Chapter 56 p2
After thanking the crew for their kindness and support, Xin Yao, her spirits lifted, finally turned her attention to work.
Director Gao, still worried about her, approached her, her gaze a mix of concern and affection.
“Yao, are you really okay? Shouldn’t you rest for a few more days?”
“I’m fine, Director,” Xin Yao smiled. “I can’t hold up the production any longer.”
“Sigh,” Director Gao sat down beside her, her voice gentle. “You don’t have to be so considerate of others. Take care of yourself too.”
Xin Yao, always putting others’ needs before her own, her kindness sometimes bordering on self-sacrificing, nodded earnestly.
Director Gao, however, was still worried.
“I’ve sent you the scripts for the next two scenes. They’re quite emotionally charged…”
“Don’t worry, Director,” Xin Yao, knowing her concern, reassured her. “I’m fine. The past is behind me. I’m moving forward. My future is bright.”
Director Gao, relieved, nodded.
“That’s good.”
But despite her words, she still treated Xin Yao with extra care.
Considering her emotional state, she decided to film a few less intense scenes first, a gradual transition back into the story.
Since their intimate moment on Wen Sigu’s birthday, Lu Duanjing and Wen Sigu’s love had blossomed, their desire for each other a constant, burning flame.
They would steal moments together whenever they could.
One winter evening, Wen Sigu, under the pretense of delivering something to Lu Duanjing, had waited outside her house in the cold, just for a brief glimpse of her beloved, their conversation stilted and formal due to the presence of others.
But even a few stolen glances were enough.
During the school holidays, Lu Duanjing would visit Wen Sigu’s home for her lessons, Wen Sigu waiting for her on the street, their umbrellas shielding them from the falling snow as they walked side by side, their hands almost touching, yet not quite, their unspoken desires a silent language.
Their secret romance continued, the weather growing colder as winter deepened.
The relationship between the Lu and Wen families also deepened, Lu’s father often taking Lu Duanjing with him on his visits to the Wen residence.
Like today.
In the Wen family’s living room, Lu Duanjing sat quietly on the sofa, listening as her father and Wen’s father discussed the recent incident in the slums, the government’s crackdown on suspected criminals.
Lu Duanjing had witnessed the violence firsthand, the soldiers firing their guns indiscriminately, killing so many people. Who were they chasing?
Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “Did they ever catch him?”
Wen’s father, his gaze gentle, shook his head.
“No, they didn’t. Apparently, he was a drug dealer. Someone seems to be helping him. He’s still at large. But Duanjing, you were quite shaken by that incident, weren’t you?”
Lu’s father, surprisingly, expressed his concern.
“It was a traumatic experience for her. Thankfully, Ms. Wen was there to help her.”
Wen’s father, his daughter praised, smiled.
“She did the right thing.”
Just then, the front door opened, and Wen Sigu entered the room, her clothes dusted with snow.
Her father, seeing her, smiled.
“Speaking of the devil…”
Wen Sigu, still carrying the chill of the winter air, her shoulders covered in snow, her gaze immediately found Lu Duanjing.
Lu Duanjing, sitting quietly on the sofa, also looked up at her.
Their eyes met across the warm room, their gazes lingering, their unspoken love a silent language.
And Xu Jingyu and Xin Yao, playing their roles, their own feelings mirroring their characters’, their gazes even more intense, more daring, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire.
Even the crew, watching from the sidelines, felt a vicarious thrill, their hearts racing.
But the professional actresses continued their performance.
Wen Sigu sat down, exchanging pleasantries with their fathers, then, at an opportune moment, turned to Lu Duanjing.
“Duanjing, I just remembered, I left the book I wanted to lend you in my room. Would you mind coming with me to get it?”
Lu Duanjing’s eyes flickered, and she nodded softly.
“Okay.”
They entered Wen Sigu’s room.
Without a word, their eyes meeting, they embraced, their lips finding each other in a hungry, passionate kiss.
Like two flames merging, their bodies intertwined, their tongues tangling, their breaths mingling.
It was a scene Xin Yao and Xu Jingyu had played out countless times in their own lives.
Their performance was effortless, their chemistry undeniable, the heat of their passion almost tangible, even through the camera lens, making the crew blush, their throats tightening.
Their connection was electric.
But as the kiss ended, and they emerged from the room, they had to become Lu Duanjing and Wen Sigu again, their love a secret they had to keep hidden.
