Her face immediately turned as red as a boiled crawfish.
This pervert!
"You, you pervert!"
"Only a pervert to you!"
Wen Yan was so angry she could spit blood.
Was this still the same aloof and domineering Ye Zong?
Leng Xunze buried his head in the girl's shoulder, his deep voice rich and enchanting, "Wen Yan, since I married you, you are my only wife. In my dictionary, there is no divorce, only widowhood!"
Such domineering and stubborn words stunned Wen Yan.
Until a warm touch came to her lips.
She blinked instinctively and saw the man's handsome face magnified before her. Her eyes widened instantly. She wanted to push him away but was held even tighter. Their lips deepened.
She could barely breathe.
Forced to accept the man's passionate kiss, she felt as if all the air in her chest had been stolen. Only when the man reluctantly let her go did she recover.
"Did you hear what I said?" Leng Xunze gazed into her eyes.
Wen Yan lowered her gaze, remaining silent. The next second, as the man leaned in to kiss her again, her face turned pale with panic. She blurted out, "I heard!"
A smile suddenly bloomed on the man's face.
In the vast night, the man seemed to smile for the first time, outshining the stars. Wen Yan was instantly mesmerized.
His smile was too captivating!
Realizing she had been swayed by his good looks, Wen Yan puffed out her cheeks. "Since you put it that way, then from now on, we are a normal couple. I'm tired!"
"As you command, Madam!"
The man immediately knelt down in front of her, his broad back exuding a sense of security.
Wen Yan, however, was taken aback. She had only intended to hail a taxi home, but she hadn't expected him to offer to carry her.
She didn't want to be overly sentimental, so she climbed onto his back.
He stood up. At his height of 1.8 meters, Wen Yan's vision instantly broadened. Moreover, he walked very steadily, and she barely felt any significant sway.
A gentle breeze brushed past. Lying on his back, a wave of sleepiness washed over her, and soon, she fell asleep.
She slept until the next day.
Eating the breakfast the man had prepared and riding in his Wuling Hongguang to the company, as she was about to get out of the car, Wen Yan was suddenly grabbed and received a long, warm kiss. By the time she reached her office, her face was completely flushed.
Xu Rujing sent her a congratulatory message.
[Wen Yan, thanks to your dress, I gained a lot of traction on the red carpet and landed a good role. I'll treat you to a meal when you have time.]
Wen Yan felt the other party was being too polite. [You're too kind, Miss Xu. It's all because of your enduring popularity.]
The other party didn't reply after she sent the message, so Wen Yan didn't dwell on it and continued with her design. Unexpectedly, she received a call from Xu Rujing that afternoon.
"Wen Yan, I have an urgent matter that requires your help."
"Miss Xu, please tell me."
"Do you know any styling designers you can introduce me to?" her tone was urgent.
Styling designers?
"Do you need one? I don't think I know anyone offhand."
Xu Rujing didn't seem to believe her. "Costume and styling are related; how could you not know anyone?"
She still thought that since Wen Yan's designs were so outstanding, the people she knew must also be very capable.
"I joined Xinghua right after graduation, so I really haven't had the time to get to know many other people."
"Then I'm doomed," Xu Rujing murmured.
"Miss Xu, what's wrong?"
Xu Rujing immediately explained the whole situation.
It turned out she had joined the same crew as Sun Liyan.
Upon seeing Xu Rujing join, Sun Liyan had been deliberately targeting her.
The makeup artist and stylist assigned to Xu Rujing by the crew were the worst.
If she filmed like this, she would surely be criticized.
This was her first drama after her comeback, and she couldn't afford to be careless.
Xu Rujing: "If it were before, I would definitely have a team to help me if I needed a stylist. But now, it's already difficult for me to get into a crew based on my past popularity. Which high-end stylist would still choose me?"
Stars might seem glamorous, but they endured endless grievances behind the scenes.
"I took a styling elective in college. Perhaps I can help you," Wen Yan said, unable to stand by.
"You?" Xu Rujing was surprised, then quickly realized she had been too agitated and immediately explained, "It's not that I don't trust you, but styling and costumes look similar, yet there are many differences. Styling includes hairstyle design, clothing, accessory coordination, and so on, which is very complex... However, I don't seem to have any other options now. Your taste in clothing is so good; styling should be fine."
As Xu Rujing spoke, she convinced herself.
Wen Yan found it amusing.
"My skills might be decent."
Wen Yan recalled that after winning first prize in college, the professor had insisted on taking her as a disciple. However, Wen Yan's heart was set on fashion design, and she ultimately refused the renowned teacher's invitation.
Xu Rujing could only place her hopes on her now. She provided the address and asked her to come quickly.
Then, she immediately dismissed the stylist who had messed up her hair.
"You can go now; I've called a friend."
The stylist was somewhat annoyed. "Miss Xu, I respected you as a former B-list actress, but you can't look down on people like this."
"Am I looking down on you, or are some people lacking in skill? I think you know that clearly."
"I lack skill?" The stylist acted as if she had heard the joke of the century. "I'm at least a silver medalist stylist."
"Then it's that you didn't put your full effort into me."
"Fine, if you look down on me so much, then I'll wait for your stylist to arrive." The stylist angrily threw down her tools.
Not far away, Sun Liyan was enjoying the service of several people. "Some people are so stubborn. They still think it's a year ago. If I were her, I'd be grateful for anyone doing my styling."
Xu Rujing couldn't stand being humiliated like this. "Sun Liyan, is this how you speak to a senior?"
"Oh? Was I talking to you? I was just talking to myself."
"Then it seems you're quite lonely usually, to have developed this habit."
Sun Liyan was somewhat annoyed.
Xu Rujing had stolen her spotlight on the red carpet, and now she was confronting her.
Even if she was a veteran actress, wasn't she still playing a supporting role to her now?
"Senior Xu, I respect you as a senior, but you also need to have the demeanor of a senior. You have no popularity or buzz now, and you can only barely get a role by relying on your past fame. Yet, you look down on people, looking down on the stylist? The stylist didn't even complain about designing for you!"
Sun Liyan rolled her eyes after speaking.
She was truly infuriating Xu Rujing.
There were many arrogant newcomers, but few dared to openly mock her like Sun Liyan.
Besides, Sun Liyan was just a minor celebrity who had recently gained some popularity.
"In this industry, anyone can be replaced at any time. Those who can laugh until the end will definitely not be those arrogant and conceited people. Such people usually fall very hard," Xu Rujing glanced at her. "I'll give you a piece of advice."
Sun Liyan's face paled slightly. She dared to lecture her?
"Then I'm truly grateful to you, Senior Xu!" Sun Liyan sneered.
She stopped talking and waited for Xu Rujing's stylist to arrive.
Xu Rujing was nothing now. Let's see what kind of big shot she would invite.
Anyway, as long as she said a word to Wen Ya, with Wen Ya's influence, no big shot would dare to do styling for Xu Rujing.
At that time, she would be able to mock Xu Rujing mercilessly.
Malicious thoughts churned in Sun Liyan's mind. She increasingly hoped for the person to arrive quickly. Finally, a female voice sounded at the door: "I'm here, Miss Xu."