Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Although she didn't understand why her boss would suddenly appear here, Zhao Shuang dared not be negligent in the face of his questioning.

She quickly stepped forward and explained, "Reporting to President Yan, a proxy bidder just managed to sneak in, but... we've already found out. Fortunately, it didn't cause any real negative impact. We will strengthen our controls to prevent this from happening again."

"Proxy bidding?"

Yan Heng frowned slightly. He turned back to look at Xu An'an carefully, making sure she was safe and sound, before turning his gaze back to Zhao Shuang and speaking expressionlessly:

"Is this how you manage your film crew?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly froze the atmosphere in the room.

Many people subconsciously hold their breath.

"Today it's a proxy photographer, who will it be tomorrow?"

Yan Heng's voice carried a heavy, authoritative tone, "If you can't even guarantee safety on set, how can you film?"

Zhao Shuang lowered her head, her face slightly damp with cold sweat, and dared not offer any explanation.

Xu An'an, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore. She was about to speak when a new intern spoke up first:

"President Yan, this has nothing to do with Sister Zhao! That proxy photographer just confessed, saying... he was brought in on purpose!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"

Zhao Shuang sighed inwardly, knowing that there was no way to hide it, so he reported everything that had just happened to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng's face grew darker and darker as he listened.

He lifted his eyelids, glanced at the trembling girl taking photos for hire, walked up to her, and stretched out his hand:

"cell phone."

The girl was startled by those two short words.

Looking at the tall, handsome, and imposing man in front of her, the young girl's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

She had absolutely no courage to refuse, and tremblingly unlocked her phone from her pocket and placed it in Yan Heng's palm.

Yan Heng took the phone, first deleting all the photos she had taken, and then opened the text message interface.

—The first one is:

"[Binfa Bank] RMB 150,000 has been transferred to your account 6332 from Ye*yan..."

Yan Heng's gaze turned cold instantly.

He glanced at the deathly pale Ye Ruyan beside him, tossed his phone aside, and said coldly, "You did this?"

"No...no."

Ye Ruyan's lips trembled as she racked her brains for any possible excuse: "I just..."

"Ye Ruyan,"

Before Ye Ruyan could utter a complete sentence, Yan Heng impatiently interrupted her in a deep voice:

"I told you yesterday that I didn't want to see you on set again. Have you forgotten?"

Seeing the man's cold, disgusted gaze, Ye Ruyan shrank back, her eyes suddenly reddening.

She had liked Yan Heng since she was a child, but over the years, no matter how she tried to get closer to him using the Ye family's name, Yan Heng would always find various reasons to distance himself.

Ever since she learned that Yan Heng had been preparing to film "Breaking the Cocoon", she knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She racked her brains to win the role, but just when she was about to succeed, Xu An'an snatched it away.

What exactly does that old woman Xu An'an have that's better than her?

Xu An'an, who was standing to the side, was also stunned when she heard Yan Heng's words.

What does that mean?

Should Ye Ruyan be removed from the production team?

When did this happen?

She suddenly remembered the ambiguous marks on Yan Heng's collarbone... Could it be that they were with Ye Ruyan...?

Or is it that... Yan Heng has another lover on this set?

Xu An'an felt her mind was a bit foggy, and the heat that had just subsided seemed to be making a comeback.

She shook her groggy head. Forget it, why think about these things?

What business is it of hers who Yan Heng, this playboy, sleeps with today and messes around with tomorrow?

Let's get the work done first, so we don't suffer when it catches fire later.

"President Yan," Xu An'an suddenly spoke, but her voice carried a hint of awkwardness that she herself was unaware of.

"Since this matter has nothing to do with us, could you please go somewhere else to resolve it? We still have work to do."

Yan Heng turned around, his deep gaze lingering on Xu An'an for two seconds, seemingly puzzled as to why she had suddenly become angry.

Xu An'an didn't look at him again, and turned around and sat back down in front of the mirror.

Yan Heng frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, nodded slightly to Teacher Jin: "Please continue."

He then turned around and led the group out of the dressing room.

As Ye Ruyan left, she glared fiercely at Xu An'an. This glare went unseen by the person in question, but it made Jin Cheng frown.

Perhaps the farce just now was so absurd that it used up all the bad luck for the day. The makeup process went extremely smoothly from there.

Jin Cheng designed several successful looks for Xu An'an.

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind Xu An'an's ear, then turned to the makeup and styling team members with satisfaction and gave them instructions.

"Ms. Xu has beautiful skin. When shooting close-up shots, you can discuss with the director whether she can appear on camera without makeup. The effect might be even better."

The staff repeatedly said that they were taking photos of several sets of makeup and styling from every angle to record and document them.

With the work successfully completed, Xu An'an saw Jin Cheng out of the dressing room and waited for the driver to pick up the car in the hotel lobby.

"Teacher Jin, thank you for your hard work today." Xu An'an smiled at Jin Cheng, her bright eyes full of sincerity.

She was very satisfied with her makeup and styling today. Looking in the mirror, it seemed as if she was no longer Xu An'an, but Chen Nian herself.

Jin Cheng's professional skills are truly remarkable; he can change his temperament with very little embellishment and make it so natural and fitting for the role.

Jin Cheng gave a faint "hmm".

Leaving the dressing room, she seemed to revert to being the taciturn and reserved Teacher Jin.

Xu An'an didn't pay any attention. She raised her hand to rub her slightly sore temples, planning to go back to the hotel and sleep soundly after seeing Teacher Jin off.

"very tired?"

Unexpectedly, Jin Cheng suddenly spoke up, and Xu An'an forcefully suppressed a yawn. "Oh, no, no, you're the one who's working hard. What do I have to be tired about..."

"The rescheduling today was my fault," Jin Cheng said bluntly, not wanting to hear any pleasantries. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience it has caused you."

Although Jin Cheng disdained business acumen, she had been in the entertainment industry for so long that she knew exactly what Ye Ruyan was up to, based on everything that had just happened, Ye Ruyan's sudden request for "help" last night, and the venomous look in her eyes when she left.

Such things are not uncommon in the entertainment industry in various countries, but Xu An'an's way of dealing with it caught her eye.

Instead of rushing to prove himself when framed, he quickly figured out the key points and calmly guided the other party into his trap step by step.

She likes women with brains.

Jin Cheng smiled almost imperceptibly. "Ms. Xu, do you have any free time in early October?"

"Early October?"

"Yes," Jin Cheng looked directly into Xu An'an's eyes, "Catherine and I will be holding a big show in Milan. After today's meeting, I found that one of the collections is a perfect match for you. So, if you have time, I sincerely invite you to come to the runway and help interpret our designs."

As Xu An'an listened to Jin Cheng's words, her eyes widened even more.

runway?

A fashion show?

she?

Xu An'an couldn't believe her ears. She was a pure actress who had never been on a variety show in all those years, let alone walk the runway, something she knew absolutely nothing about.

And what about Catherine that Teacher Jin just mentioned? Is she the Chinese-American designer Catherine Yang, who is hailed as a fashion sprite?

My groggy brain seems unable to process so much information all at once.

Xu An'an opened her mouth, but just as she was wondering what to say, a deep, mellow voice behind her answered first—

"She can."