Chapter 223: Chapter 220: Settle the Score with Her Harshly!
The convoy sped along the highway, and Wen Xian, having just plucked a hair from the tiger’s butt, now dared not act rashly.
Yet her gaze kept drifting toward the vehicles behind her.
Why had they dispatched so many people?
Curious, she voiced her question, “Are you all off to carry out some mission?”
Lu Xiao glanced at her indifferently, “It’s nothing important, just recovering a batch of deer antlers and animal furs.”
Wen Xian arched her eyebrows slightly; of course, she didn’t wish for him to be involved in any dangerous tasks.
At that moment, Lu Xiao seemed to remember something and took the initiative to say, “Right, the police investigated the ‘Calm and Composed’ account and found it was registered with a foreign number, making it hard to trace and inquire.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian’s heart sank instantly.
She couldn’t help but change her expression—if that was the case, they could only rely on interrogating those few people, but if they clamped up and refused to talk, who would know who the behind-the-scenes partner was?
By evening, the vehicles behind had split off from them.
Lu Xiao dropped her off at the film set.
This time she had left suddenly without notifying Huo Qi, who was definitely going to blow his top, but at least they were in the jurisdiction, and she felt more at ease that he wouldn’t wander off.
In the evening, Wen Xian finally arrived at the film crew’s press conference venue.
No sooner had she stepped out of the car than she was pulled away to have her makeup done and change her clothes, without even a chance to say goodbye to Lu Xiao.
This movie’s press conference was also related to a fundraising event.
The filmmakers decided to all the revenue from the movie’s production to animal protection endeavors in the western regions.
Wen Xian was a leading star, and many journalists were there for her.
During the press conference, when Wen Xian as the leading actress was speaking, suddenly a female journalist posed her a question:
“Wen Xian, you’ve previously openly stated that you have a man you admire who is an ordinary person. Did you take part in this movie because of him? Does he live here?”
Clearly, each journalist was eager to break some big news about her.
Wen Xian’s gaze hardened, a trace of chill seeping through her otherwise calm demeanor—she hadn’t expected this person to guess so accurately?
Wasn’t everyone assuming that her admirer was Cheng Dongyuan?
Looking back at the speaking journalist, she offered an official smile, “That’s a personal matter of mine, and I hope the public won’t overly concern themselves with it. I would prefer everyone to focus more on the movie itself.”
Wen Xian skirted around the topic, but the female journalist seemed quite unwilling to let it go, her pupils reflecting a faint light.
She had received some anonymous tips.
The film’s press conference continued, and after Wen Xian finished her talk, she left early. This time her return to the crew was not merely for filming—it was far from that simple.
She had someone to settle a score with!
“Miss Fang, have you seen her?”
In the corridor, Wen Xian stopped a crew member backstage.
The female assistant quickly pointed her in a direction, “Miss Fang, I just saw her heading to the restroom.”
As Wen Xian looked toward that direction, her deep eyes shot forth a flicker of coldness.
The door to the women’s restroom was pushed open, and Wen Xian immediately saw the woman applying makeup at the washbasin.
She wore a white blouse and blue flared pants, exuding an intellectual and gentle demeanor.
On seeing Wen Xian enter, her expression briefly stiffened before she smiled at her, feigning ignorance.
The latter just looked at her, lips curling slightly, and then took a step forward—