My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 839 - 758: Pampering You, Isn’t It Obvious?

Hua Tiantian took the hairdryer, sat in the lounge blowing her hair in front of the mirror, pondering that something was off with her assistant today. Usually, they’d help her, but today she had to do it herself. Maybe she had been too lenient with the assistant, leading to having to fend for herself.

Meng Yan looked at his empty hands, raised his eyes to see the woman in the mirror who seemed unconcerned, and elegantly walked to her side, "Hua Tiantian, I’m warning you, keep your distance from male actors when filming."

Hua Tiantian was about to jump up, "Meng Yan, this is work for me, I haven’t been fooling around with male actors. Don’t put an undeserved label on me; I’m not someone you can label as you please."

Meng Yan took out a notebook, opened it with elegance, and pointed to a document. It was a promotional photo of her and the male lead. Hua Tiantian, indignant, suddenly put down the hairdryer, "This is work! We’re just taking promotional photos, nothing else, you’re meddling too much!"

Meng Yan was born to be the kind of person who could have anything he wanted, never having faced anyone yelling at him before. People around them exchanged glances and automatically moved three feet away to avoid being caught in their crossfire.

Hua Tiantian, like a fluffed-up rooster, glared at him irritably.

She was innocent, how did she turn into someone fooling around with men in Meng Yan’s words!

She saw Meng Yan calmly standing nearby, upright like a lamppost, and felt infuriated.

"Do promotional photos need to be so intimate?" Meng Yan was oblivious to the jealousy in his voice.

"Meng Yan, it’s a publicity stunt," Hua Tiantian couldn’t help but call him by his full name, her small face full of dissatisfaction with him.

"I’m the investor in your next film, do you have any awareness as an actress?" Meng Yan’s eyebrows furrowed into a straight line.

"So what if you’re an investor? I hate people like you who bully others just because you have money!"

Her fondness for Meng Yan vanished. Strangely, she had found him quite pleasant just now, but now he was just unbearable, wishing she could shove him into the ground.

Meng Yan’s face suddenly darkened, and he turned to leave the lounge, with the other three quickly following him.

The assistant saw something off in Meng Yan’s expression and jogged over to Hua Tiantian, "Tian Tian, President Meng came to see you with good intentions, why did you upset him?"

Hua Tiantian rolled her eyes irritably, "Didn’t you hear him? He came to see how my acting is and plans to invest in my next film."

Seeing the text message he sent had initially made her happy, but in the blink of an eye, Meng Yan’s attitude was heart-wrenching.

In the following days, Meng Yan indeed didn’t come to the set. He adopted a hands-off approach toward her, and Hua Tiantian thought it was just as well, preventing him from meddling. He’s nobody to her!

Thinking about this, Hua Tiantian became increasingly unhappy.

Meng Yan stood at the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the hustle and bustle of the City below.

The office was decorated simply, in a typical European style, with all decor spotlessly clean. The shelves held vases bought at a high price from the French literary period, rich in color and full of romantic French sentiment under the reflection of the setting sun.

Dressed in a concise professional outfit, his secretary gently reminded him, "President Meng, today we need to attend a charity dinner."

Meng Yan replied with a blank expression, "Arrange for a female companion for me."

"Okay," the secretary answered softly.