Wen Ting had no idea what Li Jin was thinking, nor did she care. She simply headed toward the private room on her own.
The moment she took a step forward, Li Jin grabbed her wrist, his cold, indifferent voice drifting over.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Wen Ting: ??
Before she could react, Li Jin was already pulling her by the hand, turning and walking toward the elevator.
For a moment, Wen Ting couldn’t quite figure out Li Jin’s intentions—what a strange man—but right now, what she felt more than anything was delight!
The two of them walked directly to a nearby restaurant.
Wen Ting was in high spirits at the moment, ordering dish after dish from the waiter. Li Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and asked out of nowhere, “Didn’t get enough to eat with Lu Jue?”
Wen Ting’s expression immediately turned displeased.
Though she didn’t want to admit she’d made a blunder, at this moment, to keep Li Jin from thinking she was some kind of player, she took a sip of water and explained, “Lu Jue added me on WeChat this afternoon. I thought it was you, so I went out to have dinner with him.”
Hearing this, Li Jin furrowed his brows slightly.
Thought it was him?
Suddenly, he recalled Lu Jue’s WeChat name.
This woman.
Stupid beyond belief.
How to put it—Li Jin felt his mood had improved somewhat, then he sneered coldly, “What makes you so confident that I would add you on WeChat?”
Wen Ting curled the corner of her mouth and replied flatly, “Right? The famously abstinent CEO Li actually slept with me and had a meal with me—how could I not be confident!”
Li Jin: “…”
Just then, his phone rang.
It was Lu Jue calling.
After hesitating for two seconds, Wen Ting still picked up.
There was some noise on Lu Jue’s end. “Wen Ting, where are you?”
“I’m feeling a bit unwell, so I left first. Sorry about that!”
“Huh? Not feeling well? Where are you? I’ll come check on you.”
Wen Ting lifted her gaze, meeting Li Jin’s eyes. She said with utmost seriousness, “Mr. Lu, I’m sorry! I know you have feelings for me, but I have absolutely no interest in you. Sorry, please don’t contact me again.”
Lu Jue: …
The confidence that had been brimming for hours instantly crumbled. Before he could even snap back to his senses, Wen Ting had already hung up.
Li Jin studied Wen Ting’s face and said casually, “That ruthless? Not afraid of offending Lu Jue?”
Offending him?
The eldest daughter of the Gu family feared nothing under heaven. A bewitching smile played on her face. “With CEO Li around, I’m not afraid at all.”
Li Jin let out a cold, derisive laugh.
The waiter brought all the dishes, and Wen Ting said nothing more, eating with great enthusiasm.
Li Jin hadn’t had much of an appetite to begin with, but watching Wen Ting, he eventually picked up his chopsticks as well.
After the meal, the two left the restaurant.
They walked back to the club entrance to get the car. Under the glow of the streetlights, Wen Ting looked at Li Jin’s profile and teased with a cheerful smile, “I’m so stuffed, Li Jin. Want to do some exercise to help digest?”
A flicker of darkness passed through Li Jin’s eyes.
During the meal, he had already thought about many things.
Every action today had been beyond his own expectations.
Li Jin was well aware of Wen Ting’s goal—money, status, the resources in his hands.
“What? You can’t handle it again?”
Wen Ting continued to tease.
Li Jin snapped back to reality, his voice turning several degrees colder.
“Wen Ting, I’m not interested in you. Stop coming after me.”
Once would be enough; there would never be a second time. This woman was nothing but trouble.
With that thought, Li Jin turned and left.
Wen Ting didn’t chase after him. She stood in place, a smile on her face.
Not interested?
Tsk, tsk. Let’s see if you’re still not interested after a few more encounters.
Once Li Jin’s figure disappeared, Wen Ting got in her car and drove off.
She was closer to her eldest and second brothers’ big villa, so she headed straight there. Gu Ye and Gu Nanshen hadn’t returned yet.
Back in her room, Wen Ting removed her makeup, put on a face mask, and played her mother’s album on the CD player.
Wen Ran’s melodious voice filled the air.
The more Wen Ting listened, the more she missed her mother, so she dialed Wen Ran’s number.
It was hung up before two seconds had passed.
At this hour of night, she actually hung up on her. Had she interrupted something good? Tsk, tsk…
Wen Ting curled her lips. About ten minutes later, she washed off the mask, and her phone rang. She thought it was her mother calling, but it wasn’t…
The caller was Xu Li.
“You’re joining the production tomorrow—don’t forget again! I’ve arranged an assistant for you. Where do you live? I’ll have her pick you up tomorrow.”
Wen Ting didn’t want outsiders knowing where she lived, so she said directly, “No need. I’ll meet her at the set.”
“That works too. You’re a newcomer joining the production for the first time. Keep your temper in check and don’t cause me any more trouble, got it?” Xu Li advised earnestly.
“Got it, got it.”
“Mm. I’ve been arranging a variety show for you to get some exposure recently. Any thoughts?”
Wen Ting didn’t have any particular opinions. “I’m fine with anything. You decide.”
After hanging up, she scrolled through Weibo for a while. She never got a call back from Wen Ran, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
The next day.
The alarm went off three times before she finally got out of bed.
Wen Ting looked groggy.
After washing up, she was fully awake.
She changed into her clothes and checked herself in the mirror.
Today!
She was Nuhulu Ting, starting her career in earnest!
The future Best Actress!
When she came downstairs, both Gu Ye and Gu Nanshen were there.
Sister Zhang looked at her with a warm smile. “Miss, you’re up early today. What would you like to eat?”
“No time to eat. I’m joining the production today. Big Brother, Second Brother, I’m off!”
Wen Ting slipped on her shoes and dashed out the door.
Gu Nanshen on the sofa narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Do you think she’s really serious about acting?”
Wen Ting had been doted on since childhood. The Gu family never really expected her to build a career—supporting her for life wouldn’t have been a problem at all.
As for Wen Ting entering the entertainment industry, everyone really did think she was just playing around.
“Who knows.” Gu Ye shook his head.
Arriving at the set, Wen Ting met up with Yang Qian, the assistant Xu Li had arranged for her.
On the first day of filming, a grand production launch ceremony was held.
Li Jin was also present.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Wen Ting didn’t go up to strike up a conversation. After the worship ceremony, she dutifully went to the makeup room to change and get styled.
Wen Ting shared a makeup room with several other actresses.
The female lead, Xu Man, was sitting right next to her.
Wen Ting didn’t go out of her way to socialize. Her makeup was already done, and the stylist was about to place a pearl hairpin in her hair when Xu Man suddenly spoke up: “That hairpin of hers—I want it.”
“Huh? Sister Man, this…”
“What? I’m the female lead. What’s the big deal about wanting a hairpin?”
Xu Man’s gaze was cold and sharp. It was unclear whether she was glaring at the stylist or at Wen Ting.
“It’s nothing, nothing.”
The stylist knew Xu Man had connections, so she didn’t dare offend her and placed the pearl hairpin on Xu Man’s head.
Wen Ting said nothing in response—not because she didn’t dare to compete, but because it was just a hairpin. She had no need for such trinkets to elevate herself.
Of course, she could sense the strong hostility Xu Man harbored toward her.
How utterly baffling!