Chapter 1898: Not Spoiling

Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t indulge them. Whoever wants to show this kind of hospitality should do it themselves. Anyway, she has a great relationship with her grandma.

Who can’t afford a whole box of pastries, anyway?

“Jiaojiao?”

Song Yuan was puzzled. Nan Jiaojiao had already got into the car without sparing another word, driving out of the parking space, purposely avoiding the nanny car parked sideways in the middle of the road, taking a detour from the other side.

She couldn’t maintain her composure anymore. Her hands squeezed tightly on the two ribbons of the pastry box, watching Nan Jiaojiao’s car drive farther away, her thin lips pressed firmly together.

Sister Lai immediately started cursing, “Who does she think she is? Why are you spoiling her like this? She doesn’t even want the pastry, it’s like a slap to your face, and you can put up with this!”

Song Yuan sighed, “I’ve vaguely heard that Jiaojiao’s childhood was quite unfortunate, and her birth wasn’t great. It was only a few years ago that her biological parents found her, but her relationship with her family isn’t very solid. I’ve interacted with her a few times privately, and she’s always been like this. Maybe it’s just a personality she developed growing up, can’t really blame her.”

“Isn’t that just a lack of upbringing!”

“Sister Lai,” Song Yuan gently called her, looking over softly, “You should be more careful with your words in the future, it’s easy to offend people.”

She spoke like she was scolding, but she didn’t really mean to blame.

“But it depends on the person, doesn’t it? That Nan Jiaojiao, from the beginning, I’ve never liked her. Within the entire crew, she’s the most aloof one. I’ve seen many people like her. Look, Producer Zhou and Director Chen treat her very well, don’t they? I’ve looked into her. She has no notable credentials in the industry, yet Producer Zhou specifically requested her. Anyone can figure out what’s fishy here with just their toes.”

“Alright, say less. We’re all in the same circle. We’ll see each other again in the future. Even if she doesn’t have credentials now, it doesn’t mean she won’t in the future. Don’t underestimate people, leave some options for yourself.”

Song Yuan handed the pastry to Sister Lai, “Let’s go.”

“Yuan Yuan, why are you being so careful? Your family background is great. You don’t need to put up with this.”

Song Yuan said, “My family is my family, and I am myself. They are not the same. Acting is my hobby, unrelated to my family.”

Sister Lai felt it was unfair to her. Song Yuan is the type who, even if she didn’t succeed as an actress, could go home and inherit the family fortune. Yet she always deliberately conceals her family background. Even though she has plenty of resources at home, she’s never sought special treatment or been highly promoted. Being an actress relies on youth. If she doesn’t seize the opportunity in these few years and use her background to get a few leading roles that she can stand firm on, in a few years, she might be ousted by the market. It’s a pity Sister Lai has advised her many times, but Song Yuan insists on taking slow steps, accepting decent roles, accumulating several standout supporting roles.

But in the end, they’re just supporting roles, not enough to stand tall in one’s personal achievements.

Sister Lai stopped advising her, thinking that following a young lady of a rich family wouldn’t result in bad treatment, “Where to, back to the Song family or your apartment?”

“Back home, I haven’t seen my mom in a long time.”

Sister Lai instructed the driver to set up the navigation, “We have to cross the sea bridge, it’s a bit far, you can take a nap, I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Song Yuan responded, lowering her head to fiddle with her phone, not fully leaning against the seat, fingers swiftly typing on the screen. After the car left the film city, she flipped her phone over in her hand and leaned her head to close her eyes slightly.

…

On the road, Nan Jiaojiao received a call from Bo Yanching. She honestly reported her itinerary, “I’ve driven the car out. You don’t need to pick me up later; I’ll come back myself.”