She responded faintly, pulled him to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and dragged him inside.

"Lie down." Qiao Nansheng placed the medicine box on the bedside table, opened it, and said to Zhou Cheng. When she took out the medicine and turned around, she saw that he was still standing there without moving. She frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you to lie down? Do I have to do it myself?"

Zhou Cheng looked at her without saying a word.

Qiao Nansheng put down the medicine in her hand, walked in front of him, and began to undress him.

Strip naked.

Facing the man's smooth upper body, Qiao Nansheng felt no embarrassment whatsoever. She reached out and pushed him onto the bed, then leaned in and stared at the slightly swollen scar on his back.

The old man really hit hard; not only was it swollen, but it also drew blood.

Qiao Nansheng reached out and poked it: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Cheng: "Want me to hit you with this stick?"

She shut up, opened the ointment to apply it to his hands, then suddenly put it down, got up to go to the bathroom to wash her hands, dried them with a clean towel, and then came out to apply the ointment to his hands and begin massaging him.

The stinging and burning sensations were incredibly stimulating, creating an intensely pleasant and tangy experience.

Zhou Cheng often gets injured while filming, but for some reason, even though he was injured so badly before, it didn't seem to hurt much. Today, he was only hit by the old man with a stick, but it hurts so much. He has never felt this pain when he was hit several times before.

He pursed his thin lips, and as Qiao Nansheng reapplied the ointment and placed his hand over her again, he couldn't help but say, "Could you be a little gentler? It hurts."

Qiao Nansheng rolled her eyes: "When Grandpa hit you, I didn't see you say it hurt."

“I already said that,” Zhou Cheng said, frowning.

"That's what I asked." Qiao Nansheng rolled her eyes again: "If it really hurt, you would have screamed when the stick hit you, okay?"

"..." He fell silent.

After she massaged him for a while, he said softly, "Wife, be gentle, it hurts."

"..." Qiao Nansheng's hand trembled, and she slapped down harder.

Zhou Cheng gasped. This time, she was really in pain. The old man's stick hit her bone, and her hand happened to land on the bone. That was really painful.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Qiao Nansheng quickly removed her hand, pouted and blew on his back: "It won't hurt so much if it's cooler."

Zhou Cheng: Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

The process of applying the medicine was incredibly long, yet it also felt somewhat sweet.

Zhou Cheng was thoroughly enjoying the sweet torment. If he wasn't worried that if the massage continued, his back would not only fail to get better but might become even more swollen, he wouldn't want Qiao Nansheng to stop.

Qiao Nansheng, her hands reeking of ointment, looked disgusted and said, "Ugh, it stinks."

The taste is comparable to Yunnan Baiyao.

Zhou Cheng lifted his eyelids slightly: "Isn't it all because of you? If you had said so earlier, I wouldn't have taken this blow."

"How was I supposed to know Grandpa would actually do that?" Qiao Nansheng pouted. "You're Grandpa's own grandson, after all."

“So now you know.” Zhou Cheng sat up. The ointment on his back was slowly drying. He picked up his clothes from the bedside and put them on. He pulled too hard, which aggravated his back pain, but he didn’t even frown as he quickly got dressed.

"Can you walk? Or should I go downstairs and bring you your food?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Zhou Cheng's face darkened, and he looked at her with the same eyes that looked at an idiot: "I injured my back, not my foot."

Qiao Nansheng: "Oh!!"

The two went downstairs to eat, and after the meal, they sat in the living room and watched TV for a while before going back upstairs.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had taken the blow for her sake, Zhou Cheng had been acting particularly arrogantly and naturally ordering Qiao Nansheng around these past two days. He would ask her for help when he was thirsty, when he wanted to eat fruit, and when his phone was out of battery.

Qiao Nansheng swore that if it weren't for that blow... she really wanted to throw her phone in his face!

That scoundrel of a man, all he knows is to take advantage of this opportunity to order her around!

Once his back injury heals, let's see how she gets her hands on him again!

…

However, Qiao Nansheng's idea was destined to remain just a thought.

Zhou Cheng didn't stay at home for more than a few days. Around the middle of the month, he had to go to the premiere of a movie he had filmed in another city and attend some other event for a week.

Qiao Nansheng was overjoyed to know, "When are you leaving? Are you leaving now? Do you want me to take you?"

Zhou Cheng, his face dark, glared at the woman in front of him who was practically jumping for joy, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Tomorrow! No need to see me off! Someone will pick me up!"

"Oh." Qiao Nansheng noticed his anger and chuckled, "You can go out without worry, I'll miss you."

"..." Ha, there's no way he actually believed that.

Zhou Cheng walked to the bedside and sat down expressionlessly, throwing the paper script that Ming Qiu had sent to her: "The director asked when you're going to audition for the role of Qing Niang."

The appointment was originally scheduled for the 5th, but Zhou Cheng forgot to tell Qiao Nansheng, so it was postponed.

Qiao Nansheng was stunned for a moment when she saw the script thrown into her arms.

She blinked, then blinked again, reached for the script, flipped through it, and her eyes widened: "You really think it's me?"

She saw that the actress who played Qingniang was listed inside, and her name was hers.

"Hmm." Zhou Cheng responded casually. Seeing her shocked expression, her eyes wide open, he found it inexplicably cute and reached out to rub her cheek. "Director Ming's casting is special. He looks at photos, and if he thinks someone is suitable, he goes to audition. When are you planning to go?"

As Zhou Cheng spoke, he took out his phone to check the time and said, "If I leave, you won't be able to find the place by yourself. How about this, my flight is at 3:40 tomorrow afternoon, I'll accompany you to the audition in the morning. Anyway, it's just you auditioning alone, it won't take long, and if nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to finish before 2 pm."

Qiao Nansheng still found it unbelievable and hadn't heard what he said at all. She reached out and pinched her cheek, asking, "Really? I can audition now? If I pass the audition, does that mean I can act in the movie?"

"Yes." Zhou Cheng nodded. "Then I'll accompany you to the audition tomorrow morning?"

"Ahhh!" Qiao Nansheng suddenly exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and rushing towards him. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she asked excitedly, "Are there lots of delicious foods while filming? Can I eat the props? Am I going to have a huge fan base soon?"

"..." Zhou Cheng's lips twitched slightly, and he reached out to push her away: "This... you're thinking a bit too far ahead."

They're only filming now; when it will air depends on the TV station's arrangements.

If filming ends in March, plus post-production, dubbing, and other miscellaneous things, the earliest we can go is August or September. By then, summer vacation will be over, and the only time we can schedule it is during the winter vacation. However, the winter vacation is short, and it coincides with the Chinese New Year, which is not ideal.

However, a good drama can become a hit no matter what the circumstances.

However, choosing the summer vacation period will attract more visitors and increase the chances of it becoming a hit.