Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 191 is a fanfiction about you and President Huo!

Does it itch?

Huo Yunting's fingertips hovered above the red, pimple-covered area, and his voice unconsciously softened.

"Hmm...it's a little itchy."

Xie Qing instinctively reached out to scratch, but Huo Yunting grabbed her wrist.

"Don't grab me."

Huo Yunting twisted the ointment shut and put it back in the first-aid kit. "Just bear with it for two more days and it will be fine."

"Okay, okay—"

Xie Qing dragged out her words lazily, like a satisfied cat burrowing into the thin blanket.

He yawned vaguely, his voice gradually lowering, "Go wash up quickly..."

When Huo Yunting finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, Xie Qing was already curled up asleep under the covers—it seemed that the filming these past few days had really exhausted her.

He gazed at his lover's sleeping face, and inwardly reflected on his actions—the time he had pestered Xie Qing for causing trouble at the nightclub.

Thinking back to how Xie Qing's eyes, filled with tears, clearly said "it's time to stop" whenever he couldn't bear Xie Qing's pestering, but as long as he deliberately lowered his eyes and put on a wronged look, the other party would always soften and indulge his demands.

This boundless indulgence and permissiveness pleased him, and it also led him to become addicted to it day after day...

Gently lifting the thin blanket, Huo Yunting carefully pulled the person into his arms.

"Goodnight gently."

He placed a light kiss on Xie Qing's head, the sound so soft it was almost inaudible.

Outside the window, the cicadas' chirping in the summer night gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoing softly in the quiet room.

*

Ever since learning that Xie Qing was also filming in Hengdian, Jiang Lingling felt like she had found a cure for her boredom.

This popular young actress visits the set of "Like a Dream" whenever she has free time, so often that she has become close friends with the young people on set.

At noon, the sun was blazing overhead.

Jiang Lingling strolled over again with her heavy ancient-style hair bun, her elaborate palace dress standing out among the group of actors dressed in Republican-era attire.

With her left hand holding the hem of her costume and her right hand carrying two cups of iced milk tea, she moved across the film set like a butterfly.

"Thank you, Qing~"

She drawled out her words, the hair ornament on her head swaying with her movements, "I brought you a cup of grass jelly!"

Xie Qing's eyes lit up after finishing a cup of bitter Chinese medicine. She took the milk tea and took a big gulp. The cool sweetness instantly diluted the lingering taste of medicine in her mouth.

He squinted contentedly, biting his straw and mumbling, "Thanks."

Seeing this, Zhao Lei, who was passing by, put on a pained expression and said, "Teacher Jiang, why do you only bring milk tea for Teacher Xie? Shouldn't she get some too?"

He clutched his chest dramatically, exclaiming, "My heart is ice-cold!"

Jiang Lingling covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, the hairpins in her hair jingling. "Don't rush me~"

She suddenly turned around and waved towards the entrance of the film set, "Here we come!"

Several deliverymen in bubble tea shop uniforms filed in, pushing carts neatly stacked with dozens of iced drinks. Jiang Lingling's assistant was among them, helping to distribute the drinks, and the entire set erupted in cheers.

Zhao Lei, who had only been joking, was stunned when he suddenly received the iced drink. "Holy crap, it really exists!!!"

He raised his milk tea and exclaimed, "Teacher Jiang is awesome!"

Jiang Lingling gave him an approving look, "Of course!"

She happily sat down on the folding chair next to Xie Qing, took a big gulp of her milk tea, and exclaimed, "Ah, the atmosphere on your film set is so much better!"

Xie Qing raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Mentioning this, Jiang Lingling immediately perked up, slamming down her milk tea and launching into a tirade: "Let me tell you, my film crew this time—"

She counted on her fingers, "The male lead was put in by the investors. He's rude, not good-looking, has no acting skills, and refuses to memorize his lines. But I have the most scenes with him!"

She took several deep breaths, looking like she was about to suffocate. "Can you imagine? In a simple eye contact scene, he managed to make his eyes look crossed, and he thought he acted superbly, then turned around and criticized my acting!!!"

Jiang Lingling's gossip about the film crew attracted a group of young people, who eagerly urged, "And then what?"

"Then?"

Jiang Lingling took a vicious swig of her milk tea and continued, "And what's most infuriating is that bald director. He was all smiles and gentleness towards the people the investors put in, and he didn't even yell at them after twenty takes."

"When it was our turn, the slightest mistake was met with a shout that could be heard by the entire audience!"

"Ugh……"

She let out a long, long sigh, leaning back with utter despair. "Right now, I just hope this show wraps up soon. Earning this money is so frustrating..."

Just a few seconds after she finished speaking, Jiang Lingling looked up and suddenly realized that a group of onlookers had gathered around her. She was so startled that she sat up straight.

She looked around nervously, lowered her voice, and clasped her hands together, saying, "Brothers and sisters, please don't spread this around."

Jiang Lingling made a throat-slitting gesture, "My crew's bald director is more petty than a pinhead. If he knew I was talking about him behind his back, he would definitely make things difficult for me."

Although the 'shoes' aren't very big right now, it's still better than smaller.

Fortunately, the group around them were all righteous and passionate young people. Zhao Lei was the first to pat his chest and assure them, "Don't worry, Teacher Jiang, we will absolutely keep our mouths shut!"

The others chimed in, "That's right!"

"We're all on the same side!"

……

After lunch break, the crew of "Like a Dream" got busy again.

Jiang Lingling really didn't want to go back and face that two-faced director, so she simply stayed on the folding chair and didn't move.

The assistant asked, "Sister Lingling, aren't we going back?"

Jiang Lingling waved her hand and took the small fan from her assistant. "I only have one scene to film today. I'll go back later."

She happily adjusted her posture, thinking, "Perfect timing to observe and learn from Xie Qing's acting!"

When Xie Qing reappeared, his initial elegant Republic-era long gown had been replaced by a theatrical costume—

Wearing a ruyi crown and fish-scale armor, with three layers of gauze shoulder panels embroidered with intertwined peonies, and pearl tassels swaying gently with her movements.

With her plain white sleeves, twenty-four embroidered ribbons, and gilded scabbards adorned with mandarin duck swords, she looked exactly like Yu Ji from Peking Opera.

This was the first time Jiang Lingling had seen Xie Qing in opera costume. She stared blankly at the center of the set, her eyes wide with astonishment, "My goodness, she's so beautiful..."

A beautiful idea suddenly popped into her head, and she immediately took out her phone to create content.

……

After the scene ended, Xie Qing walked towards the rest area, only to see Jiang Lingling holding her phone, her fingers flying across the screen, unaware that he was approaching.

Xie Qing curiously peeked over and asked, "What are you writing? You seem so engrossed."

Without even looking up, Jiang Lingling blurted out, "Write a fanfiction about you and President Huo!"

The air suddenly went quiet. Jiang Lingling stiffly looked up and met Xie Qing's ambiguous smile.

She hurriedly grabbed her phone and hid it behind her back, stammering as she explained, "Um... I mean... I'm writing my thoughts on the play!"

"That's right, my thoughts on watching the play!"