She was effulgent, innocent, and harmless on the surface.

  That was why the assistant liked her.

  She was unaware of the actress’s sinister side.

  Lin Zhi, in fact, was a petty person who held grudges. Once she hated someone, she would not rest until she completely disgraced that person.

  Earlier, she whispered to her assistant, “Sneak in shots of Yun Shishi changing her dress from the next-door changing room.”


  This was not the actress’s first time doing such despicable things.

  Xiao Ling smiled understandingly and acted accordingly while Qin Zhou was absent. She stood on a stool, stretched her arm, and positioned her phone, with the help of a selfie stick, in the direction of the newbie’s changing room.

  As the camera had been muted, the artist did not detect anything strange even though a dozen photos of her were taken.

  She was currently struggling to put on the cumbersome Louis Vuitton gown and fully focused on pasting the self-adhesive bra to her boobs. Her stylist wanted her to push her breasts up as much as possible—the more voluptuous they were, the better they would look.

  The artist was troubled, though. She did not want to expose herself so much.

  Just like that, this assistant of her opponent easily got a hold of several indecent photos of her. The secretly delighted assistant then opened the door, wanting to go back to her mistress and brag about her accomplishment.

  The moment she opened the door, she found a towering figure standing by the doorway, which seemed to block out all the light.

  Startled by the tall, dark figure, her heart skipped a beat. She raised her head and saw a man as handsome as a god standing before her.

  Her chest felt stifled.

  She almost trembled, not because of his godly beauty or his overwhelming demeanor but because of the man’s stare, which was sharp, frosty, and penetrating.

  With a solemn look on his face, he blocked the entire doorway.

  He had just arrived at the studio and, having heard that his woman was in the changing room, came over to take a look.

  He noticed right away that there was a selfie stick above his woman’s changing room and could faintly tell from the phone’s display that the camera was clicking away.

  His eyes were so sharp as he could tell at a glance that they were snapshots of his woman, half-naked.

  His anger instantly spiked.

  Who is it?

  How dare this person take photos of my woman while she’s changing?

  Despite her being cowed by his fierce look, she did not know who he was.

  She naively asked, “Who are you? Don’t you know that you would scare people by suddenly appearing at the doorway?”


  The man kept his mum, but his gaze landed on her phone.

  Still unaware of his anger, she scanned her surroundings and questioned, “Who are you? Don’t you know that this is the VP room? Outsiders aren’t allowed here!”


  “What were you doing earlier?” he grilled.

  At that, a flash of guilt appeared on her face and she instinctively hid her phone behind her as she feigned innocence. “What does it have to do with you?!”


  She started to panic.

  Did this man come in way earlier?!

  How untimely!

  Surely, he didn’t see what I’ve just done?! she thought to herself before retorting to him as she tried to beat a retreat. “I’m not wasting any more of my time with you; I still have matters at hand!”


  “Stop right there!”


  Mu Yazhe grabbed her arm and pulled her back hard.

  “Hand over your phone!”