Chapter 310: Shen Anyu Arrives and Launches a Dimensionality Reduction Attack!
Lu Xiuhan heard this, looked deeply at Fan Lei, and said:
"If the matter is true, then I will naturally punish Wen Feifei severely and completely blacklist her, but I cannot wrong a good person."
His voice was calm, carrying the weight of authority that silenced the murmurs on the set. As the CEO of the Lu Corporation, his word was law here.
At this point, Lu Xiuhan looked at Wen Feifei. His gaze was searching, hoping to find a flicker of guilt that would justify the accusations, or the fierce innocence he had come to admire.
Wen Feifei's pretty face flushed with anger, her small fists clenched at her sides. She stood alone in the center of the set, surrounded by accusing eyes, feeling like a lamb thrown to the wolves.
"I didn't steal anything, absolutely not," she stated, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed rage.
Fan Lei, standing opposite her with arms crossed and a smirk playing on her red lips, said disdainfully:
"You say you didn't steal it, so you didn't steal it? Words are cheap, sweetie. You must be searched!"
She had already hidden the diamond necklace in a hidden compartment of Wen Feifei's bag during the lunch break. As long as it was searched, Wen Feifei would be caught red-handed. The evidence would be irrefutable. Wen Feifei would be completely finished in the entertainment industry.
The thought of this made Fan Lei even more smug. She flipped her long, wavy hair, enjoying the show.
"That was a jewelry necklace I spent over a million on. It's a limited edition from Cartier! When I took it out to show off earlier, I noticed your expression, Feifei, was off. You were staring at it with such greed. You must have had ill intentions then!"
Under Fan Lei's aggressive accusations, the crew members looked at Wen Feifei with increasing disdain. Whispers filled the air like buzzing flies.
"I knew she was trouble. Just an extra who got lucky."
"Yeah, probably slept her way into a role, and now she's stealing?"
"Disgusting. She looks so innocent, but it's all an act."
Lu Xiuhan frowned slightly, about to speak. He felt an instinctive urge to defend Wen Feifei. She had a stubborn pride that he found intriguing. If she were a woman who coveted fame and fortune, she wouldn't have been indifferent to his pursuit for the past few weeks. But as a CEO, he couldn't speak without evidence.
Wen Feifei bit her lip in anger, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She grabbed her canvas bag, ready to empty everything onto the floor to prove her innocence, even though it felt like stripping her dignity bare.
Just then, a calm, magnetic voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a sharp blade.
"A jewelry necklace worth over a million? Does that kind of trinket even warrant Feifei's attention?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that made everyone freeze.
Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, a young man stepped forward from the shadows of the studio entrance.
He was dressed in a bespoke charcoal-grey suit that fit his tall, lean frame perfectly. His features were sculpted like a work of art—sharp brows, deep eyes, and a nose that defined nobility. He walked with an easy grace, yet every step seemed to shake the ground beneath him.
It was naturally Young Master Shen, Shen Anyu.
"Who are you? Unrelated people are not allowed to enter the film set casually!"
A production assistant, trying to enforce the rules, immediately stepped forward to stop him.
But Shen Anyu didn't even slow down. He simply glanced at the staff member.
It was a look devoid of emotion, cold and indifferent, like a dragon looking at an ant. An invisible pressure, heavy as a mountain, descended upon the staff member. His legs turned to jelly, his mind went blank, and he was stunned in place, unable to utter a single syllable.
Watching the handsome man stride into the film set as if he owned the very air they breathed, Lu Xiuhan's expression became stern. He signaled his bodyguards to intercept.
This was a film set that Lu Corporation had invested five hundred million Yuan in. It was a closed set. What kind of impression would it give if miscellaneous people could just walk in and disrupt the shoot? If anything was damaged, the loss would be even greater.
"Halt!" Lu Xiuhan commanded.
"Wait... this person is..."
When Lu Xiuhan saw the handsome man's face clearly under the bright studio lights, his stern expression shattered. His pupils dilated, and a chill ran down his spine.
"It's actually him?"
Lu Xiuhan's heart skipped a beat. He recognized this man. Anyone in the upper echelons of Yanxia's elite society would recognize him. The Young Master of the Shen Family. The apex predator of the capital.
