Chapter 1064: Not Time to Settle the Score Yet

“Sister Chu Yao, I…”

“I’m here to discuss the script.

We’ll talk about other issues later.

It’s not yet time for me to settle scores with you.

Let’s not mix things up.

You don’t have that rich tea aroma, so stop pretending to be Biluochun.”

Qi Huan wanted to say something, but was cut off by Chu Yao before finishing, who pushed past Qi Huan and walked in, so much so that the last two sentences floated over from the back of her head.

Qi Huan was so scared that she shuddered and didn’t dare to cry, swallowing back her words, sitting obediently back in her original seat.

Chu Yao sat directly at the head of the table, not to give an air, but because there were only a few seats, and it wouldn’t do to sit by the door.

Yet, as soon as she sat down, she exuded an aura of commanding presence.

The room was spacious, but at that moment seemed narrow, as no one spoke and the air felt awkward.

Director Chen sipped his tea to mask his emotions, turned his head, and discreetly gave Chu Yao a thumbs-up.

He had seen many female celebrities in the industry fight, but never one as fierce as Chu Yao, who not only demolished others’ platforms but did so with a brazen confidence, every strand of her hair bristling with defiance.

Yet, how could that bad temper of hers be so endearing?

The role of the second female lead was originally meant for someone Director Chen wanted to promote, but was forced in by the investors.

Although she had a fan base, her acting was as lousy as dirt, crying with nothing more than glaring those big Caslan eyes even when her own mother died.

For the sake of money, Director Chen put up with it, nurturing every shot until it was passable, but it took half the effort compared to other actors.

Today, Chu Yao happened to give him a way to vent his anger.

Yet Chu Yao didn’t even give him a second glance.

The assistant director, seeing no one making a move, had no choice but to stand up and pour tea.

“Thanks, Xiao Yao, for braving such a strong wind to come here yourself.”

He offered the tea with both hands to Chu Yao.

As he was about to place it down, Chu Yao raised her hand and supported the base of the cup.

She accepted the tea but didn’t accept the courtesy.

A forced smile: “No need for formalities.

This is business, and I naturally had to come.

Since the chief editor is here, it’s best to finalize the script so we don’t keep having loose changes floating around.

I’ve already been sidelined, and yet they think I’m oppressing others with my seniority.

I won’t wear the hat of workplace bullying.”

“…”

The way you speak so directly, do your ancestors know about this?

Who exactly are you hinting at?

Qi Huan, in any case, didn’t dare look at Chu Yao, curling up behind her manager, not daring to say the prepared words, knowing well she was in the wrong.

With things said to this extent, Yi Qinghuan timely chimed in: “It’s my fault for not handling it well.

I brought the rest of the script.

Since everyone is here, let’s go through it.”

As she spoke, her assistant distributed the scripts to everyone.

Director Chen weighed it in his hand; it had some heft.

“If I remember correctly, shouldn’t there be less plot after this?”

Yi Qinghuan sipped her tea, “I laid some groundwork earlier, with flashback scenes to explain, in case the audience doesn’t understand.”

“Is that so.” Director Chen didn’t fully believe her.

He had also brought a few writers along.

They were all just sitting back, enjoying the drama.

Director Chen tapped a finger on one of their heads, scolding, “Stop being idiots and read through the script, go through it, tell me what’s written.”

The junior writers quickly reacted: “We’ll read, we’ll read…”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, glanced at Director Chen.

Just when she thought Director Chen was shirking his duties, having no concern for the script, Director Chen had already started reading earnestly.

He wasn’t negligent; he just read slowly, not as quickly as those writers who constantly immerse themselves in scripts.