From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Anson was a little flustered.

Although it wasn't 2023 and he didn't need to be paranoid, some things were still the same even in 2000—

Wait a minute, why are you all looking at me with the expressions of scummy playboys?

It's really not what you think. I swear!

However.

The girl couldn't control herself. Not only couldn't she control herself, but she completely broke down and burst into tears, becoming more and more distressed as she cried.

"…I… just finished working for twelve hours without sleeping, then transferred planes twice and flew for seventeen hours straight without getting any sleep. I'm so sleepy, I'm really sleepy…"

Her speech was slurred, her pronunciation a mess, swallowing some sounds and adding strange syllables, sounding like an alien language. Anson couldn't understand a word and was filled with question marks. "Plane? What's wrong with the plane?"

He felt that he might really need a language patch.

"Waa, waa waa…" Because she was crying so hard, she seemed to be glitching, sobbing intermittently, tears and snot completely smeared together. "I just wanted to sleep for a bit, otherwise I won't have the energy to work. I'm also very scared. I don't know what's going on. I… I… I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. I didn't know this would happen, so what do I do now…"

Anson: "Huh?"

"Slow down, pronounce clearly, speak slowly."

The girl finally lowered her hands and raised her head, her face red, tears streaming down her face, filled with sadness, and glanced at Anson's left shoulder.

"I really didn't do it on purpose. I also wanted to help you clean it up, but I don't know how. I just tried to wipe away the stain, but it won't come off no matter what. Otherwise, after we get off the plane, I'll help you send it to the dry cleaner, but if I do that, my mom will see it, and if my mom sees the credit card bill and asks me about it, what do I do…"

Anson: ???

The girl raised her eyes and saw Anson.

Anson also looked at the girl with a bewildered expression.

Their eyes met, but both of them were filled with question marks.

Burp!

Without warning, the girl burped—

Because she was crying so hard, she couldn't catch her breath.

The girl's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye. She tried to hold her breath to stop herself, but the more she did, the more she couldn't control it.

She mumbled, "So! Embarrassing! I'm! Going! To! Die! Waa!"

Finally, he understood this last sentence.

Anson blinked, blinked—

He looked at the girl, then at his own wet shoulder. "Ahem, actually, it's not a big deal. It'll dry quickly in the sun."

Anson was also a little at a loss. He had never experienced such a situation in his two lifetimes. For a moment, his brain was spinning, and he was stunned.

So, how should he comfort the girl?

That being said.

Looking closely, the stain on his shoulder looked like the shape of an elephant, with a long trunk, vividly.

Pfft.

Anson almost lost it. He forced himself to suppress his smile and cleared his throat again, preparing to organize his words to comfort the girl in front of him.

He could still try to look.

But he didn't expect that the flight attendant noticed the commotion here. After the plane landed and entered a stable taxiing state, she unbuckled her seatbelt and came over immediately.

Anson tried to explain, but how could he explain the situation just now without making things worse? What if he told the truth, and the girl felt even more embarrassed and cried even harder?

With a moment of hesitation, the flight attendant glanced at Anson warily, bypassed Anson, and looked at the girl inside, asking softly.

"Miss, what happened?"

The girl raised her head, her face tear-streaked, her eyes red, and now even the tip of her nose was as red as a clown's nose, making her look a little funny.

She stared blankly at the flight attendant, immediately realizing her disheveled appearance, and subconsciously raised her hands to cover her cheeks, but didn't know how to speak.

The flight attendant glanced at Anson again, preparing to speak and try to protect the victim.

At this moment, Anson's voice came from the side, "When the plane landed, she was sleeping, and she lost her balance and accidentally bumped her nose on my shoulder."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should have protected her in time."

The girl didn't realize that things could be explained this way.

She carefully opened a gap in the palms covering her cheeks and peeked at Anson through her fingers, her cheeks flushing rapidly.

The flight attendant looked at Anson—

Since the audition, Anson had started growing his hair for the role, waiting to arrive at the production team, where the production team's stylists would trim it according to the needs of the role.

So, Anson's hair was now particularly long and slightly messy, which brought some changes to his overall temperament, giving him a bit of the romantic temperament of a wandering painter; the eyes hidden behind the strands of hair couldn't be seen clearly, but they were still sincere, conveying sincerity in the exchange of glances.

Subconsciously, the flight attendant believed Anson.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief. It wasn't a big deal, that was good.

But the flight attendant still maintained some vigilance, because Anson in front of her looked older, while the girl by the window looked underage.

So, the flight attendant looked at the girl again, "Miss, is that so? Do you need us to notify the police?"

Suddenly, the girl straightened her back, her eyes full of panic. If she notified the police, and the matter blew up, and the police found out the truth, she would be completely humiliated. She waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no need, the matter… the matter is as he said, there's really no need to call the police."

However—

The flight attendant saw this scene and became vigilant instead, suspecting that Anson might be threatening the girl, completely avoiding eye contact with Anson.

She leaned forward slightly, passed Anson, reached over, gently patted the girl's shoulder, and whispered in the girl's ear.

"If you need help, just blink twice."

What to do?

Anne Hathaway became more and more embarrassed.

At this point, she finally realized that her actions just now might have backfired and put both of them in a dilemma.

So, what to do now?

Anne was a little conflicted, biting her lower lip.

But she didn't want to cause trouble for others. Moreover, in this whole matter, the man next to her was not at fault at all. It was entirely her responsibility.

If that was the case, she might as well be the one to lose face.

So, Anne leaned forward slightly, close to the flight attendant's ear, and whispered to explain what had just happened, what exactly was going on.

Anne couldn't believe it. Last time, during the audition for "The Princess Diaries," she fell off the chair because she was too nervous, which was embarrassing enough; she originally thought that this year's share of embarrassment had been used up, but she didn't expect reality to give her a cruel blow, and she could actually break through the bottom line even further.

The only thing she could silently hope for now was that this would be the last embarrassment of the year, and then, she and the gentleman next to her would never meet again; otherwise, she wasn't sure if she would perform a flat-ground wrestling scene live next time, losing all ladylike etiquette completely.

As for now?

Since things had come to this, she might as well let the storm come more violently!

First chapter.