My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

He had barely started speaking when the mayor of Lin City interrupted him with a smile, “Oh, Mufeng. I have other matters to attend to, can we talk about this some other time?”

Was he being rejected?

Shi Mufeng, after all, came from a second-generation family and could plainly see the obvious refusal. Even though his handsome face struggled to maintain its composure, he forced a smile, “Of course, that’s fine. It’s just a trivial matter, I just happened to run into Mr. Ye today and thought I’d mention it. If you’re busy, go ahead and attend to important matters; I’m not in a hurry. We can also talk over a meal on another day.”

“Sure.” The middle-aged man agreed briskly.

But they were all adults who understood that his so-called agreement was just a polite response to Mufeng’s invitation for a meal. When it came time to actually have the meal, it would depend on whether he had the time!

“Then I’ll get busy now.”

“Mr. Ye, please go ahead.”

Of course, Rong Weiwei was no fool and could sense that the other party didn’t want to give her the opportunity for the tribute film. Although her face still bore a smile, her eyes were filled with frustration as she weakly echoed Shi Mufeng’s words, “Mr. Ye, take care.”

As the mayor of Lin City passed by her, he glanced at her and moved on, escorted by his secretary.

Rong Weiwei watched in dismay as the opportunity she had been looking forward to for half a month slipped away, feeling more miserable than anything else.

Shi Mufeng seemed to notice her pallor and, with an arm around her shoulders, he comforted her quietly, “Wei, don’t worry. I’ll find another way to arrange a meeting with Mr. Ye for the tribute film, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to get a role in it.”

Rong Weiwei moved her lips, wanting to say that she didn’t just want a role in the film, she wanted the lead role!

If she couldn’t land the lead role, what was the point of participating?

Even though she was seething with anxiety inside, as if she was being scorched by fire, she managed to squeeze out a smile in the face of Shi Mufeng’s feeble comfort.

However, her smile froze on her face when she saw the mayor of Lin City, who had just brushed her off, walking straight towards Rong Yan and Li Shengxiao.

Even from that distance, she heard him discussing the tribute film and actively inviting Rong Yan to participate, a stark contrast to the way he had just treated her!

Rong Weiwei felt as though she had been slapped hard across the face, leaving her seeing stars.

She had seen it, and so had Shi Mufeng beside her. His reaction was the same as hers: disbelief followed by extreme embarrassment.

He couldn’t help but tighten the grip on Rong Weiwei’s shoulder before forcing out, “Forget it, Weiwei, I’ve been thinking, and you don’t really suit the tribute film. They’re usually shot in remote and desolate locations, with harsh conditions, and they take months to film. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you being there.”

Rong Weiwei could hardly believe her ears as she looked up at him, “Mufeng, what do you mean?”

Shi Mufeng, looking at the mayor of Lin City who had just been chatting with him intimately, then turning to Rong Weiwei with apologetic eyes, said, “I’m sorry, Weiwei, I’ll find you another resource that suits you better.”