Hua Tiantian took the hairdryer, sat in the lounge blowing her hair in front of the mirror, pondering that sothing was off with her assistant today. Usually, they’d help her, but today she had to do it herself. Maybe she had been too lenient with the assistant, leading to having to fend for herself.
ng Yan looked at his empty hands, raised his eyes to see the woman in the mirror who seed unconcerned, and elegantly walked to her side, "Hua Tiantian, I’m warning you, keep your distance from male actors when filming."
Hua Tiantian was about to jump up, "ng Yan, this is work for , I haven’t been fooling around with male actors. Don’t put an undeserved label on ; I’m not soone you can label as you please."
ng Yan took out a notebook, opened it with elegance, and pointed to a docunt. It was a promotional photo of her and the male lead. Hua Tiantian, indignant, suddenly put down the hairdryer, "This is work! We’re just taking promotional photos, nothing else, you’re ddling too much!"
ng Yan was born to be the kind of person who could have anything he wanted, never having faced anyone yelling at him before. People around them exchanged glances and automatically moved three feet away to avoid being caught in their crossfire.
Hua Tiantian, like a fluffed-up rooster, glared at him irritably.
She was innocent, how did she turn into soone fooling around with n in ng Yan’s words!
She saw ng Yan calmly standing nearby, upright like a lamppost, and felt infuriated.
"Do promotional photos need to be so intimate?" ng Yan was oblivious to the jealousy in his voice.
"ng Yan, it’s a publicity stunt," Hua Tiantian couldn’t help but call him by his full na, her small face full of dissatisfaction with him.
"I’m the investor in your next film, do you have any awareness as an actress?" ng Yan’s eyebrows furrowed into a straight line.
"So what if you’re an investor? I hate people like you who bully others just because you have money!"
Her fondness for ng Yan vanished. Strangely, she had found him quite pleasant just now, but now he was just unbearable, wishing she could shove him into the ground.
ng Yan’s face suddenly darkened, and he turned to leave the lounge, with the other three quickly following him.
The assistant saw sothing off in ng Yan’s expression and jogged over to Hua Tiantian, "Tian Tian, President ng ca to see you with good intentions, why did you upset him?"
Hua Tiantian rolled her eyes irritably, "Didn’t you hear him? He ca to see how my acting is and plans to invest in my next film."
Seeing the text ssage he sent had initially made her happy, but in the blink of an eye, ng Yan’s attitude was heart-wrenching.
In the following days, ng Yan indeed didn’t co to the set. He adopted a hands-off approach toward her, and Hua Tiantian thought it was just as well, preventing him from ddling. He’s nobody to her!
Thinking about this, Hua Tiantian beca increasingly unhappy.
ng Yan stood at the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the hustle and bustle of the City below.
The office was decorated simply, in a typical European style, with all decor spotlessly clean. The shelves held vases bought at a high price from the French literary period, rich in color and full of romantic French sentint under the reflection of the setting sun.
Dressed in a concise professional outfit, his secretary gently reminded him, "President ng, today we need to attend a charity dinner."
ng Yan replied with a blank expression, "Arrange for a female companion for ."
"Okay," the secretary answered softly.
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