Han Jingyun was still at the hotel handling work and had not been at the scene at all.

Seeing that Huo Junfeng clearly had no intention of letting the matter go, the crew members rushed to show him how Han Jingyun had been targeting He Yanzi throughout the shoot.

As the female lead, He Yanzi should theoretically have had the most scenes—and should have been the first to film.

But after Han Jingyun gave the order, all of He Yanzi’s scenes were delayed whenever possible.

Daytime scenes were tolerable, but night scenes were always postponed to the very last moment, forcing He Yanzi to film through the night.

Moreover, whenever a scene involved He Yanzi, Han Jingyun would stand in front of the monitor, watching her performance.

The director carefully observed Huo Junfeng’s expression and said cautiously,
“President Han is one of the investors. If she wants to watch, we don’t really have grounds to stop her. Before, we didn’t know about her relationship with Miss He. Now that we do, her constant presence behind the monitor—along with her ambiguous, mocking laughter—has made things difficult. Miss He has a strong mindset and isn’t easily affected, but we often have to reshoot or add scenes because of President Han’s comments.”

“She also praised Miss He as the most dedicated actress and insisted she not use a stunt double. Up to this point in filming, Miss He hasn’t used a double even once. Some scenes should absolutely have been done by stunt performers due to the life-threatening risks, yet Miss He did them herself. There was even a car chase scene where she was almost hit…”

Huo Junfeng stared at the charred, smoke-blackened accident site left by the explosion and couldn’t help thinking that under normal circumstances, Yanyan would never have been involved in such a dangerous explosion scene.

No— even if she were willing, he would never have allowed her to film something this dangerous.

No, no, no. She had been kidnapped as a child and was left with severe psychological trauma. If a script like this had ever been sent to them before, he would have rejected it outright—he wouldn’t even have let Yanyan know about it.

It was him.
He was the one who forced her to take this role.
He personally sent her to this production crew.

If Yanyan really died… then it would be his own hands that had driven her onto a dead-end road.

Huo Junfeng suddenly slammed his fist hard into the wall.

Amid the startled cries, fresh blood streamed down the wall from his right hand.

He shook off the people who rushed over to bandage him and looked at the director.
“Is there anything else?”

The director froze for a moment before understanding what Huo Junfeng meant. He immediately waved over the on-set director and the assistant director.

The assistant director lowered his head and said,
“President Han instructed me on the first day not to give Miss He overly good meals. She said Miss He was here to train herself and overcome her psychological barriers.”

Huo Junfeng’s heart twisted painfully.

He thought of He Yanzi as a child—round-faced like a soft little dumpling, irresistibly adorable. Anyone who saw her felt their heart melt and wanted to offer her the very best in the world.

Not just her father—everyone in the He household adored her. Even when she went out with him, a street vendor selling sweet drinks would carefully wipe the condensation off the cup before handing it to her.

Everything he ever gave her had always been the best.

Her stomach had always been extremely delicate. Eating anything unclean would cause vomiting and diarrhea.

And now, after being “specifically instructed that the food need not be good”…

What had she been eating all this time?

When she ate, did she feel wronged? Sad?
Did she blame him?

Huo Junfeng suddenly didn’t dare to think any further.

He looked deeply at the assistant director and asked in a low voice,
“What else?”

The assistant director wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“President Han also specifically instructed that Miss He’s costumes should be old whenever possible. Miss He has many scenes involving rolling on the ground and rough action, so the styling often requires dirty clothing and a messy appearance. She’s been wearing genuinely dirty costumes…”

Huo Junfeng was not a capitalist detached from reality. On the contrary, because He Yanzi wanted to be an actress, he had taken the time to understand the industry.

Most costumes used on set are reused repeatedly.

They’re taken out to be worn through wind, rain, sun, and dust—then stuffed back into storage trunks when not in use.

Huo Junfeng remembered seeing for himself costumes pulled out of boxes—moldy, rancid, and foul-smelling.

His heart ached so badly he could barely remain standing.

Yanyan’s skin was so delicate. Would she develop allergies from wearing those clothes? Would she feel uncomfortable?

At that moment, Han Jingyun arrived.

“President Huo, why are you here? What happened? I heard there was an accident on set?”

Huo Junfeng looked at her, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“Han Jingyun, I hear you’ve been working very hard on set lately. Handling many things personally?”

Han Jingyun froze for a moment, then smiled.
“As I should. I know you want to teach Miss He to grow up. Since I agreed to help, of course I would give it my all.”

Huo Junfeng laughed in fury.
“Very good. I will investigate exactly how you’ve been ‘giving it your all.’”

Han Jingyun’s expression subtly changed.

Huo Junfeng continued,
“This explosion had better have nothing to do with you.”

Before his words had fully settled, his phone vibrated twice.

He lowered his head.
New email received.
Sender: Yanyan.

His hands trembled as he opened it immediately.

The email contained several unnamed audio and video files.

Huo Junfeng tapped on an audio clip.

Han Jingyun’s mocking voice rang out from the phone:
“I’m Junfeng’s closest confidante—we can talk about anything. We’re the same age, a perfect match. He Yanzi, what right do you have to occupy the position of Mrs. Huo? Because you’re younger? Because you know how to cry and act cute?”

Han Jingyun’s face drained of color.

Huo Junfeng looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade.
“Han. Jing. Yun. How dare you? ”