The eyes of the office leadership were all fixed on him, each feeling uneasy, thinking that the supervisor was dood.
ng Yan nodded: "That’s all, let’s adjourn the eting."
"But, President ng, there’s still a deal worth over three hundred million we haven’t discussed," the secretary quietly reminded him.
ng Yan stood up tall and walked out the door with his long legs: "You can make the decisions yourselves, don’t ask about everything."
What a joke, if he finished the eting, Hua Tiantian would have been snatched away already, he couldn’t wait even a minute.
Qin Miaomiao was deliberately watching ng Yan’s antics, having finished her work, she kept looking at her phone, oddly realizing ng Yan hadn’t called even once.
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but find it strange, wondering if ng Yan had changed his ways. Then the next mont she got a call from the director, saying ng Yan had directly stord onto the set, demanding the screenwriter change the script, saying there were too many kissing scenes between the male and female leads and requesting to cut so.
Changing the script was common, but ng Yan didn’t stop at having the script changed—he also demanded the male lead keep a distance of more than five steps from the female lead. Five steps made it difficult for them to even hold hands, let alone any more intimate actions.
The director repeatedly assured him that the kissing scenes were simulated with cara angles and had good precautions, but ng Yan was still unhappy, and the director had to call Qin Miaomiao to personally talk to ng Yan.
Qin Miaomiao was both amused and exasperated, originally intending a harmless joke, but ng Yan took it so seriously, storming onto the set to threaten the director—it was indeed sothing only he could do.
ng Yan sat in the rest area, next to him the director was sweat-drenched in fright, and the screenwriter was nodding and bowing.
He wore sunglasses on his handso face, usually indicating ng Yan’s mood wasn’t great at the mont.
The assistant’s phone rang respectfully; he handed it to ng Yan: "President ng, it’s President Qin’s call."
ng Yan crossed his legs and took the phone: "Hello, President Qin."
Qin Miaomiao’s slightly amused voice ca through the phone: "President ng, I heard you stord onto the set, is that right?"
ng Yan stood next to the cara, watching Hua Tiantian and another actress filming a scene.
She stood by the roadside, talking with the male lead, the actress ca over, playing her friend, joking with her.
Their laughter was carefree, Hua Tiantian had a sweet and dreamy smile on her face, wearing a white dress running down the street, just as the male lead erged from the opposite coffee shop. Hua Tiantian rushed into the male lead’s arms, spinning gracefully 180 degrees, half-lying in his embrace.
ng Yan’s face grew long, his hand in his pocket fidgeting nonstop, Hua Tiantian’s assistant noticed ng Yan coming over, her piercing gaze fixed on Hua Tiantian. She took small steps and pulled a flattering smile: "President ng, please don’t be angry, Tiantian is just acting, you mustn’t take it seriously."
She said this, imdiately offering the cookies from Hua Tiantian’s bag to ng Yan, flattering him: "You know, last ti you ca over, Tiantian knew of your concern for her, look, she specially prepared Oreos and yogurt for you."
The actress was strict with her diet, Hua Tiantian didn’t eat much usually, hearing the assistant’s comnt made ng Yan’s mood improve greatly, as he accepted the assistant’s cookies, leisurely eating them.
"Who accepted this romance drama?" ng Yan’s sharp eyes were glued to Hua Tiantian, her mind focused and engaged in the drama, interacting with the male lead.
Though he was angry, he didn’t lose his grace by causing a scene on set, leaving everyone in an awkward position.
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