CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 57: RETURNING TO THE CREW

An hour later, Yang Li returned to Xiang Qichen’s apartment with an extra bag of breakfast in hand.

This time, he sensibly rang the doorbell.

Zhou Huaiyi strode over to open the door. Yang Li, smiling brightly, raised the breakfast and said as if nothing had happened, "Hi Qi Chen, good morning!"

"..."

Zhou Huaiyi stepped aside to let him in and reached out to close the door.

Yang Li took off his shoes and walked toward the kitchen. As he passed through the living room, he feigned surprise, "Wow, Zhou Huaiyi, you’re here too?"

Xiang Qichen: "..."

"I happened to buy an extra breakfast, come and eat together." He placed the items on the dining table like everything was normal and began taking them out one by one, talking to himself, "One’s cold, so I’ll just eat that."

Zhou Huaiyi: "..."

Probably a drama king...

"Didn’t you just come by?" Zhou Huaiyi glanced at him sideways.

Yang Li was momentarily stunned, then laughed awkwardly, "No, ha ha ha..."

Zhou Huaiyi was at a loss for words, scratching his head, and finally squeezed out, "It’s not what you think."

Yang Li: "I didn’t see anything..."

Xiang Qichen’s mouth twitched, "If you keep talking in that tone, I’ll sew your mouth shut!"

Yang Li instinctively shut his mouth, tightening his lips, saying nothing.

Zhou Huaiyi sighed, "There’s really nothing between us, don’t get the wrong idea."

Yang Li gave a knowing look, his face clearly saying: No need to explain, I get it!

Zhou Huaiyi: "..."

Xiang Qichen was long tired of explaining. He glanced at Zhou Huaiyi and went inside to pack his luggage.

Watching Xiang Qichen’s departing figure, Yang Li suddenly leaned into Zhou Huaiyi’s ear, thinking himself clever, "Qi Chen, don’t worry, without your permission, I won’t tell Sister Yan anything!"

Zhou Huaiyi: "..."

Like I said, there’s nothing going on, what the hell could you tell!

——

By the time they arrived at the set, it was already close to evening.

Zhou Huaiyi wasted no time, changing clothes and putting on makeup to jump straight into filming.

On the first day back to work after the holiday, filming continued until 3 a.m.

During the last scene before wrapping up, Zhou Huaiyi had no idea how she managed to get through it. When she heard the director’s robust shout of "cut, wrap!", she couldn’t even be bothered to remove her makeup; she just wanted to collapse in the studio. In the end, it was Xiang Qichen and Yang Li who half-dragged, half-carried her back to the hotel.

The next day at 9 a.m., another busy day of filming began.

Inevitably, after a hangover and the late-night shoot, Zhou Huaiyi had a faint dark circle under her eyes...

"Qi... Chen..." After her makeup was done, Zhou Huaiyi sluggishly headed to the lounge, too tired to stand upright, "I’m... just... too... sleepy..."

Xiang Qichen: "I’ve already sent Yang Li to get coffee, hang in there."

"I should’ve known not to drink so much the other night..." Zhou Huaiyi regretted deeply, prying her eyelids open with two fingers, and suddenly asked, "Did I say anything that night?"

After speaking, she only saw Xiang Qichen squint slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of danger. He lifted his chin, calmly replying, "Whatever you should’ve said, and shouldn’t have said, you said it all."

Zhou Huaiyi instinctively covered her mouth... looking shocked...

Whatever should’ve been said...

Whatever shouldn’t have been said...

"Tsk, Zhou Huaiyi, can’t believe..." He crossed his arms, leaning closer to her, "You have quite a lot of opinions about me?"

Zhou Huaiyi, embarrassed: "I didn’t..."

"Bang!" A loud crash made them both look up.

Yang Li, holding two bags of coffee, was bent over, hurriedly righting the chair he had kicked over, then turned and quickly shut the door.

Zhou Huaiyi: "..."

Outside the door, Yang Li wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed, "In broad daylight... almost kissing with a disagreement..."

Inside, Zhou Huaiyi raised her eyebrows in confusion, turning to look at Xiang Qichen close by, realizing, "He doesn’t think we were about to..."

Kiss, right?

After speaking, Xiang Qichen instinctively glanced at her lips, a strange heat rising in his heart. He discreetly turned away, trying to hide the redness in his ears.

Zhou Huaiyi: Well, now there’s no washing this clean, even if I jumped into the Yellow River: )