"I miss you. Can you just hold me while you sleep?"

Shao Wenwu looked aggrieved, his ears turning red as he spoke: "Not attacking me?"

Si Jin really wanted to... pinch his cheek.

So that night, Si Jin put some "affection" into his food.

Made in the heavens, it works instantly.

But at night, by the light of the moon, they tore off the red silk from the wooden bed, tied the person up, and finally…

I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Shao Linyuan, who was such a domineering person in his past life, I don't know where he learned to be so aggrieved.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with tears: "Jinjin, I haven't recovered yet. Can we do it another day?"

The thought that he had suffered injustice at her hands for over 1,300 years made Si Jin... unable to bring herself to do it.

Sometimes, Si Jin really hated his damned, indelible conscience and bottom line. He was willing to bet that if it were Yu Yan in this situation, he would have shut the other person up immediately.

But... Yu Yan said she wouldn't do that tiring work.

Having to put in all the physical effort and still have to serve your wife, humbly coaxing her—isn't that insane?

Finally, Si.brain-dead.Jin left.

When I got back to the dorm, I only took out two tissues to wipe my hands.

Inside the display case, Shao Linyuan looked as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Phew—" Their status is temporarily secured.

However, the money-making plan cannot be neglected.

After taking a shower, he covered himself with the blanket, which still retained a trace of its warmth. He curled up inside, as if his heart, which had cooled down a thousand years ago, was gradually warming up again.

Ding Sisheng is being fawned over because he's rich.

If he has money, he can fawn over Jinjin.

In the middle of the night, Shao Wenwu turned on his phone and typed in traditional Chinese characters: "Methods to make money quickly".

The most eye-catching words in the search results were "actor".

… …

The next morning, what woke the entire Supernatural Museum was not an alarm clock, nor sunlight, but the trembling screams of the artifact restorers.

"Emperor Shengwu has disappeared! Cultural relics are lost!!!"

Thirteen hundred years ago, the most valuable cultural relic was lost, which immediately alarmed the curator.

A group of people searched around the exhibition hall for a long time, but couldn't find a trace of it.

Some people even looked at the marks on the bedding and thought that Shao Linyuan had been kidnapped by a ruthless "flower thief".

Meanwhile, the artifacts that had been sought all over the world were...

Film and television city.

Wearing a black robe with gold dragon patterns, and with his gilded imperial crown swaying slightly as he looked up, he carefully examined the sign in front of him that read "Hiring Temporary Actors."

After a moment's thought, not knowing how to queue, I walked past a group of people in casual clothes outside and went straight into the room where the Emperor NPC was being interviewed.

His long, slender hand rested on the table, and he asked in a deep voice, "May I...do I need to?"

The assistant director was taken aback—good heavens, he had never seen an extra with such a strong presence, and who also came with such a realistic costume.

He immediately slammed his hand on the table and agreed: "You're the one!"

"Hmm." Emperor Shengwu nodded in satisfaction, and with just a few simple steps, he exuded the aura of a supreme ruler.

The filming went very smoothly, with all scenes completed in one take. The assistant director even pulled Shao Linyuan aside and added two extra chicken legs to his lunchbox.

"Young man, you look like you're only in your early twenties. Your acting is really good. How about we add each other on WeChat and keep in touch later?"

Shao Linyuan pondered for a moment and then nodded.

In order to make money and curry favor with the commoner, the aloof emperor lowered himself and added the commoner on WeChat.

Everything was going smoothly until the assistant director realized something was wrong when he watched the final cut.

By this time, the news of Emperor Shengwu's disappearance had already made headlines at the Supernatural Museum, and was being bombarded with trending topics.

The assistant director became increasingly suspicious, and soon compared the photos from the Supernatural Museum with the photos of Shao Linyuan in the final cut.

Three seconds later, with a thud, the phone fell to the ground.

Oh my god! This is terrible!!!

How could he possibly let the esteemed Emperor eat a boxed lunch?!