Chapter 61 Is there something wrong with your sense of taste?

Sheng Han and Shi Qing stood side by side.

The bridesmaid's high-pitched voice rang out: "Bow to heaven and earth."

The two turned around and faced the door.

Qi Yue, played by Shi Qing, slowly bowed, her wide sleeves falling to cover her clenched fists.

After the marriage was granted, Wei Yan came to find her. It was just a deal, for the convenience of revenge, and had nothing to do with love.

But the feelings in my heart for Wei Yan cannot be easily removed. They are like weeds, which will grow wildly with a little rain and dew.

Sheng Han's back was straight, and his posture of bending over was stiff with a hint of forbearance.

The character Wei Yan he plays is feeling a mixture of love and hate at this moment.

Marrying the daughter of your enemy is a betrayal to the ancestors of the Wei family.

But he wanted the bright moon to shine on him alone, which was an irresistible desire hidden deep in his heart.

"Bow to your parents twice."

They turned around and faced the tablet.

This time, Wei Yan's movements were slower and heavier.

He landed on his knees, which hit the ground with a dull thud, and his forehead hit the backs of his folded hands hard.

What comes before my eyes are the voices and smiles of my parents and brothers, and what echoes in my ears are the instructions given by my grandmother before her death.

Sadness and guilt gripped his heart, his eyes instantly turned red, and his fists clenched.

Qi Yue knelt beside Wei Yan. Through the hazy red gauze, she could clearly see Wei Yan's slightly trembling shoulders.

The sadness emanating from him made her feel distressed. At this moment, she really wanted to reach out and hug the man beside her.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

The two men stood up and stood facing each other.

Through the thin red veil, Qi Yue couldn't see his expression, but she could feel his gaze on her.

They bowed solemnly to each other.

Just as he bent down, Sheng Han reached out and accurately grasped Shi Qing's hand hidden in her sleeve.

Shi Qing's whole body stiffened.

There is no such action in the script.

His palms were burning hot, with calluses from years of martial arts training. His strength was irresistible, yet also carried a hint of cautious soothing.

It seemed as if some indescribable true emotion was being conveyed through this false ceremony.

It is Wei Yan's to Qi Yue, and it is also Sheng Han's to Shi Qing.

Shi Qing's heartbeat suddenly became disordered, and Qi Yue's mood was turned upside down by this sudden grip.

"Ka! Good! Very good!"

Wang Xing's voice instantly cut off the atmosphere.

He stared at the monitor with an undisguised look of satisfaction on his face.

"Sheng Han, the handshake at the end was so well-detailed! It perfectly captured Wei Yan's conflicting feelings of wanting to take advantage of him, yet also feeling sorry for him, finding solace in his pain!"

The surrounding staff burst into suppressed applause. They were also deeply moved by the atmosphere of the scene just now.

Sheng Han did not let go of her hand immediately, but still held it tightly, and just helped Shi Qing stand up straight.

He leaned forward slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Thank you for your hard work."

The warm breath brushed past the earlobes, carrying a weak electric current that instantly spread throughout the limbs and bones.

Shi Qing felt that the hand he was holding, along with half of her body, seemed to be numb.

It made her feel dazed.

Why does it feel like this wedding doesn’t belong to Wei Yan and Qi Yue, but more like the two of them?

After a while, Shi Qing finally found her voice. She hummed softly in her throat, with an imperceptible embarrassment, and signaled him to let go.

Sheng Han then hurriedly let go of his hand.

The two of them quickly distanced themselves from each other, as if the moment of intimacy just now had never happened.

Shi Qing's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she felt her neck suddenly sink. The weight of the phoenix crown seemed to have doubled at this moment, pressing her so hard that she almost fell forward.

"Xiaoxiao, come on, help me, my neck is about to break." She groaned and reached out to support the shaky crown.

Wu Xiao hurried over and carefully helped her walk towards the rest area.

Sheng Han could only retract his hand.

"Sister Qing, you've worked so hard. This crown looks heavy. I'm sure you won't be able to bear wearing it for a whole day." Wu Xiao said with concern.

During the transition, Shi Qing was finally able to sit down and take a breath.

She immediately saw Zhou Yuwen not far away, holding half a piece of red bean pastry.

Shi Qing's doubts surfaced again, and she couldn't help but ask, "Director Zhou, how does it taste?"

When Zhou Yuwen heard the question, he looked up and was about to tell the truth that the texture of the puff pastry was a little flawed, but his peripheral vision accurately caught sight of his cousin who was pretending to walk towards him casually not far behind Shi Qing.

Although there was a distance between them, she could still understand the nervousness in those slightly narrowed eyes.

Zhou Yuwen's mind raced, and an idea suddenly struck him.

She understood.

This must have been made by her cousin himself with lots of love!

Zhou Yuwen immediately switched to his best assist mode, a brilliant, almost exaggerated smile on his face: "Delicious! So delicious!"

"Sister Qingqing, these red bean pastries are amazing! The crust is fragrant and crispy, and melts in your mouth. The red bean paste inside is sweet but not greasy, and tastes exactly like I remember!"

As she spoke, she secretly signaled to Sheng Han with her eyes: Look at me, that's pretty good!

Sheng Han paused, and the corners of his tense mouth softened visibly. There was a hint of obvious approval in his eyes as he looked at Zhou Yuwen.

Shi Qing, on the other hand, was completely plunged into great confusion.

She lowered her head and recalled the first bite she had tasted. The pastry was clearly hard and even a little bit rough on her teeth.

Is it... is there something wrong with that piece of meat? Or is there something wrong with my sense of taste?

Shi Qing frowned. When she was thinking about whether to secretly eat another piece to verify it, she saw Wu Xiao next to her.

The filming of costume dramas has extremely high requirements on body shape. Some time ago, Sheng Han apologized and asked the five-star chef of Yunyue Hotel to deliver meals for a week. The delicious meals fed the staff well, and some actors with poor self-control also gained some weight. Even Shi Qing inevitably gained two kilograms.

Then the director and countless actors' agents all complained to Xia Zhu.

The benefits just stopped.

Xia Zhu strictly ordered Wu Xiao to keep a close eye on her diet and not to be influenced by Sheng Han's "sugar-coated bullets".

Seeing that Shi Qing was a little moved, Wu Xiao immediately grinned at her.

"Sister Qing, red bean pastry is high in calories. You've already eaten one piece today. You can't eat any more."

Just now when she went to get red bean cakes for Director Zhou, she found out that Sister Qing was eating them behind her back!

"I know, I know." Shi Qing sighed and looked away.

Soon, the stage manager came to inform us that the scene of the wedding room had been set up and they were ready to move to shoot the next scene.

It was not completely dark yet, but in order to create the atmosphere of a wedding night, the outside of the house had been tightly covered with thick black cloth, blocking out the last ray of sunlight.