Chapter 931: Extra 4 — Visiting the Set

Chapter 931: Chapter 930: Extra 4 — Visiting the Set

It’s been a week since Cheng Zhirang went to the filming crew and didn’t come home.

The daily video calls and phone conversations no longer satisfy him. See, in the evening’s video call, with his hair drenched from filming, he gazes softly, hesitatingly asking her:

“Do you have time to visit the set? I miss you so much.”

Mu Qiu couldn’t resist this moist appeal, so she quickly packed her suitcase the next day and got into Assistant Liang’s car headed straight for the filming crew.

The filming location for this period is in the suburb of the neighboring city. She first went to the hotel where the crew is staying to place her luggage.

This time, she had no intention of staying separately. With her bag in hand, she followed Assistant Liang to Cheng Zhirang’s room.

Compared to some of the hotels stayed at during “Different Variety Show,” the conditions of this hotel weren’t great. It’s just an ordinary standard room, even the bathroom is so small there’s no way to hang clothes inside. The frosted glass has gray wallpaper pasted on it, which blocks visibility anyway.

On the long table next to the TV were some daily essentials, and a pair of pajama pants was draped over a chair.

Mu Qiu glanced around, placed the suitcase between the two beds, and then took out the lunch box she had been carrying.

The filming location was a bit far from the hotel, it took half an hour by car to reach. She hadn’t planned to get out of the car, worrying about disturbing the filming, so she waited in the car.

Cheng Zhirang mentioned he would finish earlier today.

She arrived around four in the afternoon. After taking a nap in the car, she woke up just when the crew was breaking for dinner.

By now, the food in the lunch box was still warm. She worried he wouldn’t know and might eat the crew’s meal first, so as figures started appearing, she opened the car door and stepped out.

The actors and staff who came out first were surprised to see her and greeted her.

“Mu Qiu is here to visit the set?”

“Mu Qiu? Are you here to see Brother Cheng?”

“Brother Cheng is at the back, he’ll definitely be happy to see you!”

Thanks to “Different Variety Show,” a lot of people know her now.

Mu Qiu nodded to those greeting her.

“Hello, hello everyone, yes, yes, I’m here to see Brother Cheng.”

Some intentionally or unintentionally glanced at her hand, saw the bright diamond ring, and covered their mouths with laughter.

Cheng Zhirang was behind them, walking out while chatting with another male actor. The black t-shirt he wore had a few dust marks, and it stretched tightly over his chest and arms.

Upon seeing her, he immediately broke into a smile, said a few words to the male actor, and quickly walked toward the car.

Everyone around them started calling out.

“Brother Cheng, finally a set visit, you’re delighted, right?”

“Mu Qiu’s been waiting for you a while now.”

“Brother Cheng gets an exclusive dinner instead of a boxed meal tonight.”

He replied modestly with a couple of nods, quickly running to Mu Qiu’s side.

“Have you been waiting long?”

Mu Qiu shook her head, pulling him into the car.

“I brought you the lung-clearing soup Auntie made; it’s still hot, drink more. And the rice balls I made myself with vegetables and meat, try them.”

Feeling a surge of inspiration last night and this morning, like taking care of a child, she made many different kawaii rice balls, excitedly wanting him to eat them all.

Other dishes had gone cold, only the rice balls remained in decent shape, so she brought exclusive rice balls.

Cheng Zhirang took the lunch bag, looked at her, about to reach out, but paused to first pull off his t-shirt over his head.

Mu Qiu widened her eyes, watching him: “No, no, no, no, isn’t this bad?! People can see from the front car window… Why are you wearing a vest underneath?”

Cheng Zhirang held back laughter, placed the shirt aside, embraced her tightly, and sighed comfortably.

“This shirt rolled on the ground a few times, got dirty. I didn’t sweat much, is it okay to hug you?”

Amused, Mu Qiu wrapped her arms around his waist: “You’ve already hugged me, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I really missed you.”

Mu Qiu said no more, hugging his waist, leaning and kissing him.

Cheng Zhirang, taking charge, pressed her head, deepening the kiss, his hold tightening as if melding her into himself.

Breathless from kissing, they parted with Cheng Zhirang’s fingertips caressing her lips, planting gentle kisses on her cheeks, at the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t eat too many rice balls, there’s a scene eating on squat later, but after filming, we can head back. Save them for tonight’s dinner?”

Mu Qiu gave him a look, speaking while still catching her breath: “I guess you’re looking forward to eating something other than rice balls tonight.”

Cheng Zhirang said nothing, seemingly agreeing.

“Cough, so will you be waiting here first, or head back to the hotel?”

“I’ll wait here, being alone at the hotel is creepy.”

“Alright.”

She took out the fairly large thermos, handing it to him: “Drink a bit first.”

Then opened a few beautifully arranged lunch boxes revealing various rice balls of different colors.

Cheng Zhirang’s gaze was immediately attracted. He curiously asked: “Why so many colors? Can you introduce them?”

She proudly lifted the top lunch box and said, “Salted egg yolk rice ball, king oyster mushroom and ham rice ball, spinach rice ball, pickled cabbage rice ball, Yangzhou fried rice ball. Which do you want?”

He thoughtfully chose, “How about the king oyster mushroom and ham?”

“Sure! I’ve given you my favorite one!”

Anyway, there’s a second one.

Cheng Zhirang knew her ways and didn’t point it out. After eating a few rice balls, he put back the dirty shirt, grabbed the soup thermos, and returned to the filming site.

Mu Qiu ate a few rice balls and didn’t move. She packed them up to prepare for midnight snacks.

Through the car window, one could barely see from her perspective the crowd surrounding a place, silhouettes running quickly, Cheng Zhirang’s intense angry shout filled the scene clearly.

The staff followed the director’s orders, chasing after the actors’ fast pace, some more exhausted than the actors.

Filming is like this.

…

At night.

In the narrow bathroom, entwined together, they stood as the shower head drizzled water, drenching them both.

Mu Qiu leaned back for the second time, her neck forming a perfect arc, her tense body easing over time until she relaxed completely, slumping onto Cheng Zhirang.

Cheng Zhirang remained nestled in her nape, leaving hot kisses that induced shivery tremors.

Feeling the skin of her hands slightly wrinkling, he reached out his long arm to turn the shower off.

The small space was full of mist, Mu Qiu sweaty all over, quickly washed off with his help, the suds rinsed away, wrapped in a white towel, and carried out.

“Sweetheart?” His voice gentle as water, soothing in the night, “Hungry? Shall I microwave the rice balls?”

Mu Qiu shook her head, laying on the bed, reluctant to speak, only weakly gesturing for him to come closer, murmuring.

“Sleep, very tired.”

Cheng Zhirang chuckled.

He casually put on pajama pants, turned off the lights, got into bed beside her in the dark, his chin lightly resting on her head, closing his eyes to her breathing and followed into sleep.

He truly missed her, with her in his arms, a void seemed filled, the absence gone.

This is perfect.