Fu Qingshan quietly led the person in, but the aura and appearance of the person next to him were too outstanding. Using the common terms in the circle, one could say that they overshadowed the other actors and actresses, making it hard for people not to notice.

Amongst the murmurs, Song Mianfeng raised his head and paused for a moment when he saw the man beside Fu Qingshan. Surprise and joy flashed alternately in his eyes before merging into a warm smile. “Why… are you here?”

“Here to pick you up after work.” Lu Yin Zhen moved his fingers slightly, gently closing and then releasing them.

He actually wanted to hug his boyfriend, or hold his hand, or kiss his lips, using intimate physical gestures to express his longing. However, the timing wasn’t right, so he needed to restrain himself from getting too close to Song Mianfeng in both actions and thoughts.

“Then wait for me for a moment, it won’t take long.” Song Mianfeng said, “You sit first, take a rest, and I’ll be back soon.”

Lu Yin Zhen’s sudden appearance made him a bit flustered. Initially calm, he now urgently wanted to finish work quickly, even thinking about abandoning everything and leaving with Lu Yin Zhen.

Fortunately, his professionalism allowed him to calm down quickly. The photos had been selected, and with a bit of tidying up, he could leave.

The murmurs grew quieter, and the others on set tried hard to restrain their gossiping hearts. However, they couldn’t control the curious glances towards Lu Yin Zhen, and some attempted to take sneaky photos. But when noticed by Liu Chengyin, he approached them for a simple conversation, politely asking them to delete the photos.

The director was also curious, seeing Lu Yin Zhen’s appearance. Unable to resist, he asked, “Which agency is this newcomer from…”

Song Mianfeng created a separate folder for the selected photos and warmly said, “From my home.”

The director didn’t quite understand, and with a puzzled “Huh?” he questioned further.

But Song Mianfeng didn’t intend to explain further. He closed his laptop, packed up, and prepared to leave. “I’ll send you the edited photos tomorrow. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”

The director looked at Song Mianfeng, then at the man beside Fu Qingshan, still not understanding the meaning behind Song Mianfeng’s words. He skipped the customary gratitude exchange and bid farewell directly, feeling even more puzzled. “Uh… then, should I have someone accompany you, Mr. Song? Thanks for today…”

“No need.” Song Mianfeng waved his hand, interrupting him. “No need for an escort, no need for thanks, and no need for payment.”

“I was just here to help Fu Qingshan. As for whose face he’s saving…” Song Mianfeng paused, looking at Chu Zhaoying, and left it at that, saying no more.

The director naturally understood that Fu Qingshan was helping them because of Chu Zhaoying. This matter was caused by the previous female lead, and this account shouldn’t be counted against Chu Zhaoying. Instead, they had inconvenienced Chu Zhaoying and now relied on her to solve these troubles. Thinking like this, the director felt even more that they should take better care of Chu Zhaoying during filming. After all, it was the crew that now owed her a favor.

After a brief exchange with the director, and a word of concern for Chu Zhaoying on behalf of Fu Qingshan, Song Mianfeng withdrew and walked step by step towards Lu Yin Zhen.

“I’m off work.”

We can go home now.

Fu Qingshan, who was standing beside, was completely ignored, so he cleared his throat to make his presence felt. “Song Er, you can’t just ignore your friends for your lover.”

“Why are you still here…” Song Mianfeng glanced at him from the corner of his eye, lightly saying, “Aren’t you going to woo your girl?”

Fu Qingshan felt quite redundant standing there. 

“Alright, I won’t disturb you two. Thanks for today’s help. Let’s have a meal together next time.”

“Wait until you successfully court someone.” Song Mianfeng held Lu Yin Zhen’s hand, smiling. “As your brother, I can only help you this far.”

It was Liu Chengyin who drove them here, so naturally, they wouldn’t return to the studio with Liu Chengyin. Song Mianfeng just asked him to go back and put away his things. Considering his good performance today, he would receive a raise this month.

Lu Yin Zhen was picked up by Meng Huai. Their luggage was still in the car, indicating that they had come directly from the airport to the set.

Song Mianfeng immediately leaned over and gave Lu Yin Zhen a soft, lingering kiss as soon as he got in the car.

The words of longing were swallowed by them, and their entwined breaths and low moans rose and fell in the narrow car. Lu Yin Zhen’s hand on Song Mianfeng’s waist involuntarily exerted some force, the heat of his palm searing through their clothes, gently rubbing.

