Chapter 116: No One Is Allowed to Touch My Woman

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Rong Qing gasped for breath, her eyes filled with apology. Beside her, the Hollywood star wore a look of humiliation, his expression more troubled than hers. Finally, he spat out a curse.

“Rong Qing, where’s your acting professionalism? It’s just a kissing scene, yet you’re so repulsed—completely lacking in skill. At this rate, your acting career won’t last long!” Evans was furious, his demeanor as director fully exposed.

At that moment, Huo Lingtian, who had come to visit the set, caught the scene. Damn it! This was the film he had invested in, the money was his, and yet he had hired a bunch of useless actors who dared insult his woman! Now embodying the ferocity of a wolf, whenever it came to Rong Qing, Huo Lingtian lost all reason and became fiercely protective. He pushed aside the staff clinging to him and strode directly onto the set.

Rong Qing bit her lip. This scene was indeed her mistake, but her stubbornness made her clamp down tightly. She sincerely apologized, “Sorry, Director.” She smoothed her costume, preparing to immerse herself back into the role.

Seeing her good attitude, Evans quelled his anger. After all, this Chinese girl had left such a perfect impression before; he couldn’t help but hold her to flawless standards. “Alright—”

The scene played out again before their eyes. Rong Qing’s grasp of the character’s emotions was complete and precise. Though in a passive position, the pride emanating from her took everyone by surprise. Tucker once again grasped Alice’s chin, his gaze fierce yet tinged with longing. Rong Qing, well prepared, suppressed the urge to flee as the unfamiliar scent brushed her face. She endured, accepting his first on-screen kiss.

“!” With a sudden punch, the previously overbearing tribe leader collapsed to the ground. Huo Lingtian’s face darkened, his whole being radiating a bloodthirsty aura. His cold eyes fixed on the man at his feet, chilling to the bone.

Instinctively, Rong Qing was shielded behind him. She saw the veins bulge on his arm. Though he maintained a composed, aloof demeanor, she knew her man was enraged and could make the actor before him vanish without a trace at any moment. Her heart twitched.

“Who are you?!” International director Evans locked eyes with the defiant man before him, feeling crushed beneath his arrogant presence. He quickly judged that this was no one he could provoke.

Step by step, Huo Lingtian approached the fallen man like a grim reaper, terrifying and merciless. Even the strong American had been knocked down without resistance, lying in a mess, staring in terror at the man who seemed ready to tear him apart. Huo Lingtian grabbed his collar with one hand, his expression cold and severe. “Tell me, have you kissed her?”

“N-No... absolutely not. What happened just now... was an accident.” The handsome international star had no choice but to bow to authority. Accident? Are all kissing scenes accidents?

If not for a small hand clutching his collar behind him, Huo Lingtian wouldn’t have so easily spared the man who dared touch his wife. Turning, Huo Lingtian pulled Rong Qing close, wrapping her waist firmly. Half of her body was engulfed by his. Well, to calm the almost-unleashed wild beast, she had no choice but to sacrifice her pride and restore peace to the crew. A noble thought, indeed.

Huo Lingtian approached Director Evans. The old man’s frail figure was overshadowed by his towering presence. No matter how powerful the man was, he was an American and a giant of Hollywood—he would not tolerate a barbarian from the Celestial Empire causing trouble on his set. Evans widened his eyes and planted his hands on his hips to bolster his authority.

“Delete all her kissing scenes or find a double to replace her. Otherwise, this entire production stops.” Huo Lingtian’s tone was imperious.

Yet, facing Evans’s nearly flaring temper, the iron-willed emperor calmly remarked, “I doubt even Vance Hawkins could override my decision.”

Vance? Could it be the legendary figure? Evans’s rage was swallowed whole, burning his insides with frustration yet powerless to act. If this was truly the Hollywood underground emperor, the stakes were enormous. A wrong move could anger the higher-ups and doom his painstakingly crafted production. With resolve, Evans let the young man’s arrogance slide. Humph, this was for the greater good, not because he was outmatched by a brat!

“Hmph, once this scene is done, move on to the next.” Evans barked, the crew eager to see the director reclaim his authority for the Americans. Miraculously, the director’s fury was stifled by a man from the Celestial Empire.

