Chapter 136 The Controlling Actor 18 (1/2)

Zi Xi thought that the conversation that day had brought the matter to an end, but she clearly underestimated Mo Jinnian's ability to act.

The atmosphere on the first day of filming for the new movie was exceptionally lively.

As soon as Zi Xi entered the photography studio, she noticed that the staff members were gathered in twos and threes, occasionally glancing in a certain direction with meaningful smiles on their faces.

Following everyone's gaze, they saw Mo Jinnian leisurely leaning against her recliner.

His impeccably tailored black suit seemed out of place amidst the busy atmosphere on set, yet he incongruously held her favorite caramel macchiato in his hands.

"Didn't you say you were having a meeting in S City today?"

Zi Xi raised an eyebrow and approached.

It wasn't until we got to know each other that I realized Mo Jinnian's family business was huge, and he had to go to the company for meetings from time to time.

"The meeting ended early."

"Try it, adjust the proportions to your liking."

He straightened up and handed her the coffee; the water droplets condensed on the cup fell precisely onto her fingertips.

Just as Zi Xi took the coffee, she caught a glimpse of a camera shutter clicking in the corner.

Several paparazzi were hiding behind a prop box, snapping photos frantically. She immediately realized that this was not a simple set visit, but a carefully planned declaration of sovereignty.

As expected, during the lunch break, #MoJinnianStaresAtWifeOnSet# had already become a trending topic. The comment section was buzzing with activity:

[Mr. Mo isn't just visiting the set; he's clearly here to mark his territory.]

Where did the aloof movie star go? Who is this pervert?

[Although... the way he looked at Zi Xi was so swoon-worthy.]

Zi Xi was scrolling through her phone while Mo Jinnian was intently peeling an orange beside her.

His slender fingers deftly tore away the white veins, as if the online discussions had nothing to do with him.

"Intentional?"

Zi Xi lightly touched his arm with her fingers.

"Um."

"I want everyone to know that you are mine."

He readily admitted it and offered her a segment of orange to her lips.

This man, who is usually reserved in front of the camera, now had an undisguised possessiveness surging in his eyes.

Zi Xi suddenly remembered their first meeting, when Mo Jin Nian had already melted into spring water in her presence.

"Teacher Mo, please stop using your supernatural powers."

"Your public image has collapsed so much that even your fans can't recognize you."

She deliberately put on a stern face.

"So what?"

"I only care about your opinion."

He chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing against her lips.

The lights on set suddenly dimmed, in preparation for filming the next scene.

In the dimming light, Zi Xi quietly grasped the hand that was playing with her face.

The lights at the charity gala were so dazzling that Zi Xi could still see the afterimages of the flashes when she got home.

She had just pushed open the entryway door and hadn't even had a chance to turn on the light when she was slammed against the door by an irresistible force.

"Mmm...uh..."

Her gasp was swallowed by her hot breath.

Mo Jinnian grabbed her wrist with one hand and lifted it above his head, while using the other hand to pinch her chin and accurately capture her lips in the darkness.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, carrying the intensity of strong liquor and the pent-up anger of the entire night.

He touched you!

When their lips parted, Mo Jinnian's voice was hoarse beyond recognition. His thumb pressed heavily against her lower lip, as if trying to erase some non-existent trace.

Zi Xi then realized what he was talking about.

The French CEO did indeed offer her a gentlemanly helping hand at the dinner, but that was nothing more than normal social etiquette.

"It's just socializing..."

Her words were interrupted by a sudden kiss on her neck.

Mo Jinnian's canine teeth gently rubbed against her throbbing pulse, and his warm hands firmly held her waist, the very spot where someone else had touched her tonight.