Chapter 58
Lin Meyu POV
I'm a nervous wreck.
I smooth down the nonexistent wrinkles on my crimson evening gown for the tenth time.
My palms are clammy, my heart won't slow, and my lipstick has been reapplied at least three times. I can't take it anymore. I leave my room and walk next door.
I knock.
A soft voice answers, "Come in."
The door opens to reveal Jiang Yuxi sitting at a vanity, curling her hair with an effortless grace that makes my anxiety spike.
She catches my reflection in the mirror, raises an eyebrow, and tilts her head just slightly.
"Lin Meyu? Take a seat," she says calmly.
I perch on the edge of the bed, barely breathing.
I can't believe I'm here.
I'm sitting in Jiang Yuxi's room.
The Film Empress. Cold, elegant, untouchable.
Except now, I know that was a misunderstanding.
She isn't cold. Just quiet. Reserved. And yes, intimidating—but mostly because she doesn't waste energy on pretense.
