Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Missing Daddy?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Was it so high-profile to announce the engagement between the leading actress and a famous stylist?

His gaze landed on Zhao Zimo’s body for a long time. She was wearing a white cheongsam that had been modified slightly. From her shoulders to her waist, there was a peach blossom branch. It was decorated with dazzling red peach blossoms and budding flowers. It was lifelike.

Closing the window calmly, she placed her hands on the armrests of the large chair and crossed her arms. The chair turned in the direction of the French windows and she looked into the distance, deep in thought.

After a long while, she got up, put on her windbreaker, and left the office with her bag.

The secretary stood up hurriedly. “CEO Shen, where are you going?”

Shen Fanxing replied without hesitation, “I don’t know. Call me if you need anything.”

The secretary was stunned. “…Oh.”

After finding her car, Shen Fanxing sat in the driver’s seat for a long time.

She really didn’t know where to go.

She only knew that it was impossible to make any progress if she stayed in the office.

She fumbled for her phone and went online to search for something. After some thought, she put it down.

Finally, he opened WeChat and looked at the only group chat on the interface—n.o.ble sc.u.m.

Sc.u.m…

She fixed her gaze and clicked on the group chat.

Shen Fanxing asked, “Is anyone there?”

Yin Ruijue: [Yes!]

Xu Han: [Yes!]

Shang Qiqi: [Yes!]

Shang Qingmo: [Yes!]

Lu Shaoqian: [Yes!]

Li Tingshen: [Yes.]

Yin Ruijue: “Can the last one break the formation?”

Li Tingshen: “I shouldn’t be the last.”

…

After a long few seconds—

Li Tingshen: […]

Yin Ruijue said, “Maybe Brother Bo is busy… But Li Tingshen, aren’t you usually the coldest? Why are you replying so quickly? What have you been doing recently? Why haven’t I seen you?”

Li Tingshen: “You miss Daddy?”

Yin Ruijue: “F*ck! Get lost! Sister-in-law, what’s the matter?”

Shen Fanxing read the chat and smiled as she tapped on her phone screen.

[@Li Tingshen, have you slept with a female celebrity before?]

Yin Ruijue, Xu Han, Shang Qiqi…

Li Tingshen: “Why? Are you a paparazzi again?”

Shen Fanxing replied, “No, I’m bored now. Where do you suggest I go?”

Li Tingshen: [On your future husband’s bed.]

Shen Fanxing’s lips twitched. This petty man was quick to seek revenge.

Not long after, Li Tingshen sent another message—

[If I’m bored, I’ll go to the film studio. Maybe I can get a few newbies with good potential.]

Shen Fanxing paused and suddenly remembered that Chu Yi had a cameo role today. After some thought, she thanked him and drove away.

There was a rather large filming location in Ping Cheng City. When Shen Fanxing drove there, she saw a few people gathered at the entrance. They were of different heights and sizes.

However, most of them were young men and women with good looks and figures.

They had no resources or connections, so they could only start as extras here. Then, they would get the director’s or scriptwriter’s recognition and become successful.

There were also slobs and beggars in ragged clothes waiting to eat.

Shen Fanxing alighted from the car and disappointment flashed across everyone’s faces.

A woman must have been raped in the entertainment industry. Moreover, she didn’t look like a famous movie star. She couldn’t help them at all.

“Sigh, I guess I’ve wasted my time today.”

“Why isn’t the benefactor of my life here yet?”

“What a pity. I didn’t expect that woman to be the boss of Hua Tian Entertainment.”

Shen Fanxing frowned. The boss of Hua Tian Entertainment?

“Yeah, there are female bosses in the entertainment industry these days. Don’t underestimate women. Isn’t there another one? Perform well.”

“Come on, how many women in the entertainment industry are big shots? I should save my energy and wait for the boss of Hua Tian Entertainment to come out. It’s about time.”

The young and beautiful woman gave Shen Fanxing a lazy glance before turning her head to the door.

A few people walked out of the door.

Looking at the two of them, Shen Fanxing couldn’t help but sneer.

She was wondering why Zhao Zimo and Liang Chenyi had announced their marriage in such a high-profile manner. So it was really her.

“Boss Yuan, I hope you can accept this script. Just take a look.”

When they reached the door, the disheveled man who had chased after them panted as he spoke to Yuan Sichun.

This person was dressed sloppily and his face was haggard. His shoulder-length hair was also messy due to neglect.

Although she sounded like she was begging, her voice was neither servile nor overbearing.

Impatience flashed across Yuan Sichun’s face, as if she was annoyed by his pestering. She looked at him helplessly and couldn’t help but place her hand under her nose. She couldn’t hide the disgust on her face.

The man who had been standing beside Yuan Sichun immediately said,

“CEO Yuan, ignore him. This person is too persistent. I reckon all the directors in the film studio have a script in his hands. There’s still no news of him. If he’s really good, why would he wait until now?”

Yuan Sichun had no intention of paying attention to this slovenly man. He looked dirty and smelly. What script could he write?

However, when she saw so many people looking at her, she pursed her lips and held her breath, refusing to breathe in the man’s unpleasant scent. In the end, she reached out to take the script.

“I will read it.”

The man smiled, thanked her, and stepped aside.

Yuan Sichun pursed her lips and walked out under the protection of the security guards.

The eyes of the crowd were like hungry wolves staring at meat, hoping to gain the favor of this female boss.

But he was still disappointed.

Shen Fanxing stood not far away and was blocked by a group of excited extras. Yuan Sichun didn’t notice her. She only stopped at a corner and threw the script into the rubbish bin before leaving.

Shen Fanxing frowned and walked to the rubbish bin. There was a lunchbox filled with leftovers and the smell of oil.

Without hesitation, she took out the script and carefully patted away the leftovers on the back. The front was still as white as before.

Although the man looked disheveled, she had just seen that the script in his arms was brand new. There was no dirt on the white A4 paper.

It was obvious how much he valued her.

The creator’s work was equivalent to his own child.

Her own child had been thrown away and spurned. How cold-blooded and cruel was that?

She was also a creator. No one could understand the pain and sadness when the perfume that she had designed with confidence was thrown away and smashed.

Everyone had different expressions when they saw her actions.