Jiayi placed the script that she had been clutching in her palm on the table and looked in the direction of the voice.

She saw several assistant directors clustering around Huo Zhenyang as they walked toward the set.

The man’s commanding presence as he made his way was like a halo attracting the attention of everyone on set, prompting them to turn around and salute.

Ever since that push-and-pull encounter in the car, the two had parted on bad terms.

After returning to Huo Garden, Jiayi hadn’t seen him for several days.

He didn’t come back to Huo Garden every day; sometimes, due to his busy work schedule, he would rest in an outside villa or apartment.

Later, after "Demon Slayer Chronicles" started filming, she wasn’t in Huo Garden during the day either, so their chances of meeting became even scarcer.

Today’s Zhenyang wore a white shirt that hugged his figure, with the collar slightly open exposing the strong and smooth lines of his neck, giving off a sexy aura unique to men, his eyebrows and eyes revealing a carefree disdain, hands casually stuffed in the pockets of his crisply ironed trousers.

As the big financier behind the film had arrived, of course, he was surrounded by people, as if they were receiving an emperor.

And of course, the leading lady couldn’t be absent.

Upon hearing that Huo Zhenyang was visiting the set, Jian Meiyi hadn’t even finished applying her makeup before she hurried out to greet her influential investor.

At the moment, she clung tightly to Zhenyang’s arm like a soft vine, not letting go.

Zhenyang seemed unperturbed by Meiyi’s clinginess, allowing her to hang on him like a gourd, his gaze relaxed and content.

Numerous actresses waiting for their scenes looked on at this spectacle and started whispering among themselves.

Their tones were filled with jealousy and envy.

"Look at our lead actress Jian Meiyi getting all cocky again."

"Of course, I would be too if my big-time investor personally came to visit."

"Zhenyang has been paying a lot of attention to Meiyi lately; he came to support her at the auditions and now visiting the set."

"Men are all the same; one thing at home, another outside. Just look, even though he stood up for his fiancée that day at the department store, now he’s still pampering his mistress."

...

The group continued to talk, their voices growing fainter, and then they stopped speaking altogether because Zhenyang and his entourage were approaching.

Zhenyang scanned the group of actresses with a calm gaze.

An assistant director quickly said with a smile, "Zhenyang, these are the actors from the ’Demon Slayer Chronicles’ crew. Don’t you all want to greet Zhenyang?"

Several flamboyant actresses stood up.

Although they had been badmouthing Meiyi just moments ago, now they were even more enthusiastic than she was.

"Hello, Zhenyang—"

"Hello, Zhenyang—"

"Welcome to the crew, Zhenyang."

The assistant director looked pleased, but as his gaze shifted, his brows furrowed: "What’s the matter with you?"

He was speaking to Jiayi.

Among the actresses, Jiayi was the only one who hadn’t said anything. She thought with so many people greeting him, her absence wouldn’t matter, but she still ended up being singled out.

Now, called out by the assistant director, she came to her senses and looked towards the man in the center, who was like an emperor, and said blandly, "Hello, Zhenyang."

Zhenyang’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, his thin lips curving slightly: "This must be the Taoist Nun who got scolded during the audition that day. I remember her."

The assistant director hadn’t expected Zhenyang to remember her and quickly said, "Yes, that’s right!"

All the actresses cast envious glances at Jiayi.

As soon as Zhenyang arrived, he didn’t initiate conversation with anyone else, but he spoke to this supporting actress who had one of the smallest roles in the show.

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze was still locked on the little Taoist nun in front of him, seemingly dissatisfied with the assistant director’s answer on her behalf.

He was asking her, not the assistant director.

The assistant director also realized Huo Zhenyang’s displeasure and desperately signaled Jiayi with his eyes.

Is playing pretend not to know each other fun? Jiayi, seeing that the assistant director’s eyeballs were about to fall out, could only say, "Yes, I was the little Taoist nun that day."

The assistant director was very perceptive and, noticing that Huo Zhenyang seemed to have some interest in this little Taoist nun, signaled Jiayi with his eyes, "Huo Zhenyang rarely visits the set, he must have many places he wants to see, why don’t you accompany him around."

Jiayi said, "Assistant director, my scene is up next and it’s about to start."

Seeing her refusal to take the hint, the assistant director’s face changed.

Huo Zhenyang glanced coldly at Little Kitten, a hint of frost around his lips, wrapped his arm around Jian Meiyi’s slender waist, his deep eyes flickered, and he lazily said, "If she’s busy, there’s no need to insist. It’s fine if Meiyi accompanies me."

Jian Meiyi was overjoyed and said sweetly, "Huo Zhenyang, my room is just next door. If you’re tired, why not go sit there first?"

When main actors have major scenes, they usually stay on set.

Someone like Jian Meiyi, a top star and the female lead, was of course given the best accommodation by the crew.

Bedroom plus living room and kitchen, all in European style, for her convenience.

Huo Zhenyang readily agreed, "Good."

Jian Meiyi clung to the man’s well-formed arm and coquettishly left with him.

The female actors looked at Jiayi with sympathy, shaking their heads secretly.

This newcomer really didn’t know what’s good for her, missing out on such an opportunity.

If only she could hook Huo Zhenyang, why continue acting?

Watching the man and woman leave together, the assistant director lowered his voice and instructed, "Keep quiet about Huo Zhenyang entering Meiyi’s on-site room, do you hear me? If the entertainment reporters get wind of it, they will write all sorts of news, which wouldn’t be good for our new film!"

An investor visiting the female lead’s on-set boudoir...

If the media got ahold of this, it’s anyone’s guess how they would sensationalize it.

Several female actors were veterans; this wasn’t the first time they’d seen such scenes on the set.

Sometimes big investors or producers would come to the set and take a liking to a particular female actor, then directly ask to be brought to her room.

Most female actors wouldn’t dare to offend an investor and would agree. Even if they didn’t, the director would persuade them to do so.

Such things were all too common in the entertainment industry.

Moreover, this investor was not just anyone, but the male god in the hearts of all the female actors!

Even if it meant offering themselves, they would be more than willing!

They all nodded, "We understand, assistant director," and at the same time, they looked enviously and jealously at Jian Meiyi’s on-set room.

At that moment, who knows how many female actors wished they could be in Jian Meiyi’s place!

The assistant director was about to leave when he remembered that they hadn’t served tea to Huo Zhenyang yet, so he turned to Jiayi, "Go bring some tea to Huo Zhenyang and Meiyi."

Since Huo Zhenyang was most satisfied with the little Taoist nun among the female supporting roles, she might as well go serve him.

Jiayi was speechless – she was there to act, not to serve tea.

But facing the assistant director’s fierce gaze, she had no choice but to comply.

——*——

Meanwhile.

Inside the set’s room, as soon as Jian Meiyi entered, she invited Huo Zhenyang into the innermost bedroom.

After a short moment, she mustered the courage and flashed a seductive smile, stepping forward with her hand outstretched, "Huo Zhenyang, are you hot? The air conditioning in the room isn’t very strong. If you’re feeling hot, let me..."