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My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious

Chapter 549 - 469: Does it Feel Good to Slap the Face?

Author: Su Shijin
updatedAt: 2026-04-03

CHAPTER 549: CHAPTER 469: DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO SLAP THE FACE?

The next day, Qin Miaomiao indeed sent three or four lawyers over. The lineup was quite intimidating. The director originally thought Xu Jiaojiao was just a pushover, completely unsteady. Even Yao Guang Entertainment, from its establishment until now, hadn’t been around for long and had only produced two relatively popular shows. In the entertainment industry, they hadn’t gained a solid foothold yet.

Besides, even though Xu Jiaojiao had skyrocketed to fame, who would really tear into a production team for the sake of an actor? Most people would choose to swallow their pride and move on.

After all, no one wants to get involved in trouble.

The lawyer team Qin Miaomiao hired was top-tier. After one round of negotiations, the director was soaked in a cold sweat.

If they really terminated the contract, he would have to pay an enormous penalty!

How could he possibly accept that?

Especially since, if this incident spread, it would be bad for the production team. Selling the show later on would definitely encounter issues.

After thinking it through, he decided to return the money to the other party.

Mo Wenwan was shocked and called him directly:

"Director Zhou, what’s the meaning of this?"

"I can’t handle this. They’ve already brought in a lawyer team. If I arbitrarily cut down Xu Jiaojiao’s scenes, I’ll still have to pay a substantial part of the breach-of-contract fees."

"Director Zhou, one must keep their word. If you’ve agreed to something, you must follow through."

But at that moment, the director wanted nothing more than to rid himself of this burning-hot potato: "Go find someone else if you want—I’m not getting involved in this, no way."

With that, he hung up directly. Mo Wenwan was furious, nearly breaking down—how could this person be so unreliable!

But soon, she calmed herself. Not being able to deal with Xu Jiaojiao for the time being didn’t matter. Anyway, Qin Miaomiao’s company was probably already in chaos.

After all, with a new film about to begin shooting, the lead actor they’d been negotiating with had ditched them, the director was gone, and signed artists were nowhere to be found. Let’s see how she plans to keep this show running!

Three days later, Yao Guang Entertainment’s official Weibo account released an announcement.

Film: "Back to 1980"

Director: Zhao Qian

Starring: Rong Lan, Zhao Qing

Screenwriter: Zhao Qian

Producer: Qin Miaomiao.

The moment this news broke, the entertainment industry erupted once again!

"Emperor Rong paired with Film Queen Zhao? Oh my god, I absolutely love this combo!"

"Zhao Qing isn’t just any film queen. She’s won at Cannes!"

"Oh my god, this pairing—it’s like my inner fangirl is exploding with joy!"

"Wait, aren’t you guys noticing something? Genius director Zhao Qian is part of this too, and he’s amazing!"

"Exactly! Director Zhao may have shot only two films, but the first one made him famous, even winning Best Film at Berlin. The second one narrowly missed an Oscar, but still, Director Zhao is so bold. He’s been silent for over three years, refusing to make any films. I can’t believe President Qin managed to bring him back."

"There are rumors online that President Qin had her talents poached—some of the artists she’d signed were snatched away. Also, the script she was originally going to shoot isn’t even this one."

"Seems like someone here knows a lot. Care to spill a little more?"

"Some things can’t be discussed in detail. In any case, there’s a good show to watch coming up."

"I don’t fully get it, but it’s amazing no matter what. President Qin always surprises us. She’s absolutely awesome!"

In the office, Rong Lan stood before Qin Miaomiao. His face was stunning, almost otherworldly, with an unnerving beauty. His fingernails had a faint purplish hue.

He seemed gloomier than before, his gaze carrying an air of indifference, devoid of the warmth with which he used to look at her.

Qin Miaomiao looked deeply at him. "Thank you for coming back."

"I came back only because the script moved me."

"Whatever the reason, thank you."

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