Chapter 1649: Debt Collector

“Get out of the car.”

Mo Tingshen’s tone didn’t carry a trace of anger.

Yet, it sent a shiver down Qiao Man’s spine, her limbs growing colder.

Her pride was severely wounded; saying anything more now would be in vain.

When her hand clasped the door handle, she still held a sliver of hope that he might call her back, even if it was just politely saying, “Rest early,” as usual.

But he did not.

Mo Tingshen didn’t rush her, nor did he say another word, not even giving her a proper glance.

Biting her lip, Qiao Man had no choice but to leave.

Afterward, she tried many ways but couldn’t meet Mo Tingshen again. Her emotional state collapsed into madness, her heart filled with a gnawing hatred. When he turned cold, he could swiftly draw a line between them.

She was only one step away from resorting to extreme measures.

But she didn’t dare; she feared that even if she tried to end it all, he would remain unmoved. Then, she would truly have no hope left.

Capital City.

When Chu Yao got off the plane, she called the Director. Knowing she was back, the Director suggested she take half a day off and resume shooting the next day. Chu Yao inquired about the scenes scheduled for today; her night scenes were lined up, and the Director mentioned they were on standby — if she hadn’t returned, they would alter the setting and shoot other actors’ scenes first.

Chu Yao decided to return and set the time, asking the crew to schedule the makeup artist accordingly.

She went to a Chinese restaurant, ordered a table full of dishes, took a few bites of each using serving chopsticks, moved her portion to the side, and stopped when she was seven or eight tenths full. Then, she asked the waiter to pack it up and send it to the film set for Sister Mi; her newly recruited assistants were a bunch of gluttons.

Calculating the time, Chu Yao returned to the set to start filming.

The two actors she was working with hit some issues during filming, and a long take just wouldn’t work out. It dragged on until eleven o’clock at night before they wrapped up.

“The Director felt sorry for you and moved your scenes tomorrow to the afternoon. I won’t wake you up in the morning so you can have a good sleep.”

Chu Yao stretched lazily, resting her hand on her waist, glancing at Sister Mi’s phone, “What are you up to? Is there a dog outside?”

Sister Mi rolled her eyes at her, “My daughter won’t allow it.”

“Stop pretending, I’m the least troublesome artist around. I haven’t bothered you with anything. During the years I was locked up, your little one enjoyed plenty of motherly love. Your ex-husband left before you and I teamed up, didn’t he? Weren’t you the one who said he wasn’t up to snuff?”

“Oh, your mouth!”

Sister Mi lunged to pinch her, but ended up getting covered in dust. Chu Yao had just rolled around in a haystack and was all dirty. She didn’t care and didn’t bother to wipe it off, smudging it all over Sister Mi’s hands.

“Everything that comes out of that mouth of yours is unbearable. The only reason you haven’t gotten a beatdown in your life is sheer luck!”

Chu Yao’s eyes flickered and she laughed playfully, “Isn’t that the truth? Live a day, annoy you a day. Are you ordering takeaway again?”

Sister Mi’s eyelid twitched, “I even put on anti-peeping film, and you still saw?”

“I’ve gotten too familiar with your takeaway ordering gestures. I just wanted to piss you off a bit first, so you won’t be able to eat later.”

Sister Mi rubbed her temples. This brat was a daily source of headaches!

She didn’t respond, “You take a rest yourself. I’ll coordinate with the Director. The driver went for a midnight snack; he’ll inform me when he’s back, so no one will see you sleeping nude.”

“Oh, really.”

In front of her, Chu Yao took off a piece of clothing, leaving only a white grandmother gown, her shoulders bare, and a strap slipping down.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

Sister Mi hurriedly draped the clothes over her, cursing under her breath, quickly pushing her into the RV.