“Li Jin.”
Hearing her voice, Li Jin turned his head.
Wen Ting stood right behind him, her radiant face currently wearing a bright smile as she looked at him.
Knowing that she smiled at everyone like this, Li Jin’s expression cooled by several degrees. Without acknowledging her, he strode away.
Wen Ting followed his steps, and the two entered the elevator together.
As the elevator doors closed, Li Jin pressed the button for the fifth floor. Wen Ting’s brow furrowed slightly. “Aren’t you here for the production team’s gathering?”
The gathering was on the third floor.
Li Jin still ignored her.
The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened. A woman in a white dress stepped in, and a feminine voice rang out, “What a coincidence, President Li.”
Li Jin gave a slight nod and responded coolly, “President Gu.”
Wen Ting looked up and met Gu Yuan’s delicate features. Their eyes locked, but neither spoke, as if they were complete strangers.
Gu Yuan composedly struck up a conversation with Li Jin about work matters.
Wen Ting listened quietly from the side and gathered that Li Jin was here to discuss business with Gu Yuan.
Gu Yuan’s company operated a chain of restaurants, so it wasn’t surprising that they had partnerships with a massive conglomerate like the Li Group.
Watching the two of them chat so freely—even if it was just about work—made Wen Ting feel deeply uncomfortable.
Her expression turned cold. Without saying a word, she walked straight out on her high heels once they reached the third floor.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Li Jin’s gaze lingered on Wen Ting’s retreating figure.
He knew this gathering wasn’t just for the production team—the director had also invited many people from the industry. Watching her alluring silhouette, a hint of depth flickered through Li Jin’s eyes.
“President Li… President Li…”
Gu Yuan’s voice pulled him back to the present.
The moment Wen Ting stepped into the restaurant, Qi Yan rose from his seat to wave her over. “Wen Ting! Come over here—I saved you a seat.”
Wen Ting glanced around and saw that Fu Shichu was also there. She walked over, greeted Director Li and the others, then took a seat beside Qi Yan.
For some reason, she felt the production team’s eyes on her were a bit strange. Could it be because she had dressed up too beautifully today?
Wen Ting didn’t think much of it. Aside from being familiar with Qi Yan, everyone around her was someone she didn’t know well, and the conversations were all about work. Wen Ting found the whole thing dreadfully dull and idly scrolled through her phone.
She vaguely sensed a scorching gaze on her from behind.
Wen Ting frowned slightly and turned to look.
At the next table, a man in a gray suit was looking at her sideways. He appeared to be in his forties, with a corpulent build and an oily leer that made Wen Ting feel somewhat nauseated. She could faintly hear the people around him calling him President Yang. Wen Ting shuddered and quickly turned her head back around.
Halfway through the meal, Teacher Zhang, the producer of Feng Ning, walked over to Wen Ting and said, “Wen Ting, President Yang from Yiyang Media would like to have a word with you. He has a film about to start production and thinks you’d be a great fit for the female lead.”
Wen Ting set down her chopsticks, showing not a shred of courtesy. Pressing her lips together, she said, “Teacher Zhang, have him contact my agent. Or—my boss is right over there. Tell him to discuss it with my boss.”
Teacher Zhang: “…”
Well, well!
This was the first time he’d seen such a high-and-mighty newcomer!
After Teacher Zhang left, Qi Yan teased with a smile, “Producer Yang is a big-name producer in the industry, and you really didn’t give him any face!”
Wen Ting smiled without saying a word. Resources—she wasn’t short on those.
“By the way, let me tell you something.”
Wen Ting looked at Qi Yan.
He hesitated for two seconds, then tugged at his lips and said, “The crew is all spreading rumors that you’re being kept.”
Wen Ting: ??
Her previously casual gaze instantly turned cold. “Who started that?”
After saying this, Wen Ting looked toward Xu Man, who was toasting at the neighboring table.
Qi Yan followed her gaze and nodded. “Everyone knows that Xu Man is Lu Jue’s girlfriend. They’ve been dating for about three months. Xu Man’s side is spreading that you knew she was with him and still inserted yourself as the third party, causing her and Lu Jue to break up.”
Wen Ting: …
How ridiculous. She, the eldest daughter of the Gu family, was being labeled a homewrecker for the first time.
No wonder she felt the crew’s eyes on her were strange when she walked in earlier…
Could she tolerate it? No way.
Seeing Wen Ting about to rise with fierce momentum, Qi Yan quickly held her down.
“Sis! Sis! There are so many people here—you can’t start a fight right now! If a video gets out, Xu Man’s fans will tear you apart online! Do you still want to survive in this industry?”
Wen Ting clenched her palms and glared at Xu Man.
Fine. She’d hold back a few minutes.
Five minutes later, Wen Ting arrived at the restroom.
She leaned against the wall and waited outside for several minutes. Xu Man, having finished touching up her makeup, walked out with a smile, her high heels clicking.
Seeing Wen Ting outside, her expression instantly turned cold. She intended to ignore her, but the next second, Wen Ting grabbed her wrist.
“Wen Ting, what are you doing?”
Wen Ting’s gaze was icy, her voice dark. “Spreading rumors in the crew that I’m a homewrecker? That I’m being kept?”
Xu Man showed no fear and responded sarcastically, “What? Isn’t it the truth? Dare to do it but not own up to it? Everyone outside knows I was dating Lu Jue, and you still went out of your way to seduce him and make him break up with me. If that’s not being a homewrecker, what is?”
After saying this, Xu Man flung Wen Ting’s hand away.
She had just taken a step when Wen Ting grabbed her and pulled her back. Before she could react, Wen Ting raised her hand and landed a sharp slap across her face.
A burning pain shot through her, and Xu Man was completely stunned!
She covered her cheek, glaring venomously at Wen Ting. “You… you dare hit me?”
“Who told you to run your mouth!”
Xu Man’s face turned ashen. She raised her hand to slap Wen Ting, but her hand froze mid-air, tightly gripped by the other woman.
Xu Man struggled, but her strength was no match for Wen Ting’s.
“This slap is just a warning. Tomorrow, if you still haven’t cleared up these rumors, it won’t end with just a slap!”
With those cold words, Wen Ting shoved Xu Man away.
As she turned, she saw a man in a black suit smoking a cigarette in the corridor.
Li Jin.
What was he doing here?
Wen Ting frowned slightly. Clearly, Li Jin had witnessed everything just now.
Wen Ting walked over, while Xu Man’s furious voice continued behind her.
“Why should I clear anything up? Wen Ting, you dare to do it but not own up to it!”
Wen Ting had already reached Li Jin. Xu Man chased after her, but upon seeing Li Jin, she faltered, her momentum shrinking a few notches.
“President Li…”
Li Jin had only been passing by. He had indeed watched the entire scene just now, Wen Ting’s arrogant words still echoing in his ears.
“…Tomorrow, if you still don’t clear up these rumors! It won’t be settled with just a slap!”
Hearing this, Li Jin only found it amusing.
What could she possibly do to Xu Man?
At the moment, Li Jin hadn’t planned to say anything. He had just turned to leave when Wen Ting grabbed his wrist.
“Lu Jue? I wouldn’t even spare him a second glance!” After saying this, Wen Ting stepped forward, rose onto her tiptoes, and pressed her lips against the man’s in front of her.
Li Jin was caught completely off guard, his entire body stiffening.
Xu Man’s eyes widened, utterly stunned.