My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 775 - 693: When the Fake Becomes Real, the Real Also Becomes Fake

"OK, this shot is good to go. The next one features Hua Tiantian."

Huang Shan glanced at Hua Tiantian, who was coming up, then hesitated before dialing the man’s number. Worried about being overheard, she found a spot some distance away from the film set.

The call connected.

"It’s me. Have you seen my news?"

Already agitated, Huang Shan didn’t really want to call her ex-boyfriend. But for certain reasons, she had no choice. Unexpectedly, before she could finish, he flew into a rage.

"You’re famous now. Why are you calling me? Don’t ask me anything — I don’t know!"

With that, he hung up, leaving Huang Shan staring at her phone in bewilderment.

"What does ’don’t ask me, I don’t know’ even mean?"

There was something strange in his words, and it felt like they carried some hidden implications. She pondered carefully, sensing there was something unusual.

"Could it be that he knows something?"

Uneasy, Huang Shan hurried through the reshoot and immediately took a taxi to the neighborhood where her ex-boyfriend lived. Though they hadn’t been in touch for a long time, she still clearly remembered where he lived. He might not have much money, but at least he owned the place. As she stepped out of the taxi, she hesitated multiple times before deciding not to go in.

"I can’t just rush over like that. I should at least call to check if he’s home."

Huang Shan dialed his number. Hearing his voice, she said, "Shouldn’t you just stick to your old job... I’m calling to warn you not to say anything reckless to reporters during an interview... I’m a public figure now. If you make my life difficult, I won’t make yours easy either... Are you in the restroom right now?"

Once she confirmed he was home, Huang Shan listened carefully while drawing out the conversation. She heard doors opening and closing and couldn’t resist asking, "What was that sound just now...? Are you planning to leave?"

Realizing he was about to head out, she decisively hung up and cautiously found a spot nearby to observe. Sure enough, about five or six minutes later, he appeared. Huang Shan pulled her hat down low and discreetly followed him. She saw him get into a taxi, and she quickly flagged down another one as well.

"Driver, could you follow the taxi in front of us, please."

Huang Shan felt uncomfortable. She hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days, constantly troubled by worry. Even after putting effort into investigating, she’d found no leads. Fixing her gaze on the taxi ahead, she was determined to uncover his destination.

"I’m almost there. Please wait for me ten more minutes."

He hung up hastily and got out of the car, heading straight for a fast-food restaurant across the street.

Huang Shan got out and carefully followed him into the restaurant.

"Why didn’t Miss Mo come?" the man asked.

"Our Mr. Mo is very busy and has already assigned me to handle this. Whatever you want to say, just say it to me directly."

The man hesitated before saying, "Last time, Miss Mo mentioned that gossip with real value and a good hook would be generously rewarded. How much can you offer?"

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, another man glared at him disdainfully. After surveying his surroundings, he lowered his voice and said, "That depends on the value of what you’ve got. Our company absolutely avoids fake stuff — if we wanted fake, we could fabricate it ourselves."

Seated nearby, Huang Shan barely managed to hear their conversation. Though they were back-to-back, the surrounding noise made it quite difficult to catch every word.

"What I have is absolutely valuable. Plus, last time, I gave Miss Mo plenty of photos."

"Alright, go ahead. Tell me — what else do you have?"

Huang Shan’s heart tightened when she heard the word ’scoop.’