Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

Having just overheard Hong Kong investors casually revealing Liu Yuehua's previous manipulation of media opinion and the marketing success of "Perfect Strangers" which he obtained for nothing, Chen Hong has completely lost her mind.

She wasn't exactly an easy person to deal with either.

A few years ago, she managed to snatch the throne of the great poet Chen's wife from Ni Ping, Xu Qing, Hong Huang and others.

What she valued was the prestige of the only Palme d'Or winner and the potential to monetize it in the future.

Now he has met a younger, more talented, more charismatic, and even richer young man who can manipulate most of the entertainment industry.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't help but fall for him.

Liu Yuehua did not dodge.

He has always been passive, neither refusing nor taking responsibility.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze brazenly sweeping down his collar.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Chen Hong took a step forward.

"It's still a bit windy tonight, Director Liu. Can I hide in your arms?"

Liu Yuehua smiled and nodded.

Chen Hong nestled against Liu Yuehua like a little bird, her arms wrapped around his waist.

He rubbed against her body and explained.

"I'm shivering from the cold. Director Liu, you don't mind, do you?"

As he spoke, he began to reach for his belt buckle.

"Sister Hong, isn't this a bit inappropriate? What if someone comes in?"

Chen Hong raised her head and revealed an ambiguous yet bold smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? This is exactly what makes it exciting."

Chen Hong greeted Xiao Liu, then downed the red wine she had brought in one gulp, casually flicked the glass behind her, and began chatting with Xiao Liu with the wine still in her mouth.

The cold wind jolted Liu Yuehua awake, instantly bringing him to his senses.

The cold night wind, the warmth of Sister Hong's mouth, and the moistness of the red wine made him start to get a little irritated.

Just as Liu Yuehua was enjoying the older sister's attentive service, the glass door to the terrace was pushed open.

……

Huo Wenxi, who was looking for someone in the corridor, heard the sound of a glass breaking in this direction and came over out of curiosity.

Yang Shoucheng originally intended for her to come and talk to Liu Yuehua about the collaboration plan for the next film.

As a result, when I pushed open the door, I stumbled upon a lewd and disgusting scene in the corner.

Huo Wenxi was stunned. Although she had seen many ups and downs in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, she was still quite surprised.

However, discovering the affair between the wife of a Palme d'Or winner and a popular young director from mainland China would definitely be a scandal that could cause an earthquake in the Asian entertainment industry.

In that dangerous moment, Chen Hong demonstrated the terrifying mental fortitude and skill that allowed her to fight her way through a group of women with powerful backgrounds and deep-rooted influence.

She felt no shame or panic at all.

She stood up, thoughtfully straightened Liu Yuehua's trousers, and then a graceful smile appeared on her lips.

She and Liu Yuehua exchanged a glance for a moment, and then nodded in tacit agreement.

"Miss Huo, you've come at the perfect time."

Chen Hong wiped her mouth, as if she had just helped Liu Yuehua bend down to pick up a lighter.

She walked gracefully toward Huo Wenxi.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Chen Hong's high heels quietly stepped on the hem of Huo Wenxi's floor-length dress. At the same time, Chen Hong whispered something in Huo Wenxi's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Director Liu has too much of a temper; I can't handle him all by myself."

"Now that Yinghuang's people are here, it's up to you to put out the fire."

After saying that, Chen Hong gave Huo Wenxi a hard push on the waist.

Huo Wenxi was caught off guard by this underhanded attack. Her skirt was firmly stepped on, and her upper body was subjected to a huge push. In that instant, the hem of her long skirt was completely torn open.

With the sound of tearing fabric, Huo Wenxi lost her balance and fell awkwardly into Liu Yuehua's arms.

Her fair shoulders and exposed skin pressed tightly against Liu Yuehua's upper body, while her long legs were exposed because her skirt had been torn open.

Liu Yuehua instinctively reached out and caught the panicked strong woman in his arms. At that moment, Chen Hong gracefully waved to the two of them, made a photo-taking gesture behind Huo Wenxi's back, and winked at Liu Yuehua.

Liu Yuehua understood immediately and nodded discreetly.

The door closed, leaving only Liu Yuehua and Huo Wenxi, still shaken, on the balcony.

"I'm sorry, Director Liu, I lost my balance just now."

Huo Wenxi reacted very quickly and immediately struggled to stand up and straighten her clothes.

But as soon as she paused, her ripped skirt began to fall downwards due to gravity.

Half of her back was exposed to the cold, making her shiver. If she were to go back and change her clothes now, the whole day would be over.

Buy some time and wait for Chen Hong to return.

"Don't move!"

Liu Yuehua frowned, grabbed Huo Wenxi's shoulder, and took off his suit jacket, wrapping it tightly around her body to cover up any exposed areas.

"You're crazy, it's full of big names in the entertainment industry."

"If someone sees you dressed like that, tomorrow's headlines will be 'Yinghuang's beautiful agent, meeting a male director in Beijing, her skirt torn.' Does Yinghuang even care about its reputation?"

Liu Yuehua's tone was full of the helplessness of a considerate and warm-hearted man.

These words sent a chill down Huo Wenxi's spine, and the strength she had been struggling with vanished instantly. She knew all too well the nature of those people in the Hong Kong media; as long as a little bit of information leaked out, they could easily create a 10-word adult novel from a single picture.

"What should we do?" Huo Wenxi wrapped herself in Liu Yuehua's suit jacket, which was still warm from his body. When the cold wind blew, she instinctively leaned closer to Liu Yuehua's hot chest, savoring the warmth of his body.

"You stay here and don't move. I'll go find you a coat to wear before we go."

Liu Yuehua wrapped his arms around her, helping her tighten her suit jacket, and then half-embraced her in his arms. He spoke words of propriety, but his actions were extremely ambiguous.

From the shadows in the distance, the two looked exactly like a pair of lovebirds whispering sweet nothings to each other on a balcony, reluctant to part.

Huo Wenxi was leaning on Liu Yuehua's shoulder, lost in thought.

She fought her way up in Hong Kong's cutthroat entertainment industry, always wearing the mask of a strong woman, her nerves stretched to the limit.

Nestled in the arms of this mainland director, who was 10 years younger than her, feeling his warm body temperature and listening to his steady heartbeat, Huo Wenxi felt an absurd sense of security.

This young man is not only good at making movies, but he is also very considerate.

Just as the atmosphere continued to heat up, and Huo Wenxi was savoring this moment of warmth.

Two flashes of light went off, startling Huo Wenxi, who turned her head in alarm.

I don't know when Chen Hong came back, she was holding a camera that I don't know where it came from.

The screen clearly captured the scene of Huo Wenxi, disheveled, embracing Liu Yuehua with reluctance.