The venue was lively as Mo Wenwan purposefully pulled Qin Miaomiao along to introduce her to various industry professionals. However, most of them were men, middle-aged uncles at that, and judging by the undisguised lecherous looks in their eyes, these men were clearly not upstanding individuals.
Mo Wenwan appeared perfectly familiar and at ease, seemingly trying her best to help Qin Miaomiao establish connections, saying with a smile:
"This is my good sister, a renowned director and producer. She’s incredible, and her company has many famous actresses. Sometimes, it’d be great for everyone to sit together, discuss a few things, and see if there’s any room for collaboration." Dıscover more novels at novel•fire.net
At first, her words didn’t sound particularly problematic, but upon closer scrutiny, every detail carried subtle issues.
Especially when she mentioned the famous actresses—those greasy middle-aged men’s eyes lit up instantly. Even their gazes toward Qin Miaomiao turned a little strange.
"Oh? Then I’ll have to stay in touch with Miss Qin more often."
"Miss Qin, do you have time tomorrow evening? Why don’t you bring a few of those actresses over, and we can all have dinner?"
Mo Wenwan maintained her graceful smile, but Qin Miaomiao’s expression turned cold as she replied flatly:
"I’m sorry, my artists and I don’t casually have meals with others."
The men were prominent figures in the industry, used to being flattered by others. That this woman would outright refuse them was surprising.
One of them, Director Li, immediately scowled.
"Oh really? Looks like our dinner invitation just isn’t classy enough for Miss Qin to bother with."
Mo Wenwan pretended to smooth things over with a laugh: "Director Li, you misunderstood. Miao Miao is just a straightforward person, don’t mind her."
"Straightforward, huh? Then why bother mingling in this industry? Shot one film and already think you’re a big deal? Women like you—I’ve seen enough. Just because you have a bit of leverage in your hands, you think you’re someone important? Let me tell you, don’t overestimate yourself—otherwise, you’ll be kicked out of this circle before you know it!"
Qin Miaomiao’s eyebrows arched slightly, and before she could speak, a cold voice rang out:
"Oh? Director Li, who do you plan to kick out of the circle?"
Director Li turned his head and saw Lu Qing standing behind him. His expression shifted. That earlier smug attitude vanished, replaced by an awkward look. But considering his status as a renowned director, he assumed that Lu Qing, no matter how influential, was just a businessman. Meanwhile, he wielded significant clout in the entertainment industry.
Deliberately puffing out his chest, he said in a low voice: "Mr. Lu, is this Miss Qin one of yours?"
Lu Qing’s icy gaze swept over him. "Yes, she is mine."
"If Mr. Lu plans to make a major foray into the film industry, using someone like her will only hold you back. You’d be better off replacing her."
Lu Qing’s expression darkened. "Who I decide to use isn’t up to you. Do you think you’re someone important enough to dictate that?"
Director Li, a figure of some standing, was visibly displeased at being humiliated so publicly. However, realizing Lu Qing’s power, someone nearby pulled him aside, and he begrudgingly held back his anger, walking off elsewhere.
Mo Wenwan looked remorseful. "Brother Qing, I’m sorry. I was just trying to introduce some connections for Miao Miao."
Lu Qing’s expression remained unchanged as he responded calmly: "Connections like these aren’t necessary. Miao Miao and I have other matters to attend to. We’ll take our leave."
With that, he took Qin Miaomiao’s hand and left.
A trace of cold malice flickered in Mo Wenwan’s eyes. She quickly turned and walked toward Director Li, her delicate laughter ringing out:
"Director Li, I’m terribly sorry for the trouble."