Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 668 - 648: Slap Xiaolei

Jiayi’s eyes narrowed.

Xiaolei immediately laughed, "Oh, I’m just joking, sister-in-law, you’re not taking it seriously, are you? I’ve always spoken to my cousin like this since I was a kid, it’s a habit."

She didn’t know Xiaolei well enough to joke around with her.

However, she was feeling so feverish and light-headed at the moment that she didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Putting Xiaolei’s provocation aside, her tone was cool but polite, "Shall we continue trying on dresses?"

The smile on Xiaolei’s face faded, and without saying another word, she took the cheongsam and entered the fitting room.

After a while, Xiaolei came out.

Western girls have natural advantages when it comes to figure, filling out the cheongsam beautifully.

Jiayi appraised her from head to toe, checking the details everywhere, and there seemed to be no significant issues.

But Xiaolei obviously didn’t think so. She pouted, tugging here and there, mumbling to herself, "Your Eastern aesthetic is really strange, what’s with this cheongsam... it clings to the body like hemp rope, I can hardly breathe. No, no, the collar here and the hips there are too tight, it will definitely affect my performance when I act. Even the cuffs, I feel like the cut isn’t right..."

Jiayi thought the fit was just right and didn’t see anything inappropriate, but as Xiaolei said, she was indeed at her service today. Whatever flaws Xiaolei pointed out, Jiayi could only take note. She grabbed a tape measure, examined the areas Xiaolei had mentioned, measured them, and then recorded the details in her notebook.

After several trips, bending over and squatting, Jiayi felt a cold sweat soak through her clothes on her back. As she suddenly stood up from the ground, the room spun and she staggered a bit, luckily stabilizing herself in time.

Xiaolei was surprised, "You don’t feel well, do you?"

"It’s nothing." Jiayi raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, feeling her temperature higher than before.

"If it’s nothing, then let’s get back to work, shall we? There are a few more outfits, I’ll try on another one," Xiaolei said as she hugged another cheongsam and went back into the fitting room.

Outside, Xiaolei and Jiayi had been in the dressing room for too long, the crew members were eagerly waiting outside, and other actors auditioning could do nothing but wait.

If it were anyone else, the director would have been furious by now. But the person changing was the mayor’s cousin, who dared to say a word.

As everyone waited and waited, more actors arrived for auditions, and the crowd began to voice their discontent, especially a few who had other schedules, and whose day wasn’t dedicated solely to one audition. They started to hiss, prompting the director to finally send a staff member to check things out.

Shortly after, the staff member came running out. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Haven’t they finished trying on yet? Isn’t there a problem with the costume samples?" asked the director.

"Xiaolei’s costumes all don’t fit well and need a lot of alterations, so Miss Chu is still inside taking notes on what needs to be changed for Xiaolei," the staff member reported.

The director sighed and with a glance at the mayor, responded to the staff member with a tone seeking to please, "Oh, it’s because of the costumes, I see. Then that can’t be helped. No worries, let Xiaolei take her time, no rush."

Before the director could finish, he saw the man beside him darken his complexion, as if it were the transition from dusk to nightfall, collapsing in an instant, "Call her out."

Though it was only four words and not very loud, they were resonant and powerful, creating a sudden chill in the atmosphere.

This "her" was, of course, referring to Xiaolei.

In that moment, all voices in the room were extinguished.

It seemed the mayor was becoming unhappy?

Could it be because his cousin was dilly-dallying and irritated his impatience?

The staff member came to a realization and quickly turned to run towards the dressing room.

A few minutes later, two figures emerged from the dressing room, one after the other, appearing before everyone.

Xiaolei, having heard from the staff that Huo Zhenyang had asked her to come out, felt somewhat nervous. Upon stepping out, she took a deep breath and squeezed out a sweet smile, "Director, sorry, I’m a bit of a perfectionist, and when I saw some issues with the details of the costume, I asked Miss Chu to take an extra look for me."

"No worries, no worries, F.Wang is our costume supplier and it’s their duty to serve our cast and crew. It’s not just about making alterations—if we need to, we can even have them replace everything. If that doesn’t work, we’ll just find a new supplier," the director asserted confidently.

The crowd once again buzzed with whispers, thinking to themselves, Xiaolei truly has the treatment of a queen, her status as the mayor’s cousin is really something. It seems like from now on, Xiaolei will run the show here. Could those who don’t flatter her expect a good outcome?

In that moment, eyes filled with envy and jealousy focused on Xiaolei even more intensely.

Right then, Xiaolei didn’t have the luxury to enjoy the adoring gazes, as she locked eyes with her cousin’s stern eagle-like gaze. She wasn’t foolish enough to provoke Jiayi in front of her cousin. She quickly forced a smile and replied to the director, "There’s no need for a replacement."

The director then turned to Jiayi behind Xiaolei, "Did you take note of all the improvements Xiaolei just mentioned?"

Huo Zhenyang’s expression grew even darker, his gaze sliding from Xiaolei to the young woman behind her.

Her little face seemed even more shockingly red than before she entered the dressing room, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead had turned into large droplets. Perhaps having been busy for a good part of the day, her hair had become a bit disheveled, moistened into strands by the sweat.

"I took note, Director," Jiayi said, feeling a bit spaced out, her vision going dark in waves, yet she still managed to wriggle her chapped lips, burnt by fever—ah, it felt quite severe.

Auntie Li was right to worry; it seemed she did need to go back and get a good rest...

"Then go back and make the changes according to Xiaolei’s wishes—"

The director hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Jiayi sway on the spot, her frame sinking down.

Fortunately, the area was crowded, and a member of the crew, quick to react, supported Jiayi, "Oh dear, Miss Chu has fainted!"

The manager was startled and before he could run over, he saw a tall figure rise among the directors and, to everyone’s amazement, stride purposefully towards Jiayi.

Xiaolei was right beside Jiayi, and seeing her cousin’s cold, chiseled features seeming to signal an impending storm, she felt her heart pound vigorously.

This was bad, she didn’t mean to take things too far.

Who knew her little cousin-in-law would be so severely ill... Surely her cousin wouldn’t blame her, thinking she had exhausted his wife into fainting, right?

As she raised her head, her cousin was already close, the man’s hawk-like frigid gaze meeting hers. Her heart skipped a half-beat, and she squeezed out a dry smile, "Cousin—"

Before she could finish, Huo Zhenyang had raised his hand and landed a slap on Xiaolei’s tender cheek, "Get back!"

It was one thing for them to be in a cold war, but he couldn’t tolerate anyone mistreating her, not even a bit.

As the three words hit the ground, without a backward glance, he walked straight to the staff.

With a "smack," Xiaolei staggered, clutched the swiftly swelling delicate half of her face, came to her senses, tears filling her eyes, her complexion flushed crimson.

Amidst the surprised looks and hushed whispers of the onlookers, she whimpered quietly and cried as she left the set.