The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof
Chapter 1096 - 1092 Persist

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1092 Persist

She naturally understood the consequences of a sprained ankle—the upcoming shots in the commercial would entirely go to Fang Yun, possibly triggering a series of unfavorable outcomes.

Thinking about this, Qiao Xiaren felt she had to persevere.

What repercussions the blue button might cause, whether she pressed the wrong one—did any of this really matter?

Qiao Xiaren’s philosophy was that once she made a choice, there was no room for regret; she would move forward according to her own beliefs. A sprained ankle was no reason to give up so easily.

"Director, I can do it." Six words. Clear and resolute.

As soon as she spoke, an unfamiliar emotion flickered across Jason’s perpetually frozen expression. He genuinely didn’t expect this young woman from S Country to reveal such a side of herself.

Even he, as a man, felt it unbearable just looking at her swollen ankle.

"Miss Qiao, your ankle is seriously injured. There’s a thirty-second shot of you holding flowers and walking through the scene, but from the looks of it, you might struggle simply to stand."

Standing up—and not just standing up, but walking while looking poised and elegant, carrying flowers effortlessly—seemed an impossible task at a glance.

The director’s face darkened.

"Are you really up for this?" Fang Yun’s voice trembled slightly. She hadn’t expected Qiao Xiaren to insist on filming the subsequent scenes—how could she possibly manage?

"It’s just a sprained ankle. I’ll keep going; it’s no big deal." Qiao Xiaren looked toward the director, but the way she spoke seemed aimed at Fang Yun. Fang Yun bit her lip, instinctively turning her gaze to the director.

"Qiao, your ankle is swollen to this extent—are you truly capable?" The director stared at the calm expression on Qiao Xiaren’s face. His heart quivered faintly, caught off guard by a wave of admiration.

This young woman was truly extraordinary.

"I can do it."

Jason chuckled lightly: "This is getting a bit reckless."

"How do we know unless we try?" The director shot him a glance. "Everyone, get into position. Begin the next shot."

As soon as the director spoke, Fang Yun’s eyes widened—he was actually letting her try?

Annie’s expression grew heavy. "Qiao, let me help you over there first."

Qiao Xiaren didn’t refuse; conserving her energy and focus now was absolutely essential. She would likely have to exert every ounce of strength to endure the pain in her foot soon.

The lighting technician and camera operator had already adjusted their angles. The manager and assistants stepped back, leaving the center stage entirely to Jason and Qiao Xiaren.

Fang Yun’s expression was complex; her gaze fixated on Qiao Xiaren. Every instinct told her that Qiao Xiaren would fail.

With her ankle injured to this extent, it looked excruciating—how could she possibly complete the next shot? Thirty seconds to walk across the entire stage was practically impossible for someone so hurt, wasn’t it?

Before the director called "action," Qiao Xiaren was still seated on the side. Even the slightest movement of her foot sent stabbing pangs of pain through her—it felt unbearable yet didn’t seem to have affected her bones, only her ligaments.

But walking, even just a little, would surely hurt more than anything.

Could she truly complete this thirty seconds with elegance and grace?

Life was never a smooth journey, yet one needed to stand tall, persevere, and face every step with courage and resolve.

One day, she would reach her goals; she would become a global sensation under the spotlight. She would climb her way up, step by step, relying solely on her own efforts.

"Seeing you in so much pain, you should probably give up."

Jason remarked from the side, his tone cold and rigid but devoid of mockery—it was an honest observation. Moments ago, watching her walk over, her injured foot had almost visibly spasmed, evident of the immense pain she was enduring.

Qiao Xiaren lifted her gaze and tugged at the corner of her lip in a faint smile: "The word ’give up’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary."