A fashion queen

"Cut!" Mo Yunting's sudden shout plunged the entire set into a dead silence. His face was icy, his eyes stern, like two sharp blades fixed on the film's leading man, Wang Ou. His fierce aura seemed to pierce the soul, leaving a chilling chill.

Staring at her like that, Wang Ou felt a shudder run through her body, a sense of bewilderment running through her. Why, no matter how hard she tried, could she not please the director? As the director repeatedly called out indifferently, "Cut," Wang Ou's heart gradually filled with an endless sense of defeat.

This was the nth time the shoot had failed. Could it really be due to her own poor condition? Wang Ou's mood grew increasingly heavy. She silently cast her gaze towards Mo Yunting, her eyes filled with deep frustration and confusion.

"Your expression is too stiff and lacks sincere emotion. This is definitely not what I expected to see." Mo Yunting succinctly expressed his evaluation of Wang Ou's performance. In just a few words, he completely wiped out all the former's efforts.

In fact, from an outsider's perspective, Wang Ou's acting skills have reached the pinnacle, and the performance just now is enough to make the audience cry. Whether it is a terrifying, tender or cold-blooded role, he can interpret it vividly.

However, Mo Yunting was always dissatisfied with his performance and would find all kinds of faults no matter when and where, as if he was his enemy.

"Director, have I offended you in some way?" Wang Ou asked timidly, secretly thinking that the director's temper today must be directed at her. You know, no matter how cold the director is usually, he would never look at her like he saw an enemy like today. That cold look could freeze you to death.

Mo Yunting pursed his lips tightly and glared at Wang Ou fiercely again. The scene of Wang Ou and Yue'er talking and laughing before involuntarily emerged in his mind. A nameless fire instantly surged in his heart, hitting his heart violently.

He had never imagined that his possessiveness towards Yue'er would be so strong. Ever since he confessed his feelings to Yue'er, whenever another man approached her and made her smile as bright as a flower, he would become jealous, even to the point of going crazy. He didn't know why his desire for control was so strong?

Yue'er's captivating, soul-stirring smile seemed to bloom only for him. For others, even just a glimpse from afar was a luxury! This peerless smile belonged only to him. Any unrelated person who dared to have improper thoughts would be absolutely intolerable!

"You must be dying to know the reason, aren't you?" Mo Yunting suddenly fixed his hawk-like gaze on Cui Ziyue, who stood nearby. At that moment, he had already made a crucial decision: regardless of her prominent or mysterious background, he would solemnly declare before everyone that Yue'er was his woman.

Wang Ou nodded hurriedly, and at this moment, everyone present was staring at Mo Yunting and Cui Ziyue intently.

"Yue'er, come over here." Mo Yunting slowly extended a hand and gently gestured towards Cui Ziyue. After a moment's hesitation, Cui Ziyue finally stepped forward and walked over to him.

As Cui Ziyue approached, Mo Yunting spoke to her in a low voice. Although no one could hear their specific words, the complex expression on Cui Ziyue's face showed that she clearly understood what Mo Yunting was going to do next. Especially when she caught a glimpse of the half-smile at the corner of Mo Yunting's mouth, she felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine. She knew the deep meaning behind that smile like a mirror.

She would recall the scene of drinking and chatting with Wang Ou just now, and it would flash through her mind uncontrollably - just when the two of them were talking happily, Mo Yunting suddenly barged in with a stern face, which scared Wang Ou to death... Could it be that the reason why Wang Ou was not doing things to Mo Yunting's liking today was because he was jealous?

Cui Ziyue's eyes widened as she pondered this unbelievable possibility. Could he really be jealous?

"Do you know what mistake you made today?" He stared at Wang Ou, who shook her head blankly.

"Look carefully at what you've done wrong!" He suddenly embraced Cui Ziyue's petite and slender body. Caught off guard, Cui Ziyue lost her balance and fell directly into his broad, warm embrace. At that moment, in full view of everyone, Mo Yunting passionately kissed Cui Ziyue's lips, which were trembling with astonishment. This sudden scene left Cui Ziyue dumbfounded, her body stiff as a fossil.

She had never expected him to act like this in such a public place. Oh my god, how could she face other people in the future? At this moment, she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

There were gasps at first, followed by a deathly silence. Everyone was clearly shocked by the shocking scene before them, especially Kefeng, though he was also the first to recover. He suddenly shouted, "Director, so you're jealous! Is it because I just chatted with her that you couldn't stand it, so you're deliberately trying to mess with me?"