As Meng Nianchu came out of the dressing room, she saw Meng Rong throwing punches.
She walked up to the two of them. Cui Lei said aggrievedly, "I accidentally soiled the clothes we're supposed to change into later. What should I do? I didn't mean to."
Following her gaze, Meng Nianchu saw the clothes under Meng Rong's feet. She squatted down and grabbed the corner of the clothes. Meng Rong snorted and moved her foot away.
"Don't think you're so great just because you've acted in a play. I'm the leading actress, and you're just the second female lead! No matter how well you act, what's the use?"
Meng Nianchu picked up the clothes and patted the dust off. After much effort, the stains on the clothes still wouldn't go away.
Cui Lei's little hands were clutching the edge of her pants, looking full of guilt. "It's all my fault. I wasn't careful and made it like this."
"Never mind." Meng Nianchu patted her on the shoulder consolingly. "We can just change into another set of clothes. It's just your face..."
"I'm fine! Can we really change the clothes?"
"Of course we can. The play hasn't started shooting yet. No one will notice if we change them temporarily."
Cui Lei stopped crying and smiled.
Watching Meng Nianchu's gentle act, Meng Rong felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart. "Stop pretending to be kind! You're so fake!"
"Have you had enough of throwing your tantrums?" Meng Nianchu cast a cold glance at her, her eyes filled with coldness. "You're the eldest miss of the Meng family after all. It's so unbecoming to be making such a scene in front of so many people."
"If you don't want to be laughed at, just shut up."
Meng Rong was gasping for breath, her eyes ablaze with anger. Meng Nianchu didn't want to fight with her. She asked Cui Lei to take her to the dressing room to find a suitable set of clothes.
"What are you looking at!"
Like a raging tigress, the on - lookers didn't dare to stay any longer. They scattered in an instant and went back to their own business.
Meng Rong's bad temper was well - known in the crew. Now that she had bullied someone in broad daylight, this label was firmly attached to her. Someone even posted this news online, causing quite a stir.
"A bunch of worms who only dare to scold behind their phones! If you were in front of me, let's see if you'd still dare!"
During the noon break, Meng Rong was flipping through her phone. Seeing the comments about her online, she gritted her teeth in anger.
Some actors passed by and murmured that they saw a luxury car parked at the entrance of the crew.
Meng Rong looked in the direction of the entrance. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked towards the approaching man.
"Junze, why are you here?"
She coyly put her hands behind her back.
Mu Junze scanned the surroundings, looking for Meng Nianchu's figure.
Seeing the thermos box in his hand, Meng Rong directly snatched it and unscrewed the lid. The fragrant smell of chicken soup wafted out. She exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
"I didn't eat enough at noon. You came just in time, Junze."
Without giving Mu Junze a chance to take it back, Meng Rong walked back to the small table, picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful. Seeing her actions, Mu Junze's aura grew colder.
Unfortunately, Meng Rong didn't notice and ate with great satisfaction.
"This must be made by you, Junze. Your cooking skills are still as good as ever. Once I've eaten the food you make, I can't even eat others' food."
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly. Everyone wasn't stupid. Meng Rong's actions were so obvious that it was impossible not to understand.
Everyone held their breath, concentrating on watching a good show.
After Meng Rong finished a small bowl, she jumped cutely to Mu Junze's side, poked his arm with her index finger, and said with a smile, "Are you busy with the company's affairs?"
Mu Junze took two big steps back to keep a distance. Then he quickly scanned the surroundings again, but still didn't see the person he wanted to see.
Meng Rong knew he was looking for Meng Nianchu, so she continued as he wished, "I know where Nianchu is."
Mu Junze stared at her intently, his face gloomy.
"Come with me." Meng Rong sat on her resting chair and patted the other chair beside her.
Mu Junze thought for a moment and sat down.
Meng Rong poured water for Mu Junze. Her upper body leaned towards Mu Junze intentionally or unintentionally. "I heard from Dad that there's a very serious problem with your company's project. You've been so busy these days. You looked more energetic the other day when I saw you. You should pay more attention to rest."
"Where's Nianchu?"
Mu Junze looked at her without any emotion.
Meng Rong smiled sweetly and moved her red lips close to his ear. "Don't you miss me at all?"
In less than a second, Mu Junze's face darkened. He instantly pushed her away.
In this short moment, a man in the crowd still managed to secretly take a photo. He quietly retreated without being noticed.
"Junze." Meng Rong called out softly.
"Don't ever do this again!" Mu Junze left the crew with a dark face, taking long strides.
The chicken soup in the thermos was still steaming. Meng Rong burst out laughing.
The photo of Meng Rong openly showing her affection for Mu Junze was somehow posted online. The news spread like wildfire and appeared on the hot search list with the most eye - catching title within half an hour.
Far from being angry, Meng Rong was secretly delighted.
When Meng Nianchu and Cui Lei returned to the crew, the envious looks they used to receive had turned into looks of sympathy.
"Is there something on my face?"
"No."
Meng Nianchu felt goosebumps all over her body because of their looks. She quickened her pace and wanted to enter the dressing room quickly. At this time, Meng Rong's brisk voice rang in her ear.
"You've been out for a long time and haven't eaten yet, right?"
Meng Nianchu turned to look. Before her eyes could fully fall on Meng Rong's proud face, she was attracted by the thermos on the table.
She narrowed her eyes and remembered that this was the thermos she had bought for Shang Ting some time ago.
"The taste of this chicken soup is really good. It's worthy of being made by him."
Meng Rong showed off triumphantly. Right in front of Meng Nianchu, she used the thermos bought by Meng Nianchu and drank the chicken soup made by Meng Nianchu's husband.
Some of the on - lookers sitting nearby couldn't help but whisper angrily, "This woman is so shameless!"
"She's trying to seduce her brother - in - law and is so bold. I really don't know whether to say she has a thick skin or is just shameless."
"No normal person would do such a thing."