Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 512: A Woman’s Animosity

Chapter 512: Chapter 512: A Woman’s Animosity

From Fu Han’s limited experience, she knew that only one thing could evoke such enormous hostility from a beautiful woman: you must be pretty yourself.

With this thought, Fu Han felt much calmer. She wasn’t the least bit bothered by anyone hitting a sore spot; in fact, she was quite open about it, "Yes, I had a disfigurement, then I got plastic surgery, and now I’ve restored my previous appearance."

There was nothing wrong with her saying this, since now she indeed looked like she did before the disfigurement. Although it couldn’t be said to be exactly the same, at least people who knew her before could recognize her as Fu Han at a glance.

A flash of jealousy crossed Jiang Ling’s eyes, but in the next second, she forced a full-faced smile and said in a pinched voice, "So you’ve had plastic surgery. No wonder you’re so much prettier than before."

The latter half of the sentence was uttered through clenched teeth, which clearly showed how turbulent her feelings were at the moment.

Fu Han smiled calmly, "Thank you for your compliment, Miss Jiang Ling. Do you have any objections to today’s shoot?"

It proved futile to try to convince someone who was already antagonistic toward you, let alone when that person was your client; stepping back a bit, everyone has different views. What you like may not be what others like, and even the most beautiful people won’t appeal to everyone.

As expected, although Jiang Ling barely managed to hide her dissatisfaction, her attention had indeed been diverted. She glared fiercely at Fu Han, "What’s wrong with your people? How could you let me wear such dirty clothes? You are taking this way too lightly!"

Fu Han picked up the garment and looked over it. While the exterior seemed fine, the collar and cuffs were indeed a bit dirty, but it wouldn’t affect the shoot.

But for Jiang Ling, who regarded herself as a princess, this was definitely a major issue.

She turned her head to the costume designer standing aside and asked in a lowered voice, "What exactly is going on here?"

Jiang Ling heard this and laughed in a mocking tone, still pinching her voice, "What else could it be? Obviously, your people haven’t done their job properly, and the clothes haven’t even been cleaned."

The costume designer looked pitiful, as though they had something to say but was hesitant because Jiang Ling was present.

Fu Han calmly said to the costume designer, "Just speak up. As long as you tell the truth, I don’t think Miss Jiang Ling will be upset."

Oddly, the faces of everyone in the photography studio became quite complicated, with Jiang Ling’s looking the most displeased.

The costume designer, encouraged, spoke out despite Jiang Ling’s scowl, "Ms. Fu, today Miss Jiang Ling is here for the ad shoot. The clothes were delivered by the brand just last night, and they were like this when they arrived. We didn’t have time to wash them this morning; besides, if this kind of clothes is washed, it won’t look the same for the shoot."

Upon hearing this, Fu Han realised the situation clearly. Although Jiang Ling was a star, the gap between her and true superstars like Bai Wei was considerable. She merited a tentative second tier in the entertainment circle.

Although she wasn’t lacking in opportunities, the resources she actually got were far from top-notch. For the advertisement they were shooting now, the clothing and content were decided by the advertiser. Regardless of whether it was Jiang Ling or Fu Han’s company, they had to strictly follow the brand’s instructions.

The current issue seemed to be Jiang Ling’s lack of a clear understanding of her own status, thinking the brand should pay more attention to her instead of handing over clothes that who knows who had worn before.

After some thought, Fu Han approached Jiang Ling and said calmly, "Miss Jiang Ling, the brand insists that we must finish the shoot today, and the clothes aren’t that dirty. Could you make do and wear them just for now?"

"Make do?" Jiang Ling’s voice raised by octaves. She stood up furiously, but even in high heels, she was still shorter than Fu Han, so her imposing manner fell short. However, the words she said were still unpleasant, "Fu Han, don’t think that just because you have He Xing backing you up, I can’t criticize you. Let me tell you, the brand’s requirement to finish the shoot today is for your company, not for me."

This wasn’t the first time Fu Han had heard He Xing’s name from Jiang Ling. She had once asked He Xing about his relationship with Jiang Ling and was told there was none. At that time, she dropped the subject and didn’t pursue it further.

But now...

Fu Han managed to squeeze out a smile, still speaking evenly, "Miss Jiang Ling, I’ve never thought to use my romantic relationship with He Xing for anything. Yes, you can choose not to shoot today. Your team can communicate with the brand about switching clothes, and I have plenty of outfits suitable for this shoot right here. How you choose to proceed is up to you; but I just want to say, whoever has upset you, take it up with them. The people from my company are ordinary people; they come to work, not to be mistreated."

Her words rang out clearly, leaving Jiang Ling’s face growing increasingly ugly.

If looks could kill, Jiang Ling would have already dismembered Fu Han with her gaze, beyond any hope of repair.

Seeing her glare had no intimidating effect, Jiang Ling turned abruptly to her agent, "Are you all just here for a free meal? Go and communicate already!"

The unexpected target of his star’s wrath, the agent was taken aback and without a word, hurried out with a phone in hand.

The atmosphere in the photography studio had become tense; Jiang Ling’s assistant stood behind her with a shrunken neck, not daring to utter a word.

The staff of Cheng Yihan didn’t fare much better, all with heads bowed low, suggesting they weren’t strangers to difficulty on the job.

In contrast, Fu Han sat calmly on a nearby empty chair, her eyes slightly narrowed as if deep in thought. The incandescent light shone down on her, illuminating her fair skin that seemed almost reflective, it was hard to look away.

Delicate, curled eyelashes, skin without visible pores, eyes dark as obsidian, lips like cherry blossoms, not to mention a graceful neck and defined collarbones.

The more Jiang Ling observed Fu Han, the more madly jealous she grew. She had bolstered her fame with the allure of being a gamer’s idol; her beauty was well acknowledged within the circle. Yet, every time she encountered Fu Han, this seemingly insignificant photographer, she would feel an irrational envy, as if wishing she owned a face as lovely as Fu Han’s.

With such a face, she wouldn’t keep hitting walls with He Group. With its array of renowned brands, an endorsement from any of them was something many strived desperately for.

What’s more, she had learned through various channels that He Group was planning a new film. If she could secure the lead female role, her fame would undoubtedly skyrocket.