The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal
Chapter 212 - 212 212 Simon Appeared

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Simon Appeared Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Simon Appeared Hengzhong Group, conference room, today’s group meeting was convened.

The meeting lasted for seven hours.

By the time it ended, it was already six o’clock in the afternoon.

Sitting at the end of the conference table, Mo Chen’s handsome face was shrouded with a layer of faint fatigue, his slender fingers supporting his forehead.

Bai Junyan walked up to him, “Mr. Mo, I’m going to visit the set of ‘Divine Capital Siege.’ Are you coming? Today, sister Qiao is making a cameo there, and there are already leaks online saying that her ancient costume is particularly beautiful.”

The man looked up at him and a touch of warmth finally appeared on his icy countenance, “Let’s go.”

Then, he stood up and walked toward the meeting room’s door.

Watching his retreating figure, Bai Junyan couldn’t help but sigh to himself: Truly, there is a nemesis for everyone.

…

The set of ‘Divine Capital Siege.’

As the film was primarily financed by Hengzhong Film Company, it was only natural and indeed affirmation for Bai Junyan and Mo Chen to personally visit the set.

Qiao Ruoxin had just finished filming her dance sequence and was changing into another costume.

Once she donned the ethereal ancient costume, her demeanor instantly transformed from the charming and vivacious center of a girl group to a transcendental celestial sister.

Every furrow of her brow and every smile was brimming with devastating allure.

The staff was busy helping her into the complicated layers of the ancient costume.

After changing into the ancient attire, she stepped out of the tent and headed toward the filming site.

The moment Qiao Ruoxin entered the filming site, numerous exclamations erupted around her…

She truly looked… like a goddess descended from heaven.

Mo Chen, standing behind the director’s monitor, glanced up and at the sight of her, his pupils slightly quivered.

It was the first time he saw Little Ghost in an ancient costume, a robe of ink-black color, the chiffon fabric graceful and elegant.

That exquisite little face was naturally cool, but her eye makeup was uniquely enticing. Her long hair flowed freely, and the tassel hairpin seemed ready to fall at any moment.

A thousand graces and a hundred charms, a beauty that brought disaster.

Director Chen couldn’t help laughing, “This is the beauty that could bring disaster to a country, looking like a fairy stepped right out of a painting.”

Even Bai Junyan was taken aback, “Who would have thought she’d suit ancient costumes so well? Director Chen, your costume designer has good taste.”

Filming site.

Qiao Ruoshui was already standing in position, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, with the water sprinkler truck in place, ready to create artificial rain.

The director’s voice came through the on-site microphone, “Ruoxin, when you look back later, make sure your eyes are a bit sadder, and ideally, by the time my first camera angle comes to you, your tears should be able to fall, OK?”

Qiao Ruoxin looked at the director behind the monitor and made an OK gesture.

Then, unavoidably, she saw Mr. Mo’s presence.

She paused for a second and then revealed a shallow smile.

That smile, as if a celestial from a painting had walked out, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Mo Chen’s dark eyes fixed on her, the corners of his mouth lifted, and then his gaze shifted back to the monitor.

The artificial rain began on the set.

Within a bamboo forest, it poured heavily.

Qiao Ruoxin, clad in a robe of ink-black, forlornly walked forward in the rain with an umbrella. The moment she looked back, a tear slid slowly down to her jaw, her eyes pitiful, a true embodiment of a fairy shedding tears.

“Cut! That’s a wrap!”

“This young lady’s crying scene is truly impressive, got it in one shot.” Director Chen breathed a sigh of relief, capturing the effect he wanted on the first try.

Hearing ‘cut,’ Qiao Ruoxin instantly reverted to normal, effortlessly in control.

Her lips curled into a smile, but as she turned to look back at Mo Chen, her smile froze on her face.

Because she saw, not far behind Mo Chen, a man standing like a ghastly and ominous ghost…

It was Simon.

Simon was standing there, smiling gently at her as if to say: Baby, I’ve come to take care of you.