The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

Chapter 919: 0898 It’s All Her Fault_2

"If only we could capture a photo of them."

"Yeah, forget about this month, we wouldn’t have to worry about our performance for the whole year."

The journalist clutched their camera, not missing any opportunity to take a shot.

Meanwhile, outside the hotel, several luxury cars gradually came to a stop.

Due to the presence of many high officials and dignitaries, as well as nobility, the Li Family had arranged for bodyguards from the start.

Add to that the bodyguards arranged by each family themselves, and the journalists didn’t even have a chance to lift their cameras, let alone take photos.

At this moment, several cars were tightly surrounded by bodyguards.

The first to get out of the car was Mo Shangjie, dressed in a royal blue suit, looking quite flamboyant.

Feng Chiyan, in a black suit, appeared suave and debonair.

Mu Linhao, in a pinstripe suit, seemed every bit the gentleman.

Then it was Song Mianmian, and compared to the men’s formal suits, her attire was very proper, not losing any etiquette while exuding youthful enthusiasm.

Chi Mu and Ye Zhichen followed closely as they got off the car, both appearing indifferent, but in this kind of setting, they seemed very harmonious.

After getting off, Ye Zhichen linked arms with Chi Mu, and their matching attire made Mo Shangjie on the side unable to stop himself from curling his lips.

Next, another car door opened, and Wen Jichen’s tall figure stepped down, clad in a lightweight black over-knee trench coat, enhancing his already slender and elegant frame, making him appear noble, elegant, detached and aloof.

His deep eyes were as cold as a frigid pool, calm like a still lake, as if no one or anything could stir even the slightest ripple or wave within them.

His eyebrows were sharp, his handsome and unparalleled face was cold and ruthless, seeming that to see even a trace of a smile on his face would be both a reward and a luxury.

The other door of the car opened, and a slender figure stepped out.

Her long curly hair hung to her waist, colored ash-gray, with a meticulously painted delicate makeup that perfected her beautiful face.

Also in a black lightweight trench coat, black skinny pants, and over-knee boots, she didn’t flaunt the usual glamorous star look, but appeared quite chic and charming, giving off an aura of cold sophistication.

She looked simple, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person, but this entire outfit was not something an ordinary person could afford.

Simple yet luxurious!

As a lady of the Yin Family and a popular star in the entertainment industry, Yin Xiner never skimps on herself.

Moreover, with Wen Jichen behind her, she wouldn’t even blink over spending on her whims and mood.

At this moment, she smiled gently and walked to Wen Jichen’s side, naturally and skillfully linking arms with him as they approached the others.

Upon seeing Wen Jichen and Yin Xiner appearing together, Ye Zhichen couldn’t help but think of the solitary Ling Qingan.

She rarely met Yin Xiner, but each time, she seemed to be able to see the shadow of Ling Qingan in her.

Clearly, they didn’t resemble each other at all, whether in dress or facial features, there wasn’t a single similarity.

Therefore, when Yin Xiner greeted her, she couldn’t help but be a bit lost in thought.

It wasn’t until the carefree voice of Mo Shangjie came from beside her that she snapped back to reality.

"Oh, shouldn’t Superstar Yin be filming on set? Why are you here?"

"I don’t have many scenes, so I shifted them back a bit. Besides, Jichen got injured, and I wasn’t comfortable with him being here alone."

Yin Xiner smiled slightly, her smile sweet and filled with happiness. noveldrama

Mo Shangjie laughed "haha" twice, indeed nothing serious.

In every movie that Yin Xiner acted in, Wen Jichen was the biggest investor, let alone just pushing back the shooting schedule; even if she didn’t show up on set for a month or two, no one would dare to say a word.

She might be the only star in the entertainment circle who could go on strike when feeling down.

However, when did Wen Jichen get injured?

Mo Shangjie glanced him over from head to toe, finally only seeing his left hand stuck in his pants pocket, with a section of his wrist wrapped in white gauze.

In the black Maybach waiting behind for the cars in front to move, Ling Qingan smiled faintly as she looked ahead, her lips slightly curled without any change from start to finish.

Su Ran sat in the back seat, withdrawing her gaze from Yin Xiner’s happy smile and instead focusing on Ling Qingan.

She could only see her profile, her lips seemingly curling up, appearing quite nonchalant, indifferent and dispassionate.

As the car in front drove away, Qin Feng drove the Maybach up to the hotel’s entrance.

Upon seeing the familiar license plate, Mo Shangjie’s eyes lit up.