Jiang Siming's car arrived at the film set, where Yin Enhui had already been waiting for quite some time. She naturally knew what had happened yesterday.
So she had made thorough preparations and arranged quite a few security personnel, blocking all the reporters who wanted to sneak in. They could forget about entering.
When Yin Enhui saw the scratches on Jiang Siming's car, she teased, "The price of stealing Yoona away was painful, huh?"
Jiang Siming got out of the car and laughed. "What's the big deal? If scratching one car could win me a Korean goddess, I wouldn't mind using another one of my beloved cars to win you over too."
Yin Enhui blushed at that and shot Jiang Siming a look with her beautiful eyes, but her voice carried a hint of delight. "I'm a thirty-year-old old woman. You'd still want me?"
Jiang Siming laughed heartily and walked over to put an arm around Yin Enhui's waist.
"Who said you're an old woman? Have you ever seen such a beautiful old woman? Besides, what's wrong with being a little older? There's a saying in China: 'A woman three years older is worth a gold brick.' You're only five years older than me, so that's one and a half gold bricks. I'm making a huge profit."
Although she was over thirty, Yin Enhui still took excellent care of herself. There wasn't a trace of excess fat around her waist, and her body was incredibly supple.
When Jiang Siming touched her, Yin Enhui's body inexplicably went numb. A long-lost feeling surged through her, subtle and ambiguous.
Yin Enhui pretended to remain calm and did not push Jiang Siming away. Instead, she boldly placed a hand on his abdomen and teased, "Can you even handle it? You probably couldn't satisfy Yoona,