Wen Feifei also widened her starry eyes, looking incredulously at Shen Anyu, who was stepping towards her. The crowd parted for him instinctively, like the Red Sea before Moses.
Why is he here? she wondered, her heart racing. Is this my lucky star coming to save me again?
She had originally been thinking that she was unlucky lately and wanted to find a way to contact Shen Anyu, but she had no means of contact. He was like a phantom, appearing and disappearing at will.
But now, here he was, walking towards her with a warmth in his eyes that melted the icy humiliation she felt.
"Feifei, such a big thing happened, why didn't you tell me, your boyfriend?"
At this moment, Shen Anyu walked over with a smile, his eyes deep with affection, and said gently. His voice was like a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
Wen Feifei was utterly bewildered. Boyfriend? When did they become a couple? Wasn't Shen Anyu quite rude to her at the badminton court last time, teasing her mercilessly?
But before she could process his words, Shen Anyu acted.
Shen Anyu's next actions made Wen Feifei almost instinctively launch into a Wing Chun defensive stance. But his aura was not threatening; it was protective.
Shen Anyu's large hand directly grasped Wen Feifei's small hand. His grip was firm and warm. He pulled her gently but irresistibly into his embrace.
His broad, strong chest collided with her softness. Wen Feifei's delicate body trembled suddenly. The scent of him—a mix of expensive sandalwood, crisp linen, and pure masculinity—enveloped her senses, drowning out the smell of stale coffee and sweat on the set. She could feel the man's warm breath by her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Just as Wen Feifei was about to struggle out of reflex.
Shen Anyu's gentle voice came from beside her ear, barely a whisper, meant only for her.
"Feifei, I heard you were in trouble and came to help. Now, listen to my arrangements and don't struggle."
"Remember, you are my girlfriend now. Let's cooperate well."
The man's large hand, emboldened by his role, slid down from her back and wrapped possessively around Wen Feifei's slender waist. He pulled her closer, eliminating the gap between them.
Feeling the warmth of Shen Anyu's large hand on her waist, burning through the thin fabric of her costume, Wen Feifei's pretty face instantly flushed crimson. Her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird.
This was her first time being so intimate with a man. And not just any man, but Shen Anyu, a man whose presence demanded submission.
However, knowing that Shen Anyu was there to help her out of a predicament, Wen Feifei stopped resisting. She leaned into him, letting herself be protected. A wave of relief washed over her, so strong it almost brought tears to her eyes.
He truly was her lucky star.
The first time they met, at the Modu Film and Television Academy, when she was being harassed by that sleazy middle-aged director, Jia Quan, it was Shen Anyu who appeared just in time to help her out.
Now, when she was being slandered for stealing a jewelry necklace and facing the ruin of her career, Shen Anyu appeared once again, like a knight in shining Armani armor.
At this moment, Wen Feifei firmly believed in the [Entertainment Domination System]'s claim about her lucky star.
'System, you're right, Shen Anyu is my lucky star! He always appears when I need him most.'
Wen Feifei said excitedly in her heart.
[Entertainment Domination System: ...Cough, cough, Feifei, it's good that you also think he's a lucky star... Host, please maintain your composure. Your heartbeat is exceeding 140 BPM.]
Shen Anyu was also in a good mood, feeling the soft, trembling body in his arms.
[Ding! Daughter of Destiny Wen Feifei's emotional line has undergone a major upheaval. Plundered +100,000 Destiny Points.]
...
Excellent, Shen Anyu thought. Only tens of thousands of Destiny Points left to reach ten million. The system upgrade is imminent.
With his arm around Wen Feifei's slender waist, anchoring her to his side, Shen Anyu turned his gaze to the crowd. His expression shifted instantly from gentle lover to ruthless monarch.
His gaze swept across the entire set, his Aura astonishing. It was a suffocating pressure that made the air feel heavy. The murmurs died instantly. The crew members lowered their heads, afraid to meet his eyes.
"Feifei is my woman," Shen Anyu announced, his voice echoing in the silent studio. "Let alone a jewelry necklace worth over a million, even a necklace worth over ten million... or a hundred million... wouldn't catch her eye. If she wants it, I will buy her the entire jewelry store. It's not worth mentioning."
