Chapter 511: Chapter 511

"So it wasn’t a dream after all, my goodness, was that really Ola I just saw? Are you sure she wasn’t being impersonated? And she even asked to act with you, I can hardly believe it!"

"If she hadn’t thrown out a defiant remark at the end, I would have doubted it was really Ola herself!"

He Jinxia shrugged her shoulders; she too found it odd. Tonight’s Ola did indeed behave unusually, but upon reflection, it all made sense.

"I think Ola wants to act with me to learn some acting skills from me, probably to use them against me in the cast," He Jinxia mused.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaohua immediately responded in indignation, "How could she do this? That’s like betrayal! No, it’s unthinkable that she would come to learn from you when she’s so arrogant and dismissive on set!"

He Jinxia patted Sister Xiao Hua’s shoulder, "Maybe all foreign friends are this direct? For me, it’s not a bad thing. Rehearsing in advance can help understand the script and improve our performances during the actual shoot."

"Overall, this is beneficial for the cast; it might even speed up the shooting process."

"Given the recent situation in the cast, if Ola still can’t keep up with my pace later, I won’t wait for her to come to me; I’ll go to her," He Jinxia declared.

"My time is precious. Brother Luo is already planning my schedule after this movie; I can’t afford to waste any time."

Cheng Xiaohua nodded and muttered, "That’s true, but I always suspect that Ola has some sort of scheme. I’ll keep a closer watch on her on set from now on."

He Jinxia’s eyes curved into a smile, "Then I’ll have to trouble you, Sister Xiao Hua."

The two shared a moment of banter, then each returned to their rooms to rest.

The next day, Xie Jiahui energetically pressed the doorbell at seven in the morning.

One minute, no response.

Two minutes, still no response.

Persistent, Xie Jiahui pressed the doorbell for a full five minutes until the door finally opened, revealing Cheng Xiaohua with panda-like dark circles under her eyes.

Cheng Xiaohua glared at her with a wistful expression, startling Xie Jiahui, who immediately swallowed her words.

The two stared at each other for several tense seconds until finally, He Jinxia came out, yawning and bleary-eyed, "What are you both doing standing at the door?"

Seeing He Jinxia was like seeing a savior for Xie Jiahui, who blurted out, "Jinxia, your pajamas are so pretty! Where did you get them? I want a set too!"

Xie Jiahui swiftly moved past Cheng Xiaohua, grabbed He Jinxia’s hand, and eagerly started chatting like good sisters, focusing on her glossy, luxurious, and comfortable pajamas.

He Jinxia had just woken up and listened in a daze, then looked down at her pajamas, puzzled.

She thought they were quite ordinary. Was she out of touch with the current trends?

Half an hour later, He Jinxia appeared neatly dressed in front of Xie Jiahui, while Cheng Xiaohua, now put-together, was efficiently making breakfast in the kitchen.

Xie Jiahui made sure Cheng Xiaohua was fine, then spoke softly about what had just happened.

Xie Jiahui’s voice trembled, "When I arrived, she just stared at me unblinkingly with a resentful expression, as if I had committed some unforgivable sin. I got goosebumps from her intense gaze!"

He Jinxia patted her shoulder with a sympathetic look and said, "That was a ’Death Stare’, you’re quite lucky, you know. I was stared at by her just like that for several minutes, her eyes not even blinking, just staring straight at you."

Xie Jiahui shivered slightly and whispered, "Does she... do this every day?"

He Jinxia shook her head mysteriously, "No, she only does it when—"

Her voice trailed off long, unwilling to spill it out, which made Xie Jiahui anxious.

Seeing she had piqued her curiosity, He Jinxia’s eyes curved into a smile as she quickly said, "It happens only when someone wakes her up and she’s grumpy from sleep!"

Relieved, Xie Jiahui glared at He Jinxia and thought, Jeez, was scaring her necessary?

He Jinxia coughed lightly, turned her head away, ignoring Xie Jiahui’s resentful gaze, since it was this energetic girl who had woken them up so early.

In the grand emporium, large decorative buildings were everywhere and crystal chandeliers shone brightly above.

Abroad, it seemed Christmas hadn’t passed yet, with Santa Claus and reindeers pulling sleighs visible everywhere, and Christmas songs being played in the store.

Christmas abroad is equivalent to the New Year in Huaxia, no wonder the festive mood lingered even after Christmas had passed.

He Jinxia, Xie Jiahui, and Cheng Xiaohua went shopping together, not refusing clothes, bags, or shoes they liked and bought them since the emporium was having a sale, making it a good deal anyway. Follow current novᴇls on novęlfire.net

When women shop, they do it fiercely. In no time, each of their bank card statements flowed like water, swiping with a sigh-inducing scent of money.

The first to call it quits was Cheng Xiaohua; she decisively stopped spending when her bank card was down to just 88 yuan, unwilling to spend any more.

Seeing this, He Jinxia and Xie Jiahui also stopped, and the three headed to the second floor of the grand emporium, an area full of food stalls, planning to have their lunch there.

The barbecue restaurant Xie Jiahui booked was only open in the evening; they were powerless to dine there at the moment.

Just as they found a place to sit, a group of young, pretty girls sat down next to them.

It was a coincidence that one of the girls recognized Xie Jiahui, her eyes lighting up as she said, "Xie Jiahui, you’re here too!"

Xie Jiahui looked up, her expression slightly shifting, becoming somewhat uncomfortable. She nodded at the girl and then turned her head away without speaking further.

But the girl didn’t let it go, purposely switching seats to sit closer, and began to enthusiastically tell her friends:

"This is Xie Jiahui, a friend of my sister, the same one I’ve told you about before, who must dine in luxurious five-star restaurants, wear national brands, and drink red wine aged over fifty years..."

The others, including He Jinxia and Cheng Xiaohua, watched Xie Jiahui and the talkative girl with a slightly odd look.

Not to mention what intentions this outspoken girl had by spouting these things, the content of what she said didn’t resemble the Xie Jiahui that He Jinxia and Cheng Xiaohua knew at all.

Not only were they puzzled, another group of foreign girls were also confused, and after Bai Jiajia finished speaking, one of the foreign girls asked:

"Then why is she here now, eating food that costs less than a hundred yuan? What’s the deal with that?"