Chapter 959: Driving Him Away

“Mo, Mo Tingshen?” The Director called out nervously.

Mo Tingshen glanced over coldly, his handsome face clouded with an air of hostility.

The Director was so scared he almost stood up on the spot, “Is there something you’re not satisfied with?

Or something was wrong with the way that last bit was shot, please guide us personally, we’ll make changes.”

Mo Tingshen sat with his legs crossed, taking a deep breath, then uncrossed his leg that was on top.

The Director pinched his leg hard, terrified that he might lose control and stand up to admit fault under the pressure of powerful capital.

Face, face is more important than life.

So many people are watching!

“Is today’s shooting finished?” Mo Tingshen asked.

The Director was stunned, his lips trembled twice before he managed to squeeze out a voice, “Uh, yes, finished, it’s finished.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Mo Tingshen stood up, taking off his suit jacket as he walked, Chu Yao headed toward him but without giving him the slightest regard.

He pretended not to see, draping the jacket over himself, “Go take off your makeup, I’ll wait for you.”

Sister Mi handed over a wet wipe, Chu Yao took it to wipe the fake blood on her hand, when the jacket fell on her shoulder, she brushed away the hair covering her eyes with her bloodied hand, looking at him displeased: “Been here for two days, why haven’t you left yet?”

Mo Tingshen took a step back, standing with both hands neatly tucked into his pants pockets.

“You’re driving me away?”

“What else?” Chu Yao blew her hair, “Hurry up and leave, didn’t you just invest a bit of money?

What’s the point of keeping tabs here?

It’s not like I’m going to ruin the shoot.

If you don’t leave soon, the whole crew will be spreading rumors that you’re the financier.”

Everyone: “…”

Sis, it’s not necessary to be so straightforward.

The voice was louder than thunder, worried that others might not hear.

By this point, someone had already uncovered Mo Tingshen’s identity.

He is the major investor of this show, having invested billions.

This is called just a little money?

Mo Tingshen’s eyes softened, his lips curved with a light smile, “Isn’t it?”

“What rubbish!

Financier gets their clothes off and sleeps with you.

Have I seen your little three-inch spot?

And yet you dare to mislead people into thinking you have rules for me?”

Chu Yao crumpled the wet wipe into a ball and threw it at his chest, then turned and walked away.

Her last two sentences would make even the quickest thinkers pause, eager to jump in and correct her—rules mean being slept with, not having the financier lie down for you.

Such a bold woman.

“By the way, where’s Jiaobaoer?

Haven’t seen her all night.”

Sister Mi replied with a straight face, “She went back to town after dinner.

She asked me to tell you not to disturb her sleep; there’s a knife hanging on the door.

If you insist on playing the fool, go ahead and try to push the door.”

“Tsk, tsk, danger lurks above temptation.”

Sister Mi’s eye twitched.

Is that how it’s supposed to be used?

Chu Yao stroked her chin, “Go and tell Mo Tingshen to leave tomorrow, get going quickly, Jiaobaoer doesn’t dare show up while he’s here; she’s a bit scared of him.”

“I’m not going,” Sister Mi refused with full righteous indignation, “I’m scared of him too!”

“Useless.”

Chu Yao, despite her habit of criticizing others, still ended up sitting comfortably in Mo Tingshen’s car for the ride back.

Back at the hotel, she wasn’t feeling too happy.

She rushed straight to the restaurant, ordering a bunch of heavy, spicy dishes.

Mo Tingshen sat across from her.

After she placed her order, he requested the waiter to add a bowl of vegetable porridge and boiled shrimp.

“Are you going into a monastery, eating so veggie-like?”

Mo Tingshen glanced at her, “You guess.”

She rolled her eyes directly, ignoring him.

When her ordered dishes arrived one by one, she put on gloves, her fingers moved swiftly, picking out the crab meat to mix with rice later.