Chapter 963: Caught Red-Handed

“Relax, I can still handle this seductive situation.”

The implication being, someone else might not be so fortunate.

Bo Yanching stood up, glanced down, and now that the lighting was right, it was easy to see that Mo Tingshen was only wearing a suit jacket, with nothing underneath.

He smirked, “Still quite audacious.”

Mo Tingshen: “…”

After Bo Yanching left, Mo remained seated, continuing to smoke.

He finished half a pack, crumpling the box, then went to the front desk for a bottle of water and rinsed his mouth.

On the way back to his room, he passed by Chu Yao’s room.

A half-naked man was standing at her door, knocking.

Mo Tingshen’s expression darkened instantly, “What are you doing?”

The man was startled, turned sharply, and upon locking eyes, he hastily covered his chest.

“President Mo, you’re still awake?”

It was the third male lead who was acting alongside Chu Yao tonight.

Mo Tingshen couldn’t be bothered to remember his name.

He slipped one hand into his pants pocket, holding a bottle of mineral water with the other, pressing indentations into it as he stepped forward, casting a condescending glance over the man from head to the towel wrapped around his waist, his gaze pausing.

“I’m asking, what are you doing?”

“I…

I, I got the wrong room.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled coldly, “Do you think I’m blind?

Knocking on her door in the middle of the night, can’t I see what you’re up to?”

The third male lead broke into a cold sweat, unsure whether to wipe it off or not.

He’d heard rumors in the crew these past days, but women tended to exaggerate, and there wasn’t much truth to it.

Chu Yao had a strong background, envied for her resources since debut, and the media constantly gossiped about a sponsor behind her, though no one was caught.

But still, it couldn’t possibly be his own boss.

That would be too obvious a sponsor.

Who’d be stupid enough to expose themselves like that all the time?

So he thought he’d try his luck; after all, not losing out if he could sleep with an actress, and besides, Chu Yao’s face and figure were top-tier in the industry.

If he pleased her enough, she might casually throw him some resources, and he could become famous.

It seemed favorable either way.

Unable to sleep, he kept thinking about Chu Yao’s threatening words during the scene, and got more tempted, so he came with just a towel around his waist.

Little did he know he’d run into Mo Tingshen!

Mo Tingshen watched him stammer his excuses, finding it hard to even fabricate a story.

Without further ado, he dialed the Director and straightforwardly asked, “Does the third male lead have any scenes left?”

“There’s one more tomorrow, but tonight the female lead seriously injures him, so there are just a few chase shots tomorrow.

His next scenes are scheduled for half a month later.”

“Alright.”

The Director, growing wary, inquired further, “President Mo, why do you suddenly ask about him?”

“No reason, just giving you a heads up.”

A heads up for what?

The Director was about to ask when he suddenly heard screams on the other end of the phone.

Mo Tingshen had crippled the third male lead’s leg.

With his shoe pressing into the back of the knee, catching him off guard, Mo Tingshen’s kick forced the man to kneel on one knee, resulting in a sharp “crack” that made unknown pain surge, causing convulsions throughout his body, as if kneeling on broken glass.

Mo Tingshen’s expression remained unchanged, eyebrows indifferent, his voice icy as he threatened, “Stay away from her, understand?”

“Un-understood…

President Mo!

President Mo, this is a misunderstanding, it’s misunder…

ah!”