Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 778: Proof

Nan Kelin narrowed his eyes at Mo Jiang. His usual calm expression twisted into one of open annoyance.

"Someone’s getting a bit cocky after becoming an A-lister," he said coldly, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Just because your name is trending doesn’t mean you get to boss others around."

Mo Jiang smiled sweetly, but there was a sharpness in her gaze.

"And someone’s getting too used to being worshipped. Not everyone wants to join your fan club, Kelin."

Yu Holea blinked. Were they seriously about to argue over who got to drive her home?

Nan Kelin stepped forward slightly, his voice still low but tight with irritation.

"I’m just being polite. You don’t have to throw a tantrum every time you don’t get your way."

"Oh, please," Mo Jiang scoffed.

"You’re not being polite—you’re trying to act like a gentleman because Holea’s here. But we all know how cold you usually are. You’ve turned down every rookie actor who tried to talk to you."

Nan Kelin raised an eyebrow.

"Isn’t that better than pretending to be nice for the cameras? At least I’m honest about who I like."

Mo Jiang’s smile faded. "Right, because being cold and rude is so charming."

Their voices were getting sharper, louder. Crew members still lingering nearby had gone quiet, watching like they were expecting something dramatic.

Yu Holea’s eyes darted between them.

She was starting to feel awkward.

Nan Kelin and Mo Jiang—two of the industry’s brightest stars—were now standing nose-to-nose, glaring at each other like two kids fighting over the last piece of candy.

"Do you even know how to drive properly?" Nan Kelin asked smugly.

Mo Jiang crossed her arms. "I have two cars and three parking permits. I probably drive better than you."

Nan Kelin scoffed. "You probably use a GPS to find your own bathroom."

"That’s rich, coming from someone who once got lost in his own film set!"

Yu Holea stepped back in alarm. Their faces were now inches apart. For a terrifying second, she actually thought they might start physically fighting.

"Okay, okay!" she said, raising her hands quickly. "Stop!"

Both of them froze and turned to look at her.

Yu Holea gave a tight, awkward smile and cleared her throat. "I appreciate the... enthusiasm. But actually, you don’t need to drop me off."

Mo Jiang tilted her head. "Huh?"

Nan Kelin frowned. "Why not?"

"My fiancé is coming to pick me up," she said calmly, even though she totally made that up on the spot.

There was silence. For one long, heavy moment, neither Nan Kelin nor Mo Jiang moved.

Then—

"... fiancé?" Nan Kelin repeated slowly, as if he didn’t quite hear her right.

Mo Jiang blinked a few times. "Wait. Since when do you have a fiancé?"

Yu Holea nodded, doing her best to look completely serious. "It’s new. Kind of. We’ve been keeping it low-key."

"Low-key? How low-key are we talking?" Mo Jiang’s voice was quiet, but her eyes were slightly wide.

Yu Holea gave a little shrug. "Very low-key."

Nan Kelin pressed his lips together, then looked away with an odd expression. "I see."

Mo Jiang took a deep breath and stepped back. "Well then. I guess there’s nothing more to say."

"Yeah," Nan Kelin muttered. "Lucky guy."

For a few seconds, the air was filled with quiet disappointment. The argument was over, but now both of them looked like they had lost a bet they didn’t even know they were part of.

"Well... have a safe trip," Mo Jiang said, forcing a smile.

"You too," Yu Holea replied politely.

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Yu Shuchang and Sheng Yin had completed one-third of their shooting, and yet they hardly talked with each other.

To be precise, it was Sheng Yin who avoided Yu Sicong and hardly talked with him. She selectively ignored them.

The tension between them was so prominent that even the crew started to notice it.

"Do you think Yu Shuchang has offended Sheng Yin? They look so distant nowadays."

"Exactly. I am starting to wonder if maybe he....you know..."

"Huh! Not possible! Yu Shuchang is not that type of person."

"Who knows...I mean, Sheng Yin is very beautiful, it won’t be a surprise if he..."

"What are you all talking about?" A cold female voice interrupted them.

When the crew members turned around, they saw Sheng Yin, who had a cold expression, and their faces turned pale.

