Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

"Su Wan, for someone like you with no background, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. You might as well give up." Back then, she could only endure it, swallowing her tears while silently picking up the debris on the ground. But now, she was no longer the insignificant nobody who was bullied—she had national recognition, representative works, fans willing to support her, and the confidence to fight against the capital. Su Wan pulled out her phone, dug out the chat history with the creative director of the "L" brand, confirmed the details of the letter of intent, and forwarded it to Linda. Only after doing all this did she feel her tense nerves relax a little. About an hour later, Linda called back, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: "It's done! Wanwan, it's done! The assistant editor just texted me back, saying that after seeing the 'L' brand's letter of intent, the editor-in-chief immediately made the final decision, confirming you'll be on the cover of the October issue! She also said your idea for a traditional Chinese style photoshoot is fantastic, and that you should be in the studio tomorrow morning at ten o'clock for the shoot. The magazine will fully cooperate! When Lin Weiwei heard about this, she was so angry she hung up on the editor-in-chief. Her agent is still arguing with the assistant editor-in-chief!" Su Wan's lips curled up in a faint smile, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed. She leaned against the window, gazing at the neon lights in the distance, and whispered, "I understand. Linda, you should get some rest too. You'll have to accompany me to the shoot tomorrow." "It's not hard, not hard!" Linda said with a smile. "Being able to beat Lin Weiwei is better than anything! By the way, during the shoot tomorrow, keep an eye on Lin Weiwei; she might try something." "I will," Su Wan replied, hanging up. She knew that this was just the beginning. Lin Weiwei was never one to give up easily. After losing the cover competition this time, she would definitely retaliate in other ways next time. She had to be prepared to face the next challenge. At 9:30 the next morning, Su Wan arrived at the shooting studio of "Fashion Chronicle" on time. She wore a simple white suit with a black suspender underneath, which made her look capable and fashionable. As soon as she walked into the door of the shooting studio, she saw Lin Weiwei's assistant standing at the door of the dressing room, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, staring at her unkindly. The assistant, dressed in designer clothes, with her hair dyed a dramatic pink and heavily made-up, purposely held her coffee cup out in front of her when she saw Su Wan. She said in a sarcastic tone, "Sister Su Wan, why are you here so early? Our Sister Weiwei asked me to bring you a message." Su Wan paused, turned to look at her, and said calmly, "What message?" "Our Sister Weiwei said," the assistant drawled, her voice low enough for the passing staff to hear, "You're happy to have the cover this time, but you won't be so lucky next time. In the entertainment industry, resources aren't acquired through hard work alone; it also depends on whether there are people willing to support you." The sarcasm and provocation in these words were obvious. Upon hearing this, the surrounding staff stopped and secretly glanced at Su Wan, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of anticipation. Su Wan was not angry. Instead, she smiled. Her tone was calm but intimidating: "Go back and tell your Weiwei that instead of wasting time letting you pass messages here, it is better to improve her acting skills. After all, the popularity gained by grabbing resources is like bubbles. It will burst at the slightest poke and will not last long. Also, next time you want to pass the message, let her do it herself. Sending an assistant will seem too insincere." The assistant's face flushed red, and her lips moved, wanting to refute, but she didn't know what to say. The surrounding staff couldn't help but lower their heads and chuckle. Everyone knew Lin Weiwei's acting was terrible, relying solely on hype and financial support. "Oh my god! Su Wan is so dedicated! She's constantly adjusting for a single shot, even moving around barefoot. This is the attitude of a true artist!" "That traditional Chinese style look is absolutely stunning! The intangible cultural heritage jewelry paired with the modified Hanfu, Su Wan's temperament is so perfect, she's like she stepped out of a painting!" "Compared to some artists who rely on hype and resources, Su Wan is so low-key and hardworking! Those negative press releases are completely unfounded!" "That 'L' brand couture dress is so beautiful! Su Wan looks like a queen in it! No wonder 'Fashion Chronicles' chose her. Who can compare to her expressiveness?" The tone in the comment section gradually shifted, with more and more people speaking up for Su Wan. Many fashion bloggers even reposted the behind-the-scenes footage, praising her professionalism and fashion sense. The online influencers hired by Lin Weiwei's team were quickly drowned out by the positive comments, and no longer made any waves. At that moment, Lin Weiwei was sitting in her luxurious villa, looking at the trending searches on her phone. She was so angry that she threw her tablet to the ground. The tablet screen shattered instantly, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor. "Su Wan! It's Su Wan again!" Lin Weiwei sat on the sofa, her face so gloomy that water could drip out of it. Her fingers tightly gripped the armrest of the sofa, and her knuckles turned white. "I spent so much money on buying water armies and issuing press releases, but it couldn't even surpass her broken behind-the-scenes footage!" Her agent hurriedly picked up the tablet on the ground and carefully advised: "Weiwei, don't be angry. Although I didn't get the cover, I helped you get a more important resource - Director Zhang's new movie "Dust in Fireworks", the second female lead! Director Zhang is a well-known domestic art film director, and the male lead is the movie emperor Gu Yan. The smell of disinfectant is like countless tiny needles, densely piercing into the nostrils, carrying the unique and lingering cold breath of the hospital. Lin Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and the moment his eyeballs came into contact with the light, they shrank uncontrollably, followed by a brief dizziness. He blinked subconsciously, and his sight gradually cleared. Gradually, the scene became clearer - what came into view was a pale ceiling covered with tiny cracks, like the marks carved by time on this cold building. Below the ceiling, a silver infusion pole stood beside the bed, with a transparent infusion bag hanging from it. The pale yellow liquid inside was flowing along the slender infusion tube, dripping slowly into the blood vessels on the back of his hand. He moved his fingers, and immediately felt a slight soreness on the back of his hand, which was the touch left by the infusion needle. Then, almost instinctively, he raised his hand and touched his chest. His fingertips touched the soft fabric of the hospital gown, and under the fabric was warm skin and a steadily beating heart. There was no expected severe pain running through the body, no sticky feeling of blood soaking clothes, and no heart-wrenching pain when bones were broken. All this was so real that it seemed unreal, making him a little dazed for a moment. "Mr. Lin, you are finally awake! "A surprised female voice echoed in his ears. Lin Chen slowly turned his head and saw a young girl in a pink nurse's uniform standing by the bed. She had a professional smile on her face and a clipboard in her hand. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with messy bangs on her forehead. It was obvious that she had just rushed over. "When I came to check on you just now, you were still asleep. I was about to call the doctor when I didn't expect you to open your eyes."