, shouldn't you give this list to her assistants?"

The woman snorted. "We are all busy. Since extras don't have screen time until later today, you should be idle." She glared. "My boss Leng Jiayu is an important actress in this production. You don't want to upset her do you?"

Feng Ting tugged at her clothes. Did she really look like an extra? Well, she was wearing a dress today like most of the people around her. It seems like they were in the middle of shooting a wedding scene so everyone was in formal colors.

She knew she should have worm her usual clothes . . .

"Hey, are you listening to me?" The assistant was getting annoyed.

Feng Ting handed the paper back. "Apologies, but I'm not an extra. And frankly, I don't care whoever you boss is. A little lackey like you has no right to order me around."

The assistant's face turned red, then purple. "You dare — "

"Such a blunt and venomous tongue." A melodious voice broke in, "I wonder who taught you this?" Feng Ting spun around to see a tall actress walking over, probably the lead. Her face was veiled and she wore a white wedding dress. In her get up, she walked with a familiar sensual grace.

The assistant immediately put on a fawning face. "Miss Ming." She greeted in a polite tone.

Feng Ting grinned. "I wonder as well."

"Who are you to speak to Miss Ming like that!" The assistant raised her voice with a angry expression. Inside however, she was gleeful. Although she was a mere assistant to a second rate actress like Leng Jiayu, she could climb up if she made a good impression on the lead actress. Now that she had a chance to meet this big star, she would definitely put in some effort. With such a big t.h.i.g.h backing her up, the rest of her days would be smooth sailing.

Feng Ting ignored the woman. "Is it fun to drag me here like this," She looked directly at the bride, "senior sister?"

"I told it, it's now Sis Wenxin ah!" Ming Wenxin lifted her veil. A stunning face that one would call capable of bringing the downfall of countries was revealed. She gave a bright grin. "My kawaii and adorable Xiao Qi!" She glomped the tiny girl. "We finally meet face to face again!"

Around them, cast members were in shock as they saw the national goddess jump a girl.

Ming Wenxin was an international superstar and the darling of Chinese media. With a beautiful face and hourglass figure, she dominated practically every scene in the entertainment industry. Having countless fans around the globe, she was dubbed the national goddess. With this image, it was definitely shocking to see her embrace a stranger with such enthusiasm.

The assistant who had the clearest view of the situation already vanished, hiding since she failed. She had even offended the friend of the goddess instead.

"I can't breathe," huffed Feng Ting. However, she hugged back tightly as well, burying her face into the older woman, trembling. 'I missed you so much' she cried internally. Between them, the unspoken thoughts and emotions of the past swirled. Pain, longing, relief, happinesses and gratefulness.

Finally, the two parted, wordless agreement between their eyes. "You look much better," Ming Wenxin ruffled her hair affectionately and pinched her cheek. "Too skinny, you need to eat more."

Feng Ting pouted. "I'm not a little kid." Ming Wenxin laughed, a charming ring that trembled the hearts of the men nearby. " So now can I leave? I don't really have to perform right?"

Ming Wenxin shook her head. "Initially I just wanted to trick you to coming here. After all, my dear junior sister shouldn't be holed up staring at the computer all day. But I like the performance idea. It's been a while since we played at duet. Convenient, this is a scene in the movie so it worked out."

Feng Ting had black lines running down her face. "And the director is ok with this?"

Ming Wenxin gave a devious grin. "He won't mind." Feng Ting face-palmed. Only her senior sister would treat her job as her personal playground.

"So yes?" Ming Wenxin's eyes flashed with hidden emotions. Piano and violin, a merry combination from the past ,that now was filled with sorrow. But if Xiao Qi agrees, it means that she is healing well. It would justify the past two years.

"Fine." Feng Ting shrugged casually.

"Great!" Ming Wenxin beamed.

"Wenxin, are you ready?" A man walked over with a pleasant smile. He nodded politely at Feng Ting. "Miss Song."

"Director Huang, when will my junior sister start filming?" Ming Wenxin had a fox like smile on her face.

Director Huang sweated. The favors he had to pull to get this woman to star in his movie nearly cost him an arm and leg. Normally, she was quite amicable, but when she had a request, it felt like there was a mountain pressing down on him to fulfill it.

Good thing he was acquainted with that old bastard Yang. He didn't know how Miss Song was connected to Ming Wenxin, but they seemed abnormally close. He knew there was something else going on, but as long as the queen was pleased, he would turn a blind eye.

"How about two days from now?" He looked carefully at the expressions of both women.

"No problem," Feng Ting gave him a sympathetic smile, "My schedule is quite flexible so I can come anytime." Ming Wenxin shrugged. Everything was up to little junior sister.

After discussing the minor details, Feng Ting left. Eventually, night fell, and she waited calmly in her apartment.

Hearing the footsteps coming down the stairs, Feng Ting smiled. "You came."