As he spoke, he reached for the glass of wine, but Mr. Wu moved it aside.
Mr. Wu looked at him with disdain and said, "Who do you think you are, to think you're qualified to drink this glass of wine for her? Ha, let me tell you, I'm making Ye Mo drink all three glasses of wine today! Otherwise, this isn't over!"
Shen Yan's smile faded, and he said, " Mr. Wu, you're deliberately trying to cause trouble."
"I'm deliberately picking a fight, so what?" Mr. Wu sneered, staring at Ye Mo. "A little starlet who sells herself, pretending to be a virtuous woman, putting on airs and acting high and mighty? Let me tell you, if you don't drink these three glasses of wine today..."
"If I don't drink," Ye Mo said, sitting down in her chair and lifting her eyelids to look at Mr. Wu. "What do you want?"
Mr. Wu was standing, while she was sitting, but her demeanor was in no way inferior to his, showing no sign of weakness; she appeared utterly arrogant.
"... Fine, fine, fine!" Mr. Wu said "fine" three times in a row, his face contorted with anger.
Producer Luo from the film crew came over to mediate, saying, " Mr. Wu, let's talk this out... If Ye Mo has offended you in any way, I apologize to her. She's just a child, please don't hold it against her!"
Mr. Wu sneered. He looked at Producer Luo and said, " Producer Luo, I need to think carefully about my collaboration with your crew. After all, you have a leading lady who doesn't respect investors at all..."
The threatening meaning behind his words was self-evident.
"..." Producer Luo took a deep breath and asked, "Then, Mr. Wu, what do you intend to do?"
"It's simple!" Mr. Wu looked at Ye Mo, a slightly ferocious expression on his face, and said, "Make her drink three cups of wine, then kneel down and apologize to me... Maybe I can reconsider the investment."
"Impossible!" Shen Yan denied it without hesitation. His face was ashen, and he said angrily, "This is absolutely impossible!"
Mr. Wu threatened, "Without my investment, how can you continue filming this drama? Miss Ye, are you really going to let the entire production be put on hold because of you?"
He said that last sentence to Ye Mo.
Ye Mo: "..."
She silently stood up, picked up the full glass of wine, looked at Mr. Wu questioningly, and asked, "You want me to drink three glasses of wine and kneel down to apologize to you? Is that enough?"
Seeing her actions, Mr. Wu thought Ye Mo was about to give in to him, and a hint of pride appeared on his face.
"That's right," he said, "If you're willing to drink these three glasses of wine, kneel down and apologize to me, I might reconsider the investment in your film crew."
Ye Mo nodded, "I understand..."
" Ye Mo!" Ning Aiqi, sitting at another table, looked at her anxiously and asked, " Ye Mo wouldn't really want to do that, would she? That Mr. Wu is clearly just playing with her... Even if she drinks this wine and kneels down to apologize, he might not continue investing!"
The other staff members at the table lowered their voices and said, "There's nothing we can do. Ye Mo offended him... If Ye Mo doesn't do as he says, and he really withdraws his investment, then we, the entire production team, will be letting him down."
This Mr. Wu is clearly forcing Ye Mo to choose between her self-esteem and the entire production crew; it's an outright conspiracy.
In an instant, everyone in the private room turned their attention to Ye Mo, watching to see what choice she would make.
As for Ye Mo, she picked up the glass of wine, and just when everyone thought she had given in and was about to drink it, she raised her hand, held the glass above Mr. Wu's head, and then twisted her wrist, pouring the entire glass of wine onto Mr. Wu's head.
Splash...
The liquor streamed down Mr. Wu's head, flowing past his incredulous eyes.
"I think Mr. Wu should drink this glass of wine himself," Ye Mo said with a smile, his radiant appearance simply captivating.
Mr. Wu suddenly came to his senses, his face contorted with rage, and he immediately began to curse, "You bitch, I'll f*** you... Ah! Ugh... Ugh--"
His insults suddenly turned into a scream, followed by a muffled groan, as Ye Mo grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against a steamed fish on the dining table.
Ye Mo held Mr. Wu's head firmly, and no matter how much he struggled, he was completely unable to move, like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Ye Mo looked down at him and said casually, " Mr. Wu, your mouth smells so bad, why don't you eat some fish to cleanse it?"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Mr. Wu groaned as his face was pressed against the plate. He tried to struggle and get up, but the hand pressing on the back of his head was like an iron arm. No matter how much he struggled, the hand remained unmoved.
Just when Mr. Wu thought he might suffocate from the steamed fish, the hand that was pressing on the back of his head suddenly loosened, and Mr. Wu was finally able to catch his breath.
Mr. Wu, having regained his breathing, gasped for air, coughing violently between breaths. "Huff, huff, cough... I'll f*** you! You filthy bitch!"
He looked up angrily, only to see Ye Mo carefully wiping her right hand fingers with a wet wipe she had received from Shen Yan. Hearing Mr. Wu's voice, she suddenly looked down at him, then turned in one direction and smiled:
"Uncle, someone here is bullying me and even insulting me! You're not going to just ignore this, are you?"
Mr. Wu, who was in a fit of anger, was taken aback—Uncle? Who was she calling?
The rest of the crew, except for Producer Luo, were also completely bewildered and confused—so what was going on? Who was Ye Mo calling "uncle"?
Helped to his feet, Mr. Wu was filled with suspicion and asked warily, "... Who is your uncle?"
" He Mingzhang, Mr. He," Ye Mo said, turning his gaze in one direction, "Like you, Mr. Wu, he's also an investor in our production... Mr. Wu, you should know him."
Following her gaze, everyone looked towards the seat of honor, where a tall, aloof young man sat. He exuded nobility and possessed an extremely strong presence. Even though he wasn't speaking, his presence was undeniable and impossible to ignore.
Mr. Wu swallowed hard.
Ye Mo said he should know He Mingzhang, and he wasn't wrong. He did know He Mingzhang —the head of the He Family, the current leader of the He Group, and an extremely successful investor.
The He Group was already a behemoth, and under the leadership of the young manager He Group He Mingzhang, its assets doubled in just a few years, making it an undisputed business empire.
But now, Ye Mo is saying that He Mingzhang is her uncle?
Mr. Wu looked somewhat flustered, unwilling to believe Ye Mo's words, and chuckled dryly, " Miss Ye, you're really joking. How could Mr. He be your uncle?"
One is surnamed Ye, the other He; they seem completely unrelated. What uncle? This is definitely just this woman putting on an act, trying to pull a big charade!
Mr. Wu kept reassuring himself, as if saying this would make his words come true, but in reality, he had already believed Ye Mo's words.
The He Group had never been involved in the film and television industry before, but this time, He Mingzhang suddenly invested in " The Flowers Fall Throughout the City." Mr. Wu had previously discussed with others whether the He Group also intended to get a share of the entertainment industry.
Hearing Ye Mo's words now, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment—perhaps He Mingzhang invested in the drama " The Flowers Fall Throughout the City " precisely because of Ye Mo, the lead actor?