The film editor stared at the ruined footage with tears in his eyes. Oh, dear, if only you had kissed and then punched, it might have been easier. He could edit, but now, what was he to do? Evans’s shout shook him back: “Find a double to replace Rong Qing and splice the two shots together.” No choice; these actors were all big names.

Huo Lingtian swaggered onto the set, watching the filming proceed smoothly. He didn’t question anything, as if the fierce moment had been a fleeting illusion.

After the shoot, Rong Qing changed out of her costume. The crew wrapped up, and Huo Lingtian took her straight home. Evans watched them leave, then quickly dialed a secret number. “Mr. Vance, this is Evans.”

At that moment, the powerful mogul was enjoying a massage at an open-air bath, eyes closed in bliss. His thin lips hummed softly. ‘Evans’? That name sounded familiar, but who was he?

“May I ask, the man who barged onto the set today claiming to be Huo Lingtian from the Celestial Empire seems to know you. He seriously disrupted filming. Does he represent your interests?” Evans’s question was polite yet probing. Many claimed to know the mogul, but few truly represented Vance Hawkins. He wouldn’t allow some minor associate to wreak havoc on his set!

Oh my god! The American tycoon suddenly sat up, wrapping a bath towel around himself and shooing away two overly familiar girls. “What did you do to upset him? I’ve given him three chances already, and you still mess with that big shot? You don’t want to make it in Hollywood, do you?!” Vance blasted the director, shedding his usual elegance. He hadn’t even signed the three-year China smuggling trade deal yet. Damn Evans, stupid Americans, you’re giving me no way out!

The previously composed director turned calm at the tycoon’s furious roar. Damn, I told you, I’m brimming with an overwhelming domineering aura—it turns out he really is an influential international magnate. Stammering, Evans grabbed a few key words. “It was just one scene interrupted by a punch. We never meant to cause trouble.” His explanation only fanned Vance’s fury.

“You actually let Rong Qing do a kissing scene? You, you damn well, your whole family should be ashamed! That’s his precious gem, the apple of his eye. Even a single hair touched or a scratch on her skin would make him miserable for days. You made her kiss another man—isn’t that stabbing Huo Lingtian’s heart?!” Vance couldn’t comprehend the “fish-lipped” human. He had warned them countless times before filming, all wasted!

Hearing this, Evans realized his foolishness. In Hollywood, from superstars to well-connected pretty boys, all obediently followed his script. Coming to China, he stumbled upon such a ‘peculiar’ couple. Finally, he understood the Celestial Empire’s unwavering view on love. Well, he admitted he had truly hit a wall this time. “So... what do we do?”

“Hmph, just pray Huo Lingtian doesn’t throw you into the sea to feed the fish.” Vance sneered before hanging up.

Though Vance ranted more in the call, Evans grasped the essentials. This man, with such deep roots and influence over American entertainment, was no ordinary figure. The priority now was to avoid provoking this titan. Since Huo Lingtian cherished Rong Qing so much, approaching her might be the best breakthrough. Evans finally relaxed with a smile.

Back at the villa, Huo Lingtian took care of Rong Qing thoroughly—inside and out. They were both exhausted by the end, collapsing onto the bed. Rong Qing felt like a little lamb trapped in the lair of a great wolf, pitifully curled up, sticky and sore, utterly uncomfortable.

Yet she dared not protest, noticing the man’s still stern face. She shifted slightly, nestling into the hollow of his shoulder, seeking comfort. She lay softly in his arms, but the usually passionate man was cold and indifferent, ignoring her completely.

Rong Qing boldly placed his large hand on her waist, pressing her soft body against his burning chest. She traced circles on his bronzed skin with her fingers, pouting pitifully as she called, “Husband~ Husband~ Husband~”

At the last syllable, the man finally responded. Seizing the moment, she coquettishly asked, “Are you angry, husband? Jealous?”

Huo Lingtian’s hand tightened on her waist, his dark eyes shining resolutely. He stared at her tender lips for a long time, as if entranced, then asked stubbornly, “Did he touch here?” Though he already knew.

“No.” She obediently shook her head.

In an instant, a fiery tongue slipped into her small mouth, dancing in harmony.