"Are you complaining to ?" ng Yan asked back, walking straight up to Hua Tiantian.
"No, no, that’s not what I ant."
Just as Hua Tiantian finished speaking, ng Yan placed his hands in his pockets, bent down, and carefully examined her swollen face. His hazy gaze revealed his dissatisfaction, and soon their eyes t, sparking an ambiguous tension.
"You, you, you..."
"What about ? Could it be that you’ve fallen for too?"
ng Yan teased as he watched Hua Tiantian stand up, noticing her attempt to escape. He quickly grabbed her hand first: "Hua Tiantian, are you embarrassed and afraid to admit it?"
"I—I’m not! ng Yan, stop being narcissistic."
Hua Tiantian felt her cheeks heat up, her heart racing, as if the air around them had thinned.
ng Yan’s gaze shifted back to her swollen cheek. His handso brows furrowed deeply as his fingers touched her face, making her inhale sharply.
"Hiss... You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You know my swollen face hurts."
"Does it hurt?" ng Yan’s tone softened unexpectedly, even he didn’t notice.
Hua Tiantian sulkily nodded, then shook her head.
ng Yan looked at her helplessly: "So does it hurt or not?"
"I can’t describe it. I can’t say what it feels like. When your finger touches it, the pain stings."
Seeing Hua Tiantian wince in pain, ng Yan grew impatient. At this mont, the secretary returned, accompanied by the director, vice director, and screenwriter.
Hua Tiantian was shocked to see them, staring blankly at ng Yan’s darkened expression. Feeling the pressure, she nervously swallowed hard and thought, "What is ng Yan planning to do?"
"Everyone, our President ng wants to discuss the matter of funding the production with the team individually. President ng, this is the director, vice director, and the screenwriter."
"Hello," ng Yan greeted indifferently with a sweeping glance.
Hua Tiantian looked at ng Yan, feeling an ominous premonition. She pointed at the door and said, "Take your ti talking; I’ll step out for a mont."
"Hua Tiantian, where are you going?"
"I—I just wanted to take a walk."
Hua Tiantian had no idea what ng Yan was up to. Her heart pounded wildly, the suspense unbearable. Adding to the tension, both the director and screenwriter were staring at her with expressions suggesting they had sothing to say, making her afraid of being misunderstood.
"You stay. There’s sothing I need to ask the director."
The director, knowing ng Yan’s reputation, imdiately perked up after hearing the secretary ntion investnt. Donning a flattering smile, he said, "President ng, what can I do for you?"
"I just heard soone spreading rumors that Hua Tiantian is being kept as a mistress. I will get to the bottom of this matter. I hope the director can take care of her within the crew. She’s kind and pure-hearted, without a shred of scheming, and I worry she might be taken advantage of by others."
Hua Tiantian was dumbfounded by ng Yan’s words, her eyes widening as if she wanted to defend herself.
ng Yan shot her a glare and continued, "Did my secretary make things clear earlier? What’s your decision?"
"President ng, to have your fifty-million investnt at this critical mont is an enormous relief for the entire crew. On behalf of everyone, thank you for your generosity."
Hua Tiantian was floored when she heard "fifty million."
"However, I have one condition."
ng Yan spoke while deliberately shifting his gaze toward the screenwriter.
The screenwriter exchanged glances with the director and vice director, then offered ng Yan a polite smile before speaking up: "I’ve reviewed this morning’s footage carefully. Miss Hua Tiantian is indeed a dedicated and earnest actress. As the screenwriter, I’m thrilled to see the character I created portrayed so wonderfully."
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