Xie Wang woke up with a start, quickly dressed, and stood in the room, hesitating.
Ling Shuangjiang was still sleeping, and sleeping very soundly.
Before Xie Wang could wake him up, Lin Yinci had already opened the door and walked in.
Lin Yinci was clearly taken aback to see Xie Wang in such a disheveled state. She glanced at Ling Shuangjiang lying on the bed, then put down the medicine and milk: "Shuangjiang should be recording now, wake him up."
After speaking, Lin Yinci glanced around the room briefly before turning to leave.
"Mom," Xie Wang called out to her, "I didn't do anything with Shuangjiang. I just stayed here with him last night."
Lin Yinci smiled faintly: "Okay, you should put your clothes on too, it's time to have breakfast."
Xie Wang: "Hmm."
Fifty minutes before the recording was scheduled to begin, Ling Shuangjiang rushed to the crew's dressing room.
Lin Yinci was wearing a light blue coat today and was chatting with the director. When she saw Ling Shuangjiang, she asked with concern, "How's your cold?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Much better."
Cen Shen looked at him with concern: "Is Shuangjiang sick?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "It's just a common cold."
Yu Qingran was also very kind, reminding him to wear more clothes, as the winters in the south are damp and cold, and it's easy to get sick.
As the recording was about to begin, Lin Yinci asked Ling Shuangjiang, while adjusting her collar, "Where's Xiao Xie?"
Xie Wang told him that Lin Yin had gone to his room that morning.
Ling Shuangjiang: "He was doing his work in my room."
Lin Yinci chuckled gently: "You've made up?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Mm."
"That's good." Lin Yinci didn't say much, picked up her teacup, and went into the craft room to prepare for recording.
Today's recording requires us to go to a small town to scout locations and record some local customs and culture. Ling Shuangjiang and Cen Shen are in a group and will be responsible for the location shooting.
Filming on location means Xie Wang will be able to see him.
When Ling Shuangjiang came out of the backyard, she was hesitating whether to tell Xie Wang, but she found Xie Wang standing at the door chatting with Aunt Fang.
This time, not only Ling Shuangjiang, but also Cen Shen and the rest of the crew discovered Xie Wang.
The reason why Xie Wang appeared at Ling Shuangjiang's house is self-evident.
Before leaving, the assistant director hesitated for a long time, but still said goodbye to Xie Wang.
"Going out today?"
Although Xie Wang was looking at Ling Shuangjiang, he was speaking to the director.
The assistant director nodded: "Yes, we're going out to film on location today."
Xie Wang nodded, his gaze following Ling Shuangjiang. Before leaving, Ling Shuangjiang glanced back at Xie Wang, raised the corners of her lips, and turned to leave.
"Is that Xie Wang? The big shot who participated in the dating reality show?"
"Yes, that's him."
"Why is he at the Ling family's house? I've heard rumors about him and Ling Shuangjiang before. Could they really be together?!"
"Yeah, could they really be together because of a dating reality show?"
"Don't talk nonsense, just keep this to yourself."
Several staff members discussed it with great interest, marveling that the rumors circulating in the community were indeed true.
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Strolling through the ancient town, Ling Shuangjiang and Cen Shen sampled local delicacies while introducing the town's unique customs and architecture.
The photographer's main task was to find the best locations, so the two of them didn't have a heavy workload.
Passing by a shop making Song brocade, Cen Shen picked up a handmade mask and put it on. "Frost's Descent, does it look good?"
Ling Shuangjiang smiled faintly: "It looks good."
Although Cen Shen was over thirty, he looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, exuding the charm of a mature man.
He helped Ling Shuangjiang pick one out, smiling charmingly: "Would you like to try it on? I'll help you put it on."
Ling Shuangjiang politely declined, saying, "Thank you, but I'd like to try this one I have."
The group of staff members watched the two of them, and if they didn't know that Ling Shuangjiang might have someone else in her heart, they would almost have shipped the two as a couple.
Their every move was not only captured on camera, but also closely watched by a pair of eyes.
During a break, Ling Shuangjiang wanted to buy plum blossom cakes, but was suddenly grabbed by a hand that reached out from a narrow alley, and then fell into a familiar embrace.
Xie Wang was wearing a crisp, sharp black coat today, which made his face look cold and his lips bright red.
His thick, short hair fluttered slightly in the cold wind. He raised his chin, his voice tinged with jealousy: "Does the mask look good?"
Ling Shuangjiang said meaningfully, "Beautiful."
Xie Wang stared straight at Ling Shuangjiang: "Is the person who helped you choose the mask prettier, or the mask itself?"
