When the topic came up, Wen Ai choked up more and more: "The brand said that according to the contract, this is a major breach of contract and they need to pay 1.5 times the endorsement fee."
Ling Shuangjiang asked, "What if we could salvage the brand image?"
"It's beyond repair." Wen Ai covered her eyes: "This is a resource I went through a lot of trouble to get after my last TV series became a hit. It's my fault, I ruined it all. I was too outspoken and said everything, it's all my fault."
Ling Shuangjiang handed her a tissue and sighed, "I have an idea."
Wen Ai immediately looked up: "What method? Is there any way?"
Ling Shuangjiang said gently, "I can't guarantee it will work, but I think it's worth a try."
Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment: "Okay! Let's give it a try!"
“I checked online and found that the mask you are currently endorsing is the third generation. The professional R&D team of Hechun has added extracts that double the whitening effect. In fact, Hechun has been committed to the research and development of whitening masks for the past fifteen years.”
Wen Ai was puzzled, but listened attentively to what he had to say.
Ling Shuangjiang continued to explain: "The IK mask you mentioned today mainly focuses on moisturizing, with only a slight whitening effect. I think if you want to reverse the negative reputation, you can leverage this opportunity."
Wen Nuan had wiped away her tears and nodded earnestly.
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled: "We can sum it up in one sentence—He Chun, whitening is our eternal and unchanging original intention."
Wen Nuan: "Is this all you need?"
Ling Shuangjiang stood up: "You need to get some sleep now. Tomorrow, choose one light purple outfit, one burgundy outfit, and one lemon yellow outfit. Any questions?"
Wen Ai raised her hand: "No problem!"
Ling Shuangjiang gave her a reassuring smile: "Don't worry."
Wen Ai suddenly choked up: "Shuangjiang, why did you help me? Qi Yu only comforted me once and then didn't say anything more."
Ling Shuangjiang waved her hand: "Thank you for the avocado lychee milk tea."
—
Leaving the warm room, Ling Shuangjiang placed an order for a drawing board and oil paints as she walked.
Suddenly, he bumped into a hard embrace. He looked up slightly and saw Xie Wang staring at him silently with a cold expression.
Ling Shuangjiang: "You scared me."
Xie Wang let go of his hand and put it in his pocket: "Where have you been so late? I was worried when I found your RV was empty."
Ling Shuangjiang explained, "I'll go check on Wen Nuan."
"What's wrong with Wen Nuan?" Xie Wang asked.
After Ling Shuangjiang explained the whole story, Xie Wang lazily asked, "Who asked her that question?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Chen Ying."
Xie Wang didn't say anything more, but said calmly, "If you need any help, just let me know. Don't overwork yourself."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded: "Okay, then I'll head back now."
"etc--"
Xie Wang walked to his side and said casually, "Give me your hand."
Ling Shuangjiang opened her palm, and in the blink of an eye, a deep blue gemstone, without a single impurity, landed on it.
Xie Wang turned and stepped into his RV, leaving behind a comment: "Gemstones symbolize good luck. They'll look great on you if they're made into earrings."
Ling Shuangjiang slowly curled her fingers, murmuring with a smile, "Okay."
—
The next day, when the guests started having breakfast, they discovered that Ling Shuangjiang and Wen Nuan were already sitting by the sea.
One person, dressed in a lemon-yellow suit and skirt, strolled in the sea, while another sat in front of an easel, diligently coloring and painting, bringing the tranquil beach to life early in the morning.
Wen Nuan held the face mask and cooperated obediently from beginning to end. Even though she had been standing for four hours, she still firmly believed that Ling Shuangjiang could help her get through this difficult time.
Prepared to paint for a whole day and night, Ling Shuangjiang wore only a simple white shirt, with milk and chocolate beside him to replenish his energy. He seemed to have found the carefree and relaxed feeling he had in college. The figures in his oil paintings were full of emotion, with sweet smiles and light steps as if dancing on the coastline behind them. The face mask from He Chun's house in his hand became a tool to shield her from the sun. Under the light shadow, her fair skin stood out in the vibrant color scheme.
Chen Ying silently observed the two of them, her voice very soft: "What are they doing?"
Huang Shan: "Wen Ai said that Shuangjiang came up with a plan, and the two of them are implementing it."
“Right now, everyone online is criticizing Wen Ai and He Chun. My agent told me that the best PR team has refused to take on this matter. What can Ling Shuangjiang do?” Bai Xinyu said.
Joey was a little unhappy: "Maybe."
Bai Xinyu was speechless: "Him? He thinks he can turn the tide?"
[My wife has been painting all day since the Frost's Descent solar term.]
[Today is free time, everyone else is on dates, so why are Shuangjiang and Wen'ai doing this all the time?]
Given Wen's current reputation, it's best for your wife to avoid contact with her.
[This variety show, "Warm and Sweet," is probably her last appearance on.]
[I don't care, I don't care, my wife is so beautiful.]
On the beach.