Song Mianfeng felt that such an embrace wasn’t close enough. He simply straddled him, burying his head in his shoulder, taking a deep breath. Between his breaths was Lu Yin Zhen’s scent, mixed with the fragrance of mint and the scent of a man. For him, it was the most lethal hormone.

He couldn’t help but kiss Lu Yin Zhen’s temples, from the temples, to the earlobes, the ear roots, and then to the neck, even mischievously leaving a faint red kiss mark under his shirt collar.

The feeling from Lu Yin Zhen’s ear to his shoulder was numb. The fragmented kisses and warm breaths were incredibly alluring. His body’s reaction made him dare not move, only pressing down the restless heat in his heart with the thought of “form is emptiness, emptiness is form.”

Meng Huai drove steadily, listening but not hearing the sounds in the car. Even his peripheral vision didn’t glance at the rearview mirror, but his ears were slightly red, and the speed of the car wasn’t fast either.

Song Mianfeng heard Lu Yin Zhen’s rapid heartbeat and sensed what was pressing against him. He chuckled lightly, then leaned over to kiss the corner of Lu Yin Zhen’s lips, lowering his voice, “Welcome back.”

Lu Yin Zhen’s throat rolled, softly responding with a “Hmm.”

Song Mianfeng hugged him for a while before letting go, sitting back a bit more properly, and turning to ask him, “Why did you come back today?”

Lu Yin Zhen said, “I was afraid that if I didn’t come back, you’d run away with a beauty.”

Although he knew that the messages on Song Mianfeng’s WeChat were just jokes, and filming was necessary, he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous…

Of course, the main reason for changing his flight was because he wanted to see Song Mianfeng sooner.

Song Mianfeng smiled and pinched his chin, carefully examining his face. He spoke lightly, “Where will I find another beauty like you?”

Lu Yin Zhen grabbed his wrist, first holding it with his palm, then letting go, pinching his fingers and measuring each one carefully, playing with them. “I’m here because I missed you, not because I was jealous.”

Because I missed you, not because I was jealous.

Song Mianfeng looked up at him, his fingers itching, his throat feeling itchy, and the little deer in his heart was stirred by Lu Yin Zhen’s words.

He smiled slowly, “I know.”

The car stopped steadily downstairs at Song Mianfeng’s home. Lu Yin Zhen used the excuse that he hadn’t had time to clean his place yet and his status as Song Mianfeng’s boyfriend to naturally move in with Song Mianfeng.

Approaching dinner time, Lu Yin Zhen was tired from the journey, and going out for dinner after returning home would be troublesome. It was better to cook at home. Song Mianfeng told Lu Yin Zhen to rest in his room for a while, and the luggage was temporarily placed in the corner of the room. He then went into the kitchen to start cooking.

He usually cooked for himself, and there were vegetables and meat in the fridge. Half an hour later, three dishes and a soup were on the table. Lu Yin Zhen had finished his shower and changed clothes before coming out of the room.

Lu Yin Zhen had eaten dishes cooked by Song Mianfeng before when he was at the Meng family’s house. Occasionally, Song Mianfeng helped out in the kitchen and cooked one or two dishes, mixed in with the dishes made by Meng Ze, and asked him to guess.

But this was the first time he sat at Song Mianfeng’s dining table and ate a meal cooked by him.

A meal cooked for him alone.

The hardships of long-distance relationships and the tiredness of long journeys all seemed trivial in front of such a meal.

Lu Yin Zhen ate heartily, and after finishing, the two of them cleaned up the dishes together, washed them, and then cleaned the room, welcoming the new male host of the house.

Song Mianfeng’s bedroom was spacious, and the wardrobe was also large. His clothes were not many, so a little rearranging would free up most of the space.

Lu Yin Zhen’s clothes were mostly formal, and they needed to be ironed and hung up neatly. With both of them tidying up together, they soon arranged everything properly from the luggage.

The room was still the same, but with the addition of one person’s belongings, it became lively.

After taking a shower and blow-drying his hair, Song Mianfeng came out and saw Lu Yin Zhen lying on his bed, feeling a bit uncomfortable for a moment. He was slightly stunned before realizing that this was his own home, not the Meng family in City B.

The two lay in bed, turned off the lights, and in the darkness, Lu Yin Zhen naturally hugged Song Mianfeng’s waist, kissed the corner of his lips, and softly said, “Good night.”

He found a comfortable position in Lu Yin Zhen’s arms, closed his eyes, and smiled softly, “Good night.”

That night, both Lu Yin Zhen and Song Mianfeng slept extremely well, without any dreams.