Amidst the bamboo forest, a woman wandered with an oil-paper umbrella.
A gentle breeze lifted her hair and green sleeves, while the melody still resonated in the air. She turned slightly, her eyes sweeping over the distance with a look of sorrow yet full of longing.
Lou Yuming’s throat bobbed.
Sister Ying was ecstatic beside him, "Yes! That's it! Song Xi, maintain it!"
Song Xi?
Shao Cheng squinted and was greatly surprised, "It's actually—"
He quickly glanced at Lou Yuming, only to find the man already fixated.
In his usually indifferent eyes, which seemed to disregard everything, a trace of tenderness flickered!?
Shao Cheng suddenly recalled the words he had spoken earlier.
Easy to deal with? It seemed that from now on, it would be someone else who would be difficult to handle.
Raindrops began to fall from the sky, fine and delicate, perfectly complementing the scene, as if the heavens themselves were lending a hand.
The shooting did not stop. Song Xi continued.
And so, a figure clad in green merged into the bamboo grove.
Following Sister Ying's instructions, Song Xi stepped barefoot into the mud. Hearing a sound, she turned and smiled, her charm and spirit captivating.
At that moment, no one present was immune to her smile.
Even the two girls who had initially intended to cause trouble couldn't help but sigh in admiration, utterly captivated by her beauty.
Due to Song Xi's astonishing performance, Sister Ying decided to shoot a few more sets, offering several times the previous price. Song Xi agreed without hesitation.
Lou Yuming gazed deeply at the green figure before finally turning to leave.
Shao Cheng froze, "Not watching anymore?"
…
Song Xi filmed for a full two hours. Finally, as the rain intensified, Sister Ying had no choice but to halt the shoot.
The team had thoughtfully prepared boxed lunches. Song Xi felt she had no appetite for the moment and wanted to use the restroom.
Sister Ying pointed her in the direction and cautioned her, "Don't wander off. If you get lost, call me."
"Thank you, Sister Ying."
Song Xi didn't initially believe she would get lost, but after using the restroom, she genuinely found herself a bit disoriented.
…It was quite embarrassing.
Fearing she would delay the shooting schedule, she called Sister Ying. However, the call wasn't answered, likely due to her being busy. So, Song Xi left a message and began to find her own way out.
This mansion was larger than she had imagined. After navigating countless corridors, Song Xi came upon a lake.
The water's surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the pavilions. It seemed to house fish, truly a grand sight.
"The old madam said to prepare the west wing. Was it one room or two?"
"Of course, two. Miss Anna and Mr. Lou are not yet married. If word got out, wouldn't it ruin their reputation?"
"That's true."
Mr. Lou?
Before Song Xi could react, she was suddenly pulled into a room.
The door closed softly, and a passionate kiss immediately followed.
Song Xi gasped in shock. Just as she raised her hand to retaliate, she felt hot breath on her ear.
"It's me."
Song Xi's heart fluttered. After the servants left, she pushed the man off her with all her might.
Lou Yuming stumbled back a couple of steps, somewhat taken aback.
He wiped the lipstick from his lips, not annoyed, but smiling instead, "Don't wear this stuff next time. It's not good for your health if you swallow too much."
Song Xi's lips felt numb from his kiss.
She glared at him indignantly and turned to leave.
Lou Yuming strode forward, extending his arm to block the door.
"What tantrum are you throwing now? Not even calling out to me?"
In this position, he seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of bamboo leaves on her.
Her smiling face from earlier constantly replayed in his mind, truly captivating.
The only imperfection was that others had also witnessed that scene. If only there had been no one else…
He traced her arm, finally grasping her slender wrist. His gaze lingered on her long, fair neck, and then, unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed it.
Song Xi trembled all over, wanting to resist, but her hands were tightly held by him.
Finally, with a "thump," he pressed both her hands against the wooden door.