Ling Shuangjiang slowly approached him, adjusting her coat collar with her fingers. "You're the most beautiful."
At this moment, Xie Wang's vanity was satisfied.
He hooked his arm around Ling Shuangjiang's waist, his voice like that of a seductive concubine whispering sweet nothings in her ear, "That man must be over thirty, right? Is he as handsome as me? Instead of wasting your time, take a good look at me."
Ling Shuangjiang looked up at him: "Didn't I look at you enough last night?"
When asked about last night, Xie Wang smiled slightly, "No, you fell asleep very early."
"Alright." It had been too long since she left, and Ling Shuangjiang could no longer chat with Xie Wang. "I'm leaving now. You should go back too; it's cold outside."
"etc."
Xie Wang took off his scarf and put it around Ling Shuangjiang's neck. "Wear this, it'll keep you warm."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Okay."
Reluctantly bidding farewell to Ling Shuangjiang, Xie Wang did not intend to leave. Instead, he casually found a teahouse on the second floor and sat down to observe Ling Shuangjiang's every move.
The entire town was painted in soft, elegant colors, much like the ethereal beauty of Ling Shuangjiang. Xie Wang could gaze at it all day and still not get enough.
Around dusk, he returned with the photography crew.
Today's filming went smoothly, and the kesi (silk tapestry) portion of the program is basically complete. The remaining time is needed to film other embroidered items, such as Song brocade and jade carvings.
That evening, Ling Shuangjiang took out a lot of fabric from the craft room, adjusted the colors, and then took some gold thread. She carefully arranged them and put them into her suitcase.
He planned to make a Chinese-style suit for Xie Wangding. Xie Wangding had a good figure and it should look good on him.
The project may take a while, but he's not in a hurry and plans to do it whenever he has time.
Xie Wang was supposed to leave yesterday. He's already been delayed by a day, and must return to Bintan City tomorrow morning.
Tonight, Xie Wang still clung to him, wanting to sleep with him, but Ling Shuangjiang refused.
His cold worsened today, and Lin Yinci also showed signs of catching it from him. He didn't want to infect Xie Wang as well.
Seeing Xie Wang's disappointed look, he took Xie Wang's hand and smiled gently.
“Raise your arm.”
Xie Wang didn't understand, but obediently did as instructed.
Ling Shuangjiang picked up a tape measure and began measuring Xie Wang's arm length and shoulder length.
Xie Wang looked at Ling Shuangjiang, his eyes filled with genuine emotion.
Seizing the opportunity, Ling Shuangjiang slowly moved closer, wrapped her arms around Xie Wang's waist, and carefully noted down his waist measurement with her eyes downcast.
His hand moved very gently, inch by inch, upwards, until it reached Xie Wang's chest.
With each data entry, he got a little closer to Xie Wang.
When measuring her neck circumference, Xie Wang bent over to get closer to Ling Shuangjiang.
Ling Shuangjiang tilted her head back, her fair skin flushed a soft pink, her lips were rosy red, and her slightly lowered peach blossom eyes held a gentle smile.
Xie Wang lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Ling Shuangjiang frowned slightly and looked away: "I have a contagious cold."
Xie Wang's voice was a little hoarse: "I couldn't help it."
Ling Shuangjiang took back the measuring tape and photographed the data: "How about I make you a Chinese-style suit?"
"Of course it's good." Xie Wang hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder: "I wear the suit you made for me every day, I never take it off."
Ling Shuangjiang knew he was talking nonsense, but she still went along with him: "Never take it off? What about when it needs to be cleaned?"
Xie Wang paused for a moment: "When I was washing my pants, I was wearing my shirt; when I was washing my shirt, I was wearing my pants."
"That's a great idea." Ling Shuangjiang turned to look at him. "What time are we leaving tomorrow?"
"Seven o'clock in the morning."
"be safe."
Xie Wang asked reluctantly, "After I leave, will you miss me?"
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled softly: "I want to."
"If I have time, I'll come back here to see you."
"No need, I'll be going back in four days."
After agreeing on a time to pick him up at the airport, Xie Wang said goodnight to him and lingered, reluctant to leave.
Standing at the door, Xie Wang's voice held a mixture of hesitation and excitement: "Shuangjiang, I'm leaving soon. I won't see you for several days. Can you grant me a request?"
Ling Shuangjiang looked up: "You tell me."
Xie Wang sounded somewhat embarrassed: "Call me husband."
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled, raising a slight brow at the corner of her eye: "I advise you not to push your luck."
Xie Wang chuckled softly, closed the door, and left.