Their forced separation only intensified their longing for each other.
They would steal moments together whenever they could, their kisses stolen in the darkness of their rooms, or in the quiet solitude of a deserted garden.
And now, in the twilight of a winter evening, in a secluded grove of trees, their bodies hidden from prying eyes, they met again.
It had been days since they had last seen each other, and as they embraced, their lips found each other in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Xin Yao, as Lu Duanjing, took the lead, pushing Xu Jingyu against a tree, her arms wrapping around her neck, her lips claiming Xu Jingyu’s.
Xu Jingyu, her back against the rough bark of the tree, the cold snow falling on her neck, a stark contrast to the warmth of Xin Yao’s lips, her breath catching in her throat, her fingers instinctively gripping Xin Yao’s waist, was about to deepen the kiss when Xin Yao, distracted by a snowflake landing on Xu Jingyu’s neck, pulled away, her eyelashes fluttering, her gaze fixed on the delicate white crystal.
Then, standing on tiptoe, she kissed the snowflake, her warm lips melting it against Xu Jingyu’s skin, the moisture trickling down her neck, a warm, sensual trail.
Xin Yao’s eyes, half-closed, her gaze lingering on the glistening water droplet, she leaned closer, her tongue tracing the path of the melted snowflake on Xu Jingyu’s skin.
“Hiss!”
Even Xu Jingyu, her self-control usually so strong, couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down her spine, her eyes darkening as she turned her head, capturing Xin Yao’s lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, her passion ignited by the unexpected intimacy of the moment.
As they kissed, lost in their embrace, the crew, their attention focused on the monitor, didn’t notice the small heads popping up, one after another, like curious meerkats, from behind the wall near the brightly lit set.
It was the zombie movie crew, of course.
Led by Meng Wanqing, they had climbed the wall, eager to witness the kissing scene, their hushed whispers and excited squeals echoing through the quiet night.
“Ooh!”
“They’re kissing! They’re kissing!”
“Oh my god, that’s hot!”
Meng Wanqing, however, gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath, “Damn you, Xu Jingyu! You sneaky little…”
They had come here specifically to watch the kissing scene.
Their own set, filled with explosions, gunshots, and gruesome zombies, was unbearable.
Hearing that the “Unseen Spring” crew was filming a kissing scene, they had decided to sneak over for a peek.
Their excited chatter, however, had apparently been a bit too loud, coinciding with the end of the take.
Xin Yao, lifting her head from Xu Jingyu’s embrace, her gaze drawn to the sound, had looked up and seen the row of heads peering over the wall, her eyes widening in surprise.
Caught red-handed, the zombie crew, unfazed, started cheering.
“Encore!”
“Kiss again!”
“One more time!”
Meng Wanqing, however, pounded on the wall, her voice filled with mock outrage. “You scoundrel! How dare you kiss our Yaoyao! I’ll kill you!”
Xin Yao, mortified by the sudden attention, her face burning, buried her face in Xu Jingyu’s embrace, too embarrassed to look up.
Director Gao, noticing the intruders, rushed towards them, waving her script like a weapon.
“Get back to your own set! Go be zombies! We don’t want you here!”
The zombie crew, however, continued their cheering, their voices echoing through the night.
“Director Gao is so scary! We’re so scared!”
Director Gao: “Scared, my ass! Get out of here! Meng Wanqing, you first!”
As the director chased them away, Xin Yao remained hidden in Xu Jingyu’s embrace, Xu Jingyu’s arm still around her, her hand gently stroking her hair.
Then, as Xin Yao stirred, about to sit up, Xu Jingyu’s fingers tightened around the back of her head, pulling her closer, her other hand gently stroking Xin Yao’s hair, her gaze, cold and sharp like a blade, fixed on a figure lurking in the shadows near the wall.
The figure, startled by her gaze, their hand trembling, froze.
It was a paparazzi, who, after much effort, had finally managed to sneak onto the set, hiding in the bushes, braving the cold winter night.
They hadn’t expected to be discovered by Xu Jingyu.
And now, her gaze, cold and menacing, as she held Xin Yao close, was a clear warning: This is my wife. Touch her, and you die.
The paparazzi, already freezing, now also terrified, their finger instinctively pressing the shutter button, capturing the intimate moment, the two women embracing in the moonlight, a photo that would soon be shared online.
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