My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 714 - 632: Bullied

"What? Do you have a problem with doing another take?" Huang Shan said arrogantly, looking at Hua Tiantian’s puffed-up, angry expression, showing no intention of backing down. Instead, she snapped coldly, "Don’t think that just because you have connections, you can act however you want on set. I can’t stand people like you."

"Huang Shan, you’re going too far! I haven’t been kept by any old man—those are just rumors, completely false!" Hua Tiantian, already riled up by Huang Shan’s provocations, suddenly lost her patience despite initially wanting to calm things down.

"Who knows what you’ve done behind the scenes? Either way, there’s no smoke without fire. Not only do you act poorly, but you also just sit there glaring at me. Do you really think you’re someone important?"

Huang Shan sneered as she glanced dismissively at Hua Tiantian, then turned around to touch up her makeup.

"One more take, everyone get ready."

Huang Shan glared at Hua Tiantian without a hint of retreat, instead seeming to enjoy the thrill of slapping her. A series of takes all focused on filming slapping scenes.

"Smack! Smack!"

The assistant stood off to the side, watching Hua Tiantian get slapped over a dozen times in a row, feeling unbearable heartache. Seeing her cheek swell up, the assistant silently cursed Huang Shan under her breath.

"Hua Tiantian, your face is swelling—are you okay? I’ll ask the assistant to get some ice for you to put on it."

Huang Shan exaggeratedly cupped Hua Tiantian’s swollen cheek, her smile provocative as she whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Now you see how tough I can be. Go against me, and I’ll make sure you pay double."

Hua Tiantian’s eyes widened in shock, her expression full of disbelief. She forcefully slapped Huang Shan’s hand away, turned her head in disgust at her fake concern, and stormed off.

The assistant had already prepared an ice pack, wrapped it in a towel, and looked at Hua Tiantian with pitiful eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I’m fine."

"How can you say you’re fine? Your face is already swollen. Take this to reduce the swelling. I’ll go ask if they’re shooting other scenes next—take a break first."

The director, having noticed Hua Tiantian’s professionalism—standing still and allowing herself to be slapped over a dozen times—saw that her face was no longer suited for filming. He sent the assistant director to relay his message to her.

"Hua Tiantian."

"Assistant Director."

Seeing the assistant director walking over, Hua Tiantian immediately set the ice pack down and greeted her with a slight smile.

"The director said you’re very professional. The shots came out well. Take the afternoon off and come back to set tonight."

Hua Tiantian watched the assistant director’s retreating figure, but the gossiping voices of the staff nearby reached her ears. Although she tried to act like she didn’t hear them, the sharp words still weighed on her heart.

"I heard Hua Tiantian’s being kept. Is it true?"

"Who knows? But everyone’s heard about it—I wonder where the rumor even started."

"If you’ve done nothing wrong, you wouldn’t be haunted by whispers. Actors’ private lives these days are such a mess."

"Shh, lower your voice..."

Hua Tiantian returned to the break room, shut the door tightly, and tried to block out the world. Out of sight, out of mind. If she couldn’t hear them, she wouldn’t feel upset. She sighed helplessly, still unable to figure out what she’d done to offend Huang Shan.

"It seems like Huang Shan sees me as a rival. I haven’t even given her a hard time in our scenes, but she still slapped me so hard my face is swollen..."

Instinctively, Hua Tiantian touched her cheek, feeling how uneven the two sides were. Looking into the mirror, she saw how swollen it had become. Frightened, she picked up the ice pack and pressed it against her face. "I don’t even know when the swelling will go down—I still have scenes to shoot tonight."