Wen Family, you could say, acted in the least intelligent manner.
"Secretary-general Wen, what can I do for you?" Chu Ji returned to his elegant, polite persona as he spoke.
"Have you thought over the matter I asked you to consider?" A somewhat hoarse male voice came from the other end.
Chu Ji laughed: "When did I ever say I would consider it? Ask all you want, you’ll get the same answer."
"I see. I’ve managed to suppress last night’s incident for you, but we, the Wen Family, have limited influence. We wouldn’t be able to do anything if higher-ups were to take notice, right?"
Chu Ji’s fingers clenched.
"I’ll give you another two days to think it through. Let me know once you’ve made up your mind, or else..."
Chu Ji slammed the phone down forcefully.
One, who had been monitoring the Wen Family, forwarded Wen Jianfeng’s threats to Chu Ji.
"Should we intervene at this juncture?"
Chu Ji’s elderly mother had already been discovered ages ago. As for last night’s incident, a single sentence from Jun Mochan was all it took to suppress it.
The Wen Family was insignificant in comparison.
"If Chu Ji isn’t worried, why are you?" Jun Mochan didn’t even bother to raise his head.
That was indeed the case. One ended the call.
When he slightly lifted his eyelids, his face turned rigid for a moment.
"Damn those fucking terrorists."
He grabbed his gun and headed out, not forgetting to call Jun Mochan in the process.
"The terrorists have intercepted a batch of our goods. I’m about to head over now," One said, fuming.
Jun Mochan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing across them: "Leave them half dead. Check first who the goods are for."
One quickly understood Jun Mochan’s intentions – a set-up was in the works.
"Got it, I’ll handle it. Stop worrying," One hung up the call.
After a two-hour drive, Ye Ranran and Luo Qi arrived at the ancient city.
After settling their luggage, they rested for a while before making their way to the set once the opening ceremony was over.
Traditional garments often involved complex configurations. Despite Ye Ranran having a costume designer to help her this time, she still had to provide guidance.
"The white piece goes inside, the one you’re holding goes on the outside, and this is the silk." Ye Ranran handed over the silk in her hand.
Once their makeup was done and the sets were ready, they were all set to start filming.
The first scene of the first shot depicted the female lead sneaking out of her house to buy medicine for her gravely ill mother, and running into the male lead on her way back.
Ye Ranran stood among the spectators, watching scene where Xue Xue, playing the female lead, clumsily climbed over the wall and fell to the ground.
Even with her hair all in disarray, she didn’t seem flustered.
There’s no denying, top-tier actresses are in a league of their own. Just watching from afar, Ye Ranran felt a pang in her heart.
Suddenly, Ye Ranran noticed a familiar figure not too far away.
She wondered if she was hallucinating and nudged Luo Qi’s arm: "That’s my sister over there, isn’t it?"
Luo Qi followed her line of sight, squinted for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, that’s your sister."
"She’s hand in hand with a man?"
"Yes, and it’s not your brother-in-law."
Nima, Ye Ranran pulled out her phone at once, dialed Gao Han’s number and made a call.
"Ranran?" Gao Han’s unbelieving voice of delight came through.
"Yes," Gao Han answered without hesitation.
"Then head over to the ancient city in C City, and do it ASAP." Ye Ranran was glancing at the distant figure.
"I’ll be on my way." Gao Han grabbed his coat and made his way out.
Ye Ranran’s red lips curled up in a smile. She didn’t expect Ye Tianjiao to be such a promiscuous woman, having a kid and still enjoying affairs on the side.
Well, she’s going to let her have her fill of it.