"Nothing!" They denied instantly.

Sheng Yin’s gaze locked with them for a few seconds before saying,

"I didn’t talk with him because I had a fight. Don’t start baseless and vicious rumors like that."

The crew members nodded quickly, their faces pale. One of them laughed nervously and said,

"Our minds are just dirty, Ms. Sheng. We—we were just joking around."

"Yeah, we won’t gossip again. Promise!" another added, trying not to shake under Sheng Yin’s sharp gaze.

Sheng Yin gave them a sweet smile that somehow made the atmosphere even colder.

"I’m glad you understand," she said calmly.

"Because if this kind of baseless rumor ever reaches the media, I’ll make sure all three of you get sued for defamation. And yes, jail time is very much on the table."

The smile didn’t leave her lips, but her eyes were like ice. The crew members almost bowed in apology as they scrambled away, leaving the hallway silent once more.

Sheng Yin let out a breath, adjusting the sleeve of her jacket.

She had no time or patience for people who used gossip as entertainment. But just as she turned around, she froze.

Standing behind her was Yu Shuchang.

He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smile on his lips. His gaze was calm, but there was something unreadable in his expression.

"You heard all that?" Sheng Yin asked, her voice a little shaky.

Yu Shuchang didn’t answer. He just smiled. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Sheng Yin’s heart gave a strange thump, and she quickly turned around, walking briskly toward her dressing room.

Her steps were hurried, and she could feel her ears turning red.

She knew Yu Shuchang had been trying to talk to her these past few days, quietly, without pushing her, but she had kept her distance.

She wasn’t ready... or so she thought.

She reached her room and opened the door quickly, slipping inside. But before she could shut it fully, a hand caught the door.

Yu Shuchang stepped in without a word, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He turned the lock.

Sheng Yin’s eyes widened. She took a step back, her voice unsteady. "W-what are you doing?"

Yu Shuchang didn’t reply. He walked slowly toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sheng Yin’s heart pounded. What is he doing? Why is he suddenly like this?

Just days ago, he kept his distance, watching her with careful eyes, respecting her silence. But now—

Before she could ask again, Yu Shuchang reached her. Without hesitation, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her.

The kiss was fierce. There was no hesitation, no polite pretense. It was hungry, desperate, like he had been waiting far too long to do this.

Sheng Yin’s eyes widened, her hands pressing against his chest, but not to push him away—just to steady herself.

Her breath hitched. Her mind told her to resist, but her heart—her heart melted.

Her fingers curled slightly into his shirt, and she kissed him back.

She didn’t know how long the kiss lasted. Seconds? Minutes? Time seemed to blur around the fire he sparked in her. Her walls broke, her guard forgotten.

But then—

Click.

A soft, unmistakable sound.

Her eyes flew open.

Yu Shuchang had one hand around her waist, and in the other... a phone.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the screen. The camera was open. He had taken a photo of them kissing.

She instantly pushed him back, stumbling away. Her face was flushed with a mix of anger, confusion, and shame.

"What are you doing?!" she shouted, voice trembling.

Yu Shuchang let out a soft laugh, lowering the phone slowly. His eyes met hers—calm, mocking, dangerous.

"Interesting," he said, walking toward her again, though he kept a few steps of space. "You acted like I didn’t exist these past few days, like I was some stranger you could ignore."

Sheng Yin’s hands trembled at her sides. "Delete that photo."

Yu Shuchang tilted his head slightly. "Why? Scared someone might find out what you really feel?"

"Yu Shuchang, don’t play games with me," she warned.

He laughed again, but there was no joy in it—only bitterness. "Oh, please. Don’t act like you’re innocent."

His eyes narrowed.

"You know, your behavior is just like a scumbag," he said, voice dropping to a low, taunting tone.

"The kind who sneaks around with their mistress in private—kisses her, holds her like she means something—and the moment things get real, they put on their pants, pat their butt, and run."

Sheng Yin froze.

Yu Shuchang took a slow breath, then held up the phone again. "This?" He shook it lightly. "This is just proof."

"You think I want proof?" she snapped. "For what?"

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