Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s

Director Zhao sneered, "What’s impossible about that! The kid is already four years old! Don’t think having big eyes means you can just glare at me like that. If you said it’s impossible for you to find a wife, I’d believe it. Someone like Jinghuai, people are practically lining up to marry him! You should take some time to reach out to him, learn from him! Ugh, when will he bring the kid over for me to see? The child must be as smart as him."

Impossible! Zhao Chun still couldn’t believe it! If he were getting married, he’d definitely notify him, right? No way. Then looking at his grandfather’s attitude, Zhao Chun teared up: "Grandpa, I’ve had a question, troubling me since I was a kid. Can I ask you?"

"Go ahead." Immersed in his thoughts, Director Zhao replied casually.

Zhao Chun wiped away a tear: "Is my dad your biological son?"

"Smack!" This brat had it coming!

Zhao Chun took a solid knock on the head and tears streamed down: "Don’t get mad, Grandpa... I just want to ask, am I really my parents’ biological child?"

"Not at all." Director Zhao shook his head. "You were picked up by the two of them."

Zhao Chun laughed and cried, ran to find his mom, and hugged her arm tightly, "Mom... Mom, Grandpa said I was picked up by you. Is that true?"

Mrs. Zhao replied, "Not exactly. You were given to us using food stamps."

Zhao Chun: o(╥﹏╥)o

**

Feipu Road, bustling with activity. A prominently displayed notice outside announced a payment of 500 for the role.

In line, the ratio between genders was hugely skewed. Two-thirds were women. The area where the girls gathered was alive with chatter.

"Are you here for the audition too?"

"Yeah."

"Handed in your profile?"

"Handed it in."

"Not sure if it’s for a movie or a TV drama. So nervous."

"Another contestant just got eliminated!"

A girl ran out of the door at lightning speed, leaving only the sight of her sobbing back for the crowd to catch.

"Looks like the director’s pretty strict."

"Heard the director’s about our age and super handsome!"

"Then I’ll definitely charm him with my beauty!"

"The one who just got cut looked short, no surprise there."

"Next. Ding Jiajia. Who’s Ding Jiajia?" Yao Yu, holding the profile sheet, stood at the door shouting loudly.

"That’s me." A short-haired, round-faced girl raised her hand.

The interior felt much more spacious. In the middle was a sofa, where a man lounged lazily with crossed legs, flipping through documents as if he had all the time in the world.

In front of the sofa, there was an open area. By the edges were chairs for those who passed the first round of interviews. Ji Yao’er sat there quietly chatting with the friend she had recommended to audition. Besides Ji Yao’er’s friend, there were three others who had made it into the shortlist.

The scattered few remaining were staff members. Some were fiddling with cameras, some with monitors, and others with tripods—everyone busy. Amid their busyness, they kept glancing at the audition progress.

Ding Jiajia glanced quickly. The girls who made it through were all quite good-looking, long hair too, while she was the only one with short hair. Then she looked at the director—lazily scanning profiles, seemingly unaware of her presence. The director was so young, dressed quite fashionably.

Wearing gray loose-fitting pants and a beige shirt, layered with a jacket due to the fickle weather—it was cool today. On top of his head, he wore a scarf, which made his face stand out even more. He was really the epitome of suave and dashing!

"Boss, she’s here," Yao Yu quietly reminded.

Zhao Chun said "Oh" distractedly, absorbed in his papers. He quickly uncrossed his legs, clasped his hands on his knees, and tilted his chin upwards, "Ding Jiajia."

He squinted, scanned her up and down, "What are your skills?"

"I—I can dance!"

"Alright, show me. Wait!" Zhao Chun suddenly interrupted, "Push the hair off your forehead first."

"Huh? Oh." Ding Jiajia obediently pushed her hair back.

She looked fine before, but once she pushed it back, something seemed off. Her forehead proportion didn’t match her face.

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Zhao Chun waved his hand dismissively, "You can leave now. Yao Yu, call the next one."

In a single sentence, Ding Jiajia was eliminated without knowing why, running out in tears, just like those before her.

No big incident though—it wasn’t her fault, just bad looks. She didn’t fit the image of a leading lady.

Ji Yao’er, off to the side, smirked and leaned close to her friend’s ear, "You’re the best so far~"

"Yao’er," the friend cooed, "I’ll definitely give my best performance."

"Hello, Director, I’m Wu Lili!" The next girl entering spoke sweetly, her features delicate, though marred by a few freckles on her fair face. Even so, her attire was quite presentable. Zhao Chun decided to give her a chance and nodded, "What are your skills?"

"I can sing!" Wu Lili replied.

"Sing, huh?" Zhao Chun’s eyes lit up. "Sing something for me then."

"I recently heard a song, ’Daybreak.’ Director, let me sing it for you." Wu Lili started singing: "It was an autumn day, the wind oh so tender. Made me remember them, those helpless eyes..."

"That’s enough." Zhao Chun stopped her, "You can go now. Next."

Wu Lili was on the verge of tears, biting her lip in frustration: "Director, why are you dismissing me? Did I sing poorly?"

"I’ve heard that song too. The original singer’s voice was bright and powerful. But you—too petty and without any emotional depth." Zhao Chun parsed his words, deliberate and cutting.

Wu Lili’s heart shattered.

"Next, Zheng Yinyin."

Zhao Chun scratched his ear, feeling annoyed and furrowed his brows. Yinyin, just now it was Lili, and before that—what’s with these names?

"What are your skills?"

"I can draw~"

"..."

The girl with glasses asked, "Director, should I draw something?"

"No need, next."

This pattern repeated over and over. Among all the auditions, only one girl was selected. From eye issues to bad noses, from problematic noses to mismatched lips, from lips to lack of fair skin, from fair skin to unattractive features, and if the faces were good, their legs were too short.

Every flaw imaginable surfaced, until Zhao Chun reached the point of numbness and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Next, Tian Sangsang." Yao Yu paused, then yelled toward the door.

Tian Sansan, Sansan, Sansan—what’s with these names! Wait, was it Sangsang? Zhao Chun’s eyes widened suddenly, sitting upright and glancing at the document in shock. He raised his head in disbelief!

A dark-skinned woman beamed at him, "Director Zhao, hello, I’m Tian Sangsang. Tian Sangsang is me."

"Cough! Cough!" Zhao Chun coughed in surprise, grabbed the cup beside him and took a sip, moistening his dry lips.

Yao Yu was witnessing his boss’s rare moment of losing composure for the first time. The reason—none other than the fact that the cup was completely empty. So, Boss, what exactly were you trying to swallow? Air?

"Look at her. So dark."

"Yeah, yeah, she’s bold to come to the audition being this dark!"

"..."