My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 716 - 634: Just Here to Make Up the Numbers
"Are you complaining to me?" Meng Yan asked back, walking straight up to Hua Tiantian.
"No, no, that’s not what I meant."
Just as Hua Tiantian finished speaking, Meng 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 met, sparking an ambiguous tension.
"You, you, you..."
"What about me? Could it be that you’ve fallen for me too?"
Meng 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! Meng Yan, stop being narcissistic."
Hua Tiantian felt her cheeks heat up, her heart racing, as if the air around them had thinned.
Meng Yan’s gaze shifted back to her swollen cheek. His handsome 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?" Meng Yan’s tone softened unexpectedly, even he didn’t notice.
Hua Tiantian sulkily nodded, then shook her head.
Meng 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, Meng Yan grew impatient. At this moment, the secretary returned, accompanied by the director, vice director, and screenwriter.
Hua Tiantian was shocked to see them, staring blankly at Meng Yan’s darkened expression. Feeling the pressure, she nervously swallowed hard and thought, "What is Meng Yan planning to do?"
"Everyone, our President Meng wants to discuss the matter of funding the production with the team individually. President Meng, this is the director, vice director, and the screenwriter." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"Hello," Meng Yan greeted indifferently with a sweeping glance.
Hua Tiantian looked at Meng Yan, feeling an ominous premonition. She pointed at the door and said, "Take your time talking; I’ll step out for a moment."
"Hua Tiantian, where are you going?"
"I—I just wanted to take a walk."
Hua Tiantian had no idea what Meng 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 something to say, making her afraid of being misunderstood.
"You stay. There’s something I need to ask the director."
The director, knowing Meng Yan’s reputation, immediately perked up after hearing the secretary mention investment. Donning a flattering smile, he said, "President Meng, what can I do for you?"
"I just heard someone 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 Meng Yan’s words, her eyes widening as if she wanted to defend herself.
Meng Yan shot her a glare and continued, "Did my secretary make things clear earlier? What’s your decision?"
"President Meng, to have your fifty-million investment at this critical moment 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."
Meng Yan spoke while deliberately shifting his gaze toward the screenwriter.
The screenwriter exchanged glances with the director and vice director, then offered Meng 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."
