Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 325: Chapter 322 Chapter 325: Chapter 322 This man’s gaze frequently landed on her.

At first, he had managed to restrain himself, but his gaze soon became increasingly bold.

After Wen Xian’s words fell, Li Xun also smiled and chimed in:
“Yes, yes, indeed, we naturally know things aren’t that simple, rather tricky, which is why we made a point to meet up with you, Mr. Lun, as everyone here is friends, and anything can be discussed.”

Li Xun was all smiles on the surface, but in his mind, he truly wanted to curse.

This Lu fellow was indeed no good, always playing the difficulty card one way or another–wasn’t he just trying to wring some benefits from them?

Except their film was an ecological conservation one aiming for international awards, not a big box office hit.

If the film were to screen in cinemas, even with the appearance of the National Goddess Wen Xian, he had no idea if such a niche genre would be to everyone’s liking, so the potential sales were not even a consideration.

Upon hearing this, Lun Tao laughed again, but just as he slowly began to speak, he suddenly turned to Wen Xian and said:
“Ms. big star Wen, you’ve just arrived in Beijing, right? Have you booked a hotel yet? It’s hard being in an unfamiliar place, do you need me to book a hotel for you? Then we can find a time to let me review this film properly, and who knows, it might just pass the inspection.”

With these words,
everyone present was momentarily stunned.

The only one left undisturbed was the tea maiden kneeling on the side on her straw mat, elegantly and slowly making tea and warming the cups,
as if she hadn’t understood a thing.

Indeed, if one didn’t ponder deeply, the words sounded like ordinary concern for a distant guest.

But at this moment, among these shrewd people, those words were akin to some secret code, with hidden insinuations everywhere.

Li Xun’s expression turned ugly.

This man was truly overstepping, daring to speak such words in front of so many people.

It seemed he didn’t care at all about Wen Xian and their presence.

For a while, the atmosphere in the private room grew slightly tense, and people’s gazes occasionally turned towards Wen Xian.

However, she was neither angry nor annoyed, instead, her lips curled into a smile.

Wen Xian took the teapot and cup from one of the tea maidens, her delicate fingers holding the celadon cup made for a very pretty picture.

She skillfully poured the tea into the fair cup, then unhurriedly into the celadon cups, finally rising slightly, with an indifferent air of offering tea:
“Mr. Lun, thank you for your concern, but I do have some relatives here, so please don’t trouble yourself.”

Anyone with discernment could see that Wen Xian was intentionally giving him a way out for the sake of the bigger picture.

After all, she was a top-tier actress and currently the ambassador for the National Animal Association, anyone with a bit of sense would offer her at least a little face.

But the man named Lun took a deliberately meaningful tone and said:
“Family? What family? As far as I know, Ms. big star Wen, you have a father who’s fond of gambling, right? So, when did they move to Beijing?”

As he said this, he paused, then smiled slightly and added, “Or is it that your new Qinghai boyfriend is actually a Beijinger?”

Only after these words did he go to take the cup of tea from Wen Xian’s hand.

But his hand deliberately brushed over her fingers.

Then, the next second–
“Ah–!”

The scalding tea was strategically tipped over by Wen Xian in mid-air, splattering onto his face, neck, and body–