Bought by the Billionaire Prince

The door to the dressing room was suddenly pushed open, followed by the sound of high heels clacking. A tablet was slapped down on the makeup table.

Liu Qin, with a dark expression, said: "I knew it, after the red carpet, youd definitely be compared again, and once again overshadowed by Yang Tong!"

On the tablet screen, Weibos hot search page.

Two images side by side, with a VS in white letters on a black background between them.

Accompanying the text: "Yang Tongs face is truly kissed by an angel, so beautiful. In a bright yellow dress, she looks fair-skinned and beautiful. Not to mention, her collarbone, her neck鈥攐h my, if I were a man, Id want to kiss her. I just dont understand how Meng Ying has the courage to wear a bright yellow dress as well. Isnt this a case of whoever looks uglier, the more awkward they are when they collide in fashion?"

Two images: Meng Ying in a form-fitting dress with a slit at the thigh, and Yang Tong in a shoulder-length mermaid dress, exposing her shoulders, collarbones, and neck.

Different styles, but the same color. Not only that, but after the two got out of the car, the red carpet arrangement had Meng Ying, who arrived first, placed behind Yang Tong. As soon as Yang Tong made her appearance, she stole a wave of attention and the medias focus, along with deafening screams.

When Meng Ying appeared, the screams decreased, and so did the medias attention, with some fans even saying that Meng Ying was trying to steal the hot search again.

Liu Qin tapped the screen, saying, "I had already checked what Yang Tong was wearing. The information I got was a black backless long dress. How did it become a yellow mermaid dress! Unbelievable..."

"Huayings top star is indeed different!" Liu Qin said sarcastically.

"Have you offended Yang Tong in a past life? Or have you offended her privately? Why does she keep making things difficult for you?" Liu Qin leaned against the makeup table, looking at Meng Ying who was drawing her eyebrows.

Meng Ying slightly paused her eyebrow pencil. Her slender eyebrows were beautifully drawn. She glanced at the tablet on the table and said softly, "Whether I have offended her or not, arent you clear?"

Liu Qin clicked her tongue and didnt speak further.

She knew Meng Yings background very well; she was a girl from an impoverished family. At the age of twenty-four, the year she graduated, Liu Qin visited her brother at school and was immediately taken by her face, signing her on.

Over the years, Meng Ying relied on her face and the "comparison" with Yang Tong to gain some popularity in the circle. When she first debuted, some people said that Meng Ying and Yang Tong looked somewhat alike. But soon, such voices disappeared, replaced by Meng Ying being crushed by Yang Tong time and again.

Yang Tong is a top goddess, and her crushing can bring heat to Meng Ying, but in the past one or two years, Liu Qin hoped that Meng Ying would quickly get out of the awkward situation of being overshadowed by Yang Tong.

Accustomed to being suppressed, everything Meng Ying did was a notch lower than Yang Tongs, like having an insurmountable barrier in front, which was really annoying.

Meng Ying withdrew her gaze from Yang Tongs face and continued to draw her eyebrows.

Her skin was fair, and at twenty-seven, she still had small downy hairs. Her eyes were beautiful, always seeming to hold a watery sheen, making people want to kiss her.

"Tell me, why does Huayings president only promote Yang Tong?" Liu Qin still couldnt understand, couldnt figure it out, and was not convinced, then brought up the old topic again.

Meng Yings eyebrow drawing paused.

She looked at herself in the mirror, thinking, she also wanted to know.

Why does he only promote her?

She smiled, "Youd have to ask Huayings president about that."

"Where can I ask? Can I even see such a person? Joking..."

Liu Qin curled her lips, picked up a comb, and helped Meng Ying comb her hair, asking while combing, "Is Huayings president really the young master of the Xu family in Lidu?"

Meng Ying put down her eyebrow pencil, flipped the tablet shut, and said, "I dont know that."

"If Huayings president is really the young master of the Xu family, then I can understand why he focuses on promoting Yang Tong. Its said that Yang Tong is the daughter of the Yangs Enterprise in Jindu." Liu Qin quickly combed Meng Yings hair, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, waiting for a set of magazine photos to be taken later.

Meng Ying didnt respond, her slender fingers playing with the brush.

The brush flipped, making her skin look even fairer.

Yang Tong is the daughter of Yangs Enterprise.

So, it makes sense that he would promote her so much.

She smiled, took out her phone from her bag, and opened the WeChat chat page.

Meng Ying: Are you in Lidu today?

In the chat box, there were all her one-sided messages. He rarely replied, only twice, to tell her that he was at home, and once for the New Years greeting during the Chinese New Year.

She looked at the mirror.

Her fingertips touched her chin, then followed her cheek up, touching her eyebrows and eyes. She pursed her lips and blinked. The woman in the mirror blinked along with her, and he liked to bite her ears.

Liu Qin patted her shoulder: "Lets go, its time for the shoot."

"Okay." Meng Ying got up, glanced at her phone, WeChat was quiet, he hadnt replied. Meng Ying didnt look anymore, grabbed her shawl and walked out.

Outside, a tall woman approached.

It was Yang Tong.

Wearing a black dress, she lightly hooked her ear and smiled at Meng Ying.

A polite smile.

Meng Ying returned her smile. Liu Qin, supporting her arm, hurriedly passed by as if avoiding a plague. After walking away, Meng Ying looked back.

Yang Tong also looked back, their gazes met in the air for a moment, and a trace of pity flashed through Yang Tongs eyes.

Meng Ying was taken aback, then walked into the shooting room.

Everyone inside was waiting for her. Upon seeing her, they greeted her warmly and respectfully as "Teacher Meng." However, a large chair was removed and replaced with a smaller one. The assistant invited her to sit, and before Meng Ying sat down, Liu Qin asked the assistant, "Why change the chair?"

The assistant froze, hesitated, and then said with a smile, "The other chair was broken, so we changed it."

Liu Qin was skeptical, "Is that so?"

The photographer came over to confirm the shooting progress with Meng Ying. Meng Ying listened and nodded, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression soft. At this time, a few assistants were talking on the side.

"Why dont you change the chair quickly, wait until someone comes to change it."

"I wanted to be quick, but Teacher Yang just left after sitting."

Meng Yings gaze fell to her feet, listening to the photographer, but somewhat absent-minded.

Liu Qin, annoyed, pinched the chair, "So it was for her to sit on, huh? What, you cant sit on it because she sat on it? Thats too bullying."

The photographer, who was nearby, acted as if he didnt hear. This kind of thing was common in this circle, different levels of fame meant different treatment. Soon, he finished speaking and smiled, asking Meng Ying to get up.

Meng Ying smiled at him, stood up, and walked to the backdrop in high heels.

The camera was pointed at her, and the photographer looked at the lens.

Many magazine photos had been taken, and Meng Ying was used to it. She casually posed, very naturally. The photographer stared at the woman in the lens, capturing the shot.

The black dress was very sexy, coupled with her gentle expression, very comfortable, making people want to protect and care for her, to kiss her.

And her slim figure.

The photos were taken one group after another, and it wasnt until near dusk that they finished. Meng Ying relaxed, Liu Qin quickly brought her water, Meng Ying took a sip, glanced at the chair, and then sat