*

As she spoke, Jiayi looked around the lounge.

It was a private room with no partitions.

However, Huo Zhenyang showed no intention of leaving at that moment.

"Could Mr. Huo please step out for a moment?"

She was going to take Coco’s measurements, and Coco would certainly need to undress.

As a man, his presence would be quite inconvenient.

"You’re asking me to leave?" Huo Zhenyang placed the wine glass aside, his long legs unfolding from his knee, the crocodile leather shoes hitting the floor with a crisp sound, exuding a cold tone.

"Yes, I need to work."

Huo Zhenyang slightly curled his lip: "You do your work, pretend I’m not here."

Jiayi knit her brows.

"What, are you bothered by me seeing another woman’s body?" he teased with narrowed eyes.

She found his narcissism amusing and couldn’t be bothered to respond to such a boring question.

A layer of coldness surfaced in his eyes as he gestured Coco over with a hook of his finger.

Coco, eager to please the young master Huo, didn’t dare to defy him and hurried over to the sofa.

With a lift of his hand, he tore it without hesitation—"Rip!"

She stared in disbelief, only to see Coco’s thin shawl being torn off in the air-conditioned room, shredded into strips, leaving her in a camisole that barely concealed her mature and enchanting body!

"Oh my..." Coco was also startled, "Mr. Huo, you’re... so naughty."

Yet the tone between the lines clearly showed not the slightest rejection, but rather, a pleasant surprise.

Huo Zhenyang ignored Coco’s coy complaints and turned to look at Jiayi:

"Weren’t you going to measure Coco’s figure? I don’t mind helping you."

She bit her lip, her face growing progressively red.

He wanted to see her jealous, upset, even to the extent of slapping Coco and telling her to get lost—

But the young woman, though somewhat humiliated, had eyes that remained indifferent, showing no concern for him undressing another woman.

His face grew colder and with a flick of his finger—a tearing sound!

Coco’s camisole was pulled down as well, leaving only a bikini-style bra.

Jiayi’s face turned even redder, and her palms sweated.

"Go on, take the measurements. Shall I continue to assist you? The last piece, do you want me to take it off her?" he challenged, looking at her.

Unable to withstand such a provocative scene any longer, she stumbled a few steps towards the sofa: "Enough, no need!"

A smirk appeared on his lips, and suddenly, he pushed Coco aside, grabbed Jiayi’s slender arm, pulling her face close so that his high nose almost brushed against her delicate features, his voice low and husky: "Can’t stand me undressing another woman?"

If her answer were "yes," he could let go of all past grievances, no longer angry about her previous coldness towards him, as well as her closeness with Nie Yixiao.

She withdrew her hand, steadied her emotions, and stepped back, laughing with no apparent reason: "I just think that what you’re doing is highly disrespectful to women!"

His smiling expression froze, and the cold look returned to his handsome face. He pulled Coco onto his lap, fitting her close against him: "Disrespectful to women? Like this? Does one need to be so ’respectful’ to their own woman?"

Jiayi’s eyes dimmed slightly, his woman?

Indeed, he was a major movie investor. With a beckon of his finger, which actress wouldn’t rush to his bed?

Upon hearing these words, Coco’s brows revealed an uncontrollable surprise.

Mr. Huo actually called her his woman.

Just minutes ago, she thought that Mr. Huo had some lingering feelings for his ex-wife.

Otherwise, why would he deliberately hand over the movie’s costume supply to F. WANG?

But now it seems... the relationship between the two isn’t as good as she thought, there’s even some tension!

Huo Zhenyang handed over the movie costumes to his ex-wife, surely just to humiliate her, right?

You have to understand, rich people have many quirks, and countless ways to torment others—this is really nothing!

With this in mind, Coco looked at Jiayi, who initially had a somewhat polite and evasive gaze, and became much more assertive, unabashedly hooking her arm through the man’s: "Huo Zhenyang, don’t be angry, she just doesn’t understand our relationship."

Huo Zhenyang pushed Coco off his lap, frowning: "Isn’t it almost time to start filming?"

Following his mood, Coco picked up the costume, handed it to Jiayi, and this time, her tone was tinged with contempt and disdain: "Hurry up."

Since Coco is his woman, she needn’t worry about the dignity of a female actress.

Her expression unwavering, she took out the measuring tape and began measuring Coco.

He crossed his long legs, his thick lashes lowered, sipping the alcohol, watching her every move as she worked with her back to him.

Compared to the nearly half-naked actress behind her, his gaze seemed to be nailed onto the petite woman in front of the actress.

As if he couldn’t see Coco at all.

She knelt on the ground earnestly, meticulously measuring Coco’s measurements, occasionally lifting her slim arm to wipe away sweat, and jotting down notes beside her.

The longer he stared at her, the darker his expression became.

She wondered if this was even happier than going back to his side.

After taking the measurements, Jiayi recorded them and took the costume to the dressing room for alterations.

As she was leaving, she heard Coco’s impatient, coquettish voice floating over: "Huo Zhenyang, was what you just said true...?"

"Which sentence?" came the man’s languid voice.

"Oh, stop it... You just said I’m your woman, does that still count?"

"When have I ever lied?" His excessively wicked voice lingered in the air.

Her step faltered slightly, and she couldn’t help but find it amusing—his flirting with the actress had nothing to do with her.

Eventually, she opened the door and left.

Rushing to finish before the afternoon shoot, Jiayi altered the costume’s waist, looked at the time, and it was almost time to start. She stood up holding the costume.

The moment she stood up, her vision darkened, and she nearly fell.

Luckily, a crew member beside her caught her: "Miss Chu, are you alright?"

Jiayi touched her stomach that was growling heartily and murmured: "I’m fine, I haven’t eaten today, my blood sugar is probably a bit low causing the dizziness."

The crew member kindly said: "It’s so late and you haven’t eaten yet, after hurrying for half a day’s work, no wonder you’re dizzy. There’s a box lunch in the crew, would you like me to get one for you?"

"Thank you, I need to deliver the clothes to Coco first, the afternoon shoot is about to begin."

"Okay, I’ll leave a lunch box for you in the makeup room, eat it before you go, or it’d be terrible if you get dizzy while driving."

Jiayi thanked her and left with the costume.

Before the shoot, Coco was in her private dressing room.

A makeup artist from the crew was doing her makeup.

Jiayi went in and handed over the costume to her.

After trying on the altered costume, Coco came out of the changing room.

"How does it feel Miss Coco? Is it still tight?" Jiayi waited for her response to see if further alterations were needed.

Coco’s beautiful eyes slightly lifted, locking onto her: "It’s alright, I guess."

Jiayi nodded: "If there’s no issue, then I’ll be leaving."

"Wait a second." Coco called out to her.