She was acting now, of course.
She acted the part of a nervous, inexperienced actress. It was entirely convincing.
Yan Lixiong was beginning to feel anxious. Beads of cold sweat stood on his brow as he wondered why the woman before him was being such a strait-laced prude. This was an incredible opportunity for her— was she foolish enough to let it slip through her fingers?
He had to convince her to take his offer. How was he supposed to have his way with her otherwise?
Just then, Yi Ling’s voice sounded from outside. “Huanhuan, what are you doing in there? We have to go.”
Yan Huan let out a sigh of relief. She had run out of ideas on how to deal with the disgusting pig before her, and thanked her lucky stars for Yi Ling’s timely intervention.
“Sorry, Mr. Yan, my manager is looking for me.” Without warning, she bowed deeply to Yan Lixiong, who automatically took a step backward to make room. Yan Huan then deftly slipped past him and out the door.
Yan Lixiong quickly turned around and said to Yan Huan, “Ms. Yan, I’ll be waiting for your good news.”
He refused to believe that Yan Huan had passed on such a lucrative opportunity. In his mind, she was just a timid, demure young lady who had not quite figured out what he could offer her. She would look for him once she realized what she was missing out on.
Yes, she’ll definitely come looking for me, he told himself.
He had used this exact same method to have his way with many actresses and celebrities over the years. Each and every one of them had eventually been “persuaded” by him.
It was a win-win situation for everyone involved, after all.
He was convinced that Yan Huan would come around, eventually.
Yan Lixiong suddenly realized something: he had forgotten to give Yan Huan his name card or contact details. How was she going to contact him once she was ready?
But he quickly realized that that was not going to be a problem. He was a famous big-shot; anyone in the production crew would be able to tell Yan Huan how to find him.
He rubbed his belly as he thought of Yan Huan’s exquisite young body: she was like a flower that had just come into bloom. He felt the flames of desire shoot through his entire body, and was vaguely annoyed that he would not be able to “taste” her that day.
But he could afford to wait. He was willing to wait for her, even if it took her one or two years to come around. She would still be young and attractive then.
Outside, Yan Huan grabbed Yi Ling’s hand and quickly walked to the side of the road without saying anything. In the next moment she had already hailed a taxi, bundled Yi Ling inside, and then scooted in after her. Yan Huan’s face was deathly pale; she was afraid that the disgusting pig would run after her and try to stop her from leaving.
She had never met that Yan Fatso before this, but she had heard enough rumors to know what he was like. He was perverted, conceited, and narcissistic. The women he fancied usually took him up on his offer— not because he was in any way charming or appealing, but because the things he offered in return were hard to resist. Everyone in the industry would leap at the opportunity to become famous overnight. It would take considerable will power for no-name actresses who did not have money, connections, experience, or acting skills to walk away from the offer of instant stardom.
She had not expected to receive such “casting couch” offers before she made a name for herself in the industry. She had received a fair number of such offers in her previous life, but by that time she was already a popular actress, and she had turned them all down.
It had happened earlier than expected this time around. She had somehow attracted unwanted attention, despite still being a no-name actress.
“What’s wrong, Huanhuan?” asked Yi Ling tentatively, as soon as they reached the safety of their apartment. She had noticed that something seemed off about Yan Huan, but had not dared to ask her what was wrong during the ride home.