Xie Wang walked towards Ling Shuangjiang with a sandwich in his hand: "Have something to eat first."
Ling Shuangjiang didn't have a good appetite in the morning and didn't like fried food. He glanced at it and said, "Just leave it there."
Xie Wang nodded, and Lu Shaoheng, who was behind him, came over with eggs and oatmeal porridge at some point. "Shuangjiang, eat first."
Ling Shuangjiang casually took an egg, put it in her mouth, and nodded her thanks to Lu Shaoheng. Xie Wang watched the two of them from the side, feeling like an outsider. A dense, bittersweet feeling spread through his heart, and he turned and left.
Xie Wang did not appear in front of Ling Shuangjiang again until evening.
It was already past midnight when Ling Shuangjiang finished the two oil paintings.
Wen Nuan rubbed her dark circles: "Thank you, Shuangjiang. I think two are enough."
Ling Shuangjiang said, "That's not enough. Draw another one tomorrow."
With warm gratitude, she clasped her hands together and said, "Thank you, Frostfall. Whether it's useful or not, I will never forget your great kindness."
Ling Shuangjiang raised her eyebrows: "No need to repay the favor, just be more careful with your words in the future."
Wen Ai lowered her head and said, "Teacher Ling, I've got it."
The two chatted and laughed as they returned to their RV to rest. When Ling Shuangjiang passed by Xie Wang's RV, she noticed that he was standing at the door smoking.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked.
Xie Wang's expression was grim, and his reply was brief: "Immediately."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded.
Just as they were about to go inside, Xie Wang suddenly asked, "Do you need any help?"
Ling Shuangjiang turned around: "Help?"
Xie Wang: "A warm and intimate matter."
Ling Shuangjiang shook her head: "No need, we'll be done soon."
Xie Wang, with a cigarette between his fingers, nodded slightly.
Ling Shuangjiang: "Go to sleep early."
Xie Wang: "Hmm."
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The next day, Ling Shuangjiang did the same thing as the day before, while Wen Ai changed into a wine-red long dress.
Today, Wen'ai has a date planned. In order to complete the oil painting, she specially chose Ling Shuangjiang, and the two of them went to the flower field to paint together.
Before leaving, Ling Shuangjiang searched everywhere for Xie Wang, but couldn't find him.
Wen Ai said, "Today is President Xie's birthday."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Then let's hurry up and draw, and try to come back for dinner as soon as possible to celebrate his birthday."
7 p.m. is the peak time for internet traffic.
Wen Nuan posted four advertisement photos on Weibo. The style is realistic oil painting, and the texture and high-end feel are comparable to some of He Chun's most viewed advertising campaigns.
The oil painting emphasizes the interplay between white and various colors, cleverly incorporating the brand logo's signature colors—lemon yellow, burgundy, and light purple—into every stroke of the painting.
The Herbal Mask undoubtedly became the biggest highlight, blending seamlessly into the warm hands, its colors once again colliding with fair skin, echoing the theme.
A single sentence in the Weibo post is the finishing touch to this series of oil painting-style advertisements.
@WenAi: He Chun, whitening is our original intention.
Thank you, Xiaoshuangjiang!
At 7:30 p.m., the Weibo post had been reposted 200,000 times, becoming the number one trending topic and sparking heated discussions among countless people in the fashion and oil painting circles.
At 7:40 p.m., "Wen Ai He Chun" topped the trending searches.
At 7:50 p.m., "He Chun Whitening" topped the trending searches, becoming the second most searched topic.
During the meal, all the guests were discussing this matter. Xie Wang clicked on the three oil paintings, touched them lightly with his fingertips, and then saved them.
He looked up at Ling Shuangjiang, while Wen Nuan beside him was beaming with excitement. Ling Shuangjiang, on the other hand, simply straightened the cuffs of her white shirt and patiently explained the color aesthetics in oil painting to everyone while holding chopsticks.
Although he was only wearing white, Xie Wang saw other colors on him.
This color needs no embellishment to stand out; it's hidden in the smile in Ling Shuangjiang's eyes.
Xie Wang picked up his wine glass and realized that almost none of his friends were as intelligent and confident as Ling Shuangjiang, who was also kind and gentle.
He then thought of the peony in his bedroom.
"Shuangjiang, you are really amazing." Lu Shaoheng expressed his praise without reservation, and admiration quietly surfaced in his eyes.
With four hours to go until midnight, Xie Wang looked at Ling Shuangjiang, got up alone, strolled along the beach, and then sat in front of the rocks, gazing at the sea.
After Xie Wang left, Ling Shuangjiang asked the production team, "Have you prepared a cake?"
The director explained, "We originally wanted to throw a birthday party for Mr. Xie, but he said there was no need to prepare anything special, just like usual."
Ling Shuangjiang was slightly lost in thought: "Could you prepare a bowl of longevity noodles?"
The director scratched his head: "We didn't prepare any flour; everyone has been eating rice these days."