In the original plot, Ivy Liu frantically tried to hail a cab with Sylvia, but none stopped.
Sylvia whimpered about being late, so Ivy desperately flagged down a passing car—only to find it carried Arthur Murong, the six-time Golden Award-winning emperor of the entertainment industry.
Of course, Arthur was merely passing through.
He'd been en route to his hot-spring villa when Ivy intercepted him.
She yanked the door open, dragged Sylvia inside, and breathlessly explained: Sylvia needed to audition.
Arthur sneered, "A plain girl like her? She'd never succeed."
Furious, Ivy argued back—until Arthur shoved her out onto the street.
Just as he moved to expel Sylvia too, she spoke in a voice soft yet steely:
"I know I might fail... but I still want to try. Even if the outcome is bleak, I'll have no regrets."
And just like that, Arthur was "moved."
He ordered his driver to reroute to the film company.
Reading this part originally, my jaw dropped.
Moved? How?! Ivy's logical, heartfelt plea meant nothing, but Sylvia's two lines of bullsht flipped a switch?*
And Sylvia—weren't you Ivy's "best friend"? Your friend got thrown onto the curb! Couldn't you at least ask the bastard to let her back in?
Even worse: after the car drove off, original-Ivy felt zero anger—only frantic worry that Sylvia might get kidnapped. She hailed a taxi and chased Arthur's car like a maniac.
But that was the original Ivy.
My version:
I waited calmly with Sylvia by the roadside, scrolling through cat videos when cabs whizzed past.
Sylvia tugged my sleeve, voice trembling: "Xiao Yi... no cars... what do we do?"
I didn't look up: "Keep waiting. Not like I can materialize a taxi."
"But my audition... I'll be late..."
A tearful wobble entered her voice. Damn it—I've always been weak to crying girls.
Putting away my phone, I suggested gently: "Subway? Rush-hour traffic's hell anyway. This'll be faster."
Sylvia: "..."
She fidgeted silently. Just as I opened my mouth—a sleek black sedan (some luxury brand I didn't recognize) crawled past us.
Sylvia's eyes lit up. She pulled my arm, gaze pleading.
Seriously? Flag it down yourself!
I stared straight ahead, even wrinkling my nose:
"Annoying driver. Either speed up or park. Quit road-hogging."
"Xiao Yi, don't say that—"
The car stopped.
A butler-esque man in a suit stepped out, bowing courteously:
"May I assist you ladies?"
Sylvia clasped her hands, radiating gratitude:
"Really? Would it trouble you? I... I have a vital audition. I'm late, and taxis won't stop... I must try, or I'd never forgive myself!"
The man smiled approvingly: "Of course. Please get in."
Me: ?
...Is this the fucking halo effect in action?