"So tell me," Shen Anyu's voice dropped an octave, dripping with icy disdain. "How could she steal such trash?"
At this point, Shen Anyu narrowed his eyes at Fan Lei. His gaze was sharp as a scalpel, dissecting her confidence piece by piece.
"You dare to slander my Feifei?"
The question was rhetorical. It was a sentence.
Under Shen Anyu's imposing presence, Fan Lei felt like she was standing naked in a blizzard. Her face turned pale, her makeup unable to hide her fear. She backed away a few steps, her heels clicking nervously on the floor.
She tried to muster her arrogance, puffing out her chest. "Who are you? Such big talk? Do you know who I am? I'm Fan Lei! This is the Lu Corporation's set!"
She looked towards Lu Xiuhan, hoping the CEO would kick this intruder out.
But the next moment, Fan Lei's eyes widened so much they almost popped out of their sockets. Her jaw dropped open in a comical expression of shock.
In the incredulous gazes of Fan Lei and all the crew members present, the usually aloof and domineering President Lu, Lu Xiuhan, the tyrant of the Modu entertainment industry... moved.
He walked quickly towards the intruder. He didn't call security. He didn't yell.
Instead, he stopped three paces in front of Shen Anyu and bowed deeply, his posture full of deference and respect.
"Lu Xiuhan of the Modu Lu Family greets Young Master Shen. Young Master Shen's presence graces Lu Corporation's film and television base with brilliance. It is our utmost honor."
What?
What the hell just happened?
This scene not only stunned Fan Lei but also caused an uproar among everyone in the entire crew. Their brains short-circuited.
The dignified President Lu Xiuhan, who controlled the multi-billion Lu Corporation, the leading figure in the Modu entertainment industry, the man who made A-list stars tremble... actually bowed respectfully to the person who claimed to be Wen Feifei's boyfriend?
This... how is this possible?
Everyone, including Wen Feifei, couldn't believe their eyes. She looked up at Shen Anyu's profile, seeing the calm confidence etched on his face. Just who is he?
One must know that with Lu Xiuhan's status, he was a top-tier rich, handsome, and powerful man. He was capable of conversing with even high-ranking officials with ease and dignity. He was the king of this domain.
Especially since Lu Xiuhan was known for his stern and domineering nature. He never bowed to anyone.
When had such a respectful scene ever occurred?
Young Master Shen?
Recalling Lu Xiuhan's address, Fan Lei's face instantly turned ashen, the color of a dead person. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Shen? The Shen Family of Yanxia? The titans of industry, the hidden dragon of the capital?
No way... could it be that Young Master Shen?
"Xiao Lu, it seems my girlfriend Feifei has been wronged on your set?"
Shen Anyu looked at Lu Xiuhan with a half-smile, embracing Wen Feifei as he spoke. He addressed the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation as 'Xiao Lu'—Little Lu—like he was addressing a junior or a servant.
And Lu Xiuhan didn't even flinch. He accepted it.
Lu Xiuhan looked at Wen Feifei's flushed face and Shen Anyu's large hand on her slender waist. He felt an inexplicable pang in his heart, a sharp, twisting pain of loss. It was as if a treasure he had just discovered was snatched away before he could even reach for it.
But at this moment, Lu Xiuhan couldn't afford to think too much about his heartache. Young Master Shen was a truly important figure who absolutely could not be offended. The Shen Family could crush the Lu Corporation with a snap of their fingers.
Lu Xiuhan immediately straightened up, his face serious, and said with powerful conviction:
"Young Master Shen, I apologize deeply. I was unaware of Miss Wen's identity. I will certainly give you, and Miss Wen Feifei, a satisfactory explanation for this matter."
At this point, Lu Xiuhan turned around. The deference vanished from his face, replaced by a terrifying rage. He glared fiercely at Fan Lei, his eyes promising retribution.
"What's going on, Fan Lei? Speak quickly!"
"Miss Wen Feifei is the girlfriend of the Yanxia Shen Family's Young Master. She possesses wealth that rivals nations! She absolutely could not have stolen your pathetic jewelry necklace!"
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