Chapter 82:
Chapter 82: I’ll Handle It
Yan Zhixu turned slightly, looking up to see the man who had supposedly left now standing before her again.
Nan Yuanxi strode to her side, rolling up the sleeves of his suit to reveal taut muscles and sleek, powerful lines that hinted at immense strength.
Even without tilting his perfectly chiseled jaw, his contempt was unmistakable.
"Director Nan…" Producer Lin's expression darkened as he reluctantly lowered his head in submission.
Nan Yuanxi held significant sway in the industry, his network extensive and his connections numerous—even major investors treated him with respect.
This was a man Producer Lin absolutely could not afford to offend.
Nan Yuanxi ignored him entirely, his gaze cold and hard as it locked onto Yan Zhixu. His tone carried sharp disapproval. "Stunned? Threatened and just took it? Who taught you that?"
The menace in his demeanor intensified. "Whatever he threatened you with, pay him back double. If anything happens, I’ll take care of it for you!"
He had only one niece, and there was no way he’d let anyone—especially small fry—bully her.
Yan Zhixu lazily raised her hand and stepped forward.
Producer Lin braced himself for a slap, shamefully squeezing his eyes shut.
A few seconds passed, but the expected sting never came.
“Smack—”
Yan Zhixu’s hand landed on his shoulder instead, a seemingly light pat that carried enough force to make his face twist in pain.
Brushing off imaginary dust from his shoulder, she smirked, her voice dropping to a whisper only the two of them could hear. "That perfume is 'Morning Sunshine' by C-brand. Gu Jiaying has always used that one."
Producer Lin’s pupils contracted violently, his shock evident. Had she deduced his affair with Gu Jiaying from a single whiff of perfume?
Without waiting for a response, she withdrew her hand.
Yan Zhixu flicked her wrist nonchalantly, her tone casual yet deliberate. "No need for you to step in. I doubt Producer Lin would find such a trivial matter worth troubling over."
The astonishment in Producer Lin's eyes faded as he forced an awkward smile, doing his best to appear sincere. "Of course, of course, it was all just a misunderstanding."
Nan Yuanxi’s gaze grew colder.
The respect—or rather fear—in Producer Lin’s eyes shifted, no longer directed at Nan Yuanxi but at Yan Zhixu herself.
He nodded stiffly toward Nan Yuanxi. "Since it's a misunderstanding, I’ll take my leave. Thank you for your patience."
Nan Yuanxi shot him a cutting glare. "Then why are you still here? Do you need an invitation to leave?"
“Yes, yes, I’m leaving now.” Producer Lin turned and briskly walked away, wiping the sweat that had gathered on his forehead.
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Damn it, who started the rumor about her being a brainless beauty?
Someone who could infer so much from a scent was anything but a mere vase.
As he bolted from the scene, Nan Yuanxi turned to his nonchalant niece. "What did you say to him just now?"
Yan Zhixu raised her hand, stifling a yawn behind it. A few seconds later, she lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze indifferent. "I told him his wife’s calling him home for dinner."
Nan Yuanxi arched a brow, catching the veiled meaning in her words, and let out a cold chuckle.
He reached out and, with a hint of roughness, ruffled her hair, his tone laced with mild disdain. "Next time someone tries to bully you, tell your little uncle. No matter who it is, I’ll stand up for you."
A warmth bloomed in Yan Zhixu’s heart.
Having transmigrated into this entertainment world, she had always refused her little uncle's help, feeling it would undermine her efforts and deny her competence.
Because of this, their relationship had grown distant, and she had even gone as far as to cut ties with him unilaterally.
“I know, but do you really think anyone would dare bully me?”
Yan Zhixu tapped the bridge of her nose, exuding a mischievous air that was far from the image of a typical female celebrity.
Nan Yuanxi chuckled deeply. "Hmm, no one would dare to mess with our little fox."
Seeing her jesting mood, Nan Yuanxi felt reassured. It seemed his niece was no longer angry with him.
(End of Chapter)
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