He Mingxiao leaned against the tree with his arms crossed, his dark gray shirt collar slightly open and the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing the firm and smooth muscle lines of his forearms.
His face was shrouded in the shadows cast by the tree canopy, his eyes were deep, and a cryptic smile played on his lips.
A bead of cold sweat slowly trickled down Nan Xian's forehead.
After ten years of close contact, she was already able to sensitively perceive all his emotional changes.
He's not very happy right now.
He Mingxiao moved. He slowly stepped forward to her and looked down at her.
"You seem pleased that I didn't come?"
On the plane to this location, he saw the original footage sent by the assistant director.
After Nan Xian realized he was not there, she appeared noticeably more relaxed and cheerful than in the previous episode.
This frustrated He Mingxiao.
When he heard Yu Lin's confession with his own ears, his displeasure reached its peak.
He even considered rushing up to him and punching him to make him think straight.
But he couldn't; he dared not forget the promise he had made to Nan Xian.
Moreover, he wanted to hear her thoughts.
What do you think of what Yu Lin said?
Nan Xian took half a step back and said helplessly:
"When I was nineteen, my understanding of liking and affection was very vague, and I often confused the two. Yu Lin's feelings for me were probably like that; he mistook liking for first love... I won't take it to heart."
These were her true feelings, and she did not hold back or exaggerate because He Mingxiao was standing opposite her.
Especially since she is no longer the twenty-three-year-old Nan Xian, she views Yu Lin with the mindset of a thirty-three-year-old, just like she would a child from another family.
She only felt distressed; how could she possibly feel any attraction?
Seeing the helplessness hidden between her brows, He Mingxiao's mood instantly brightened.
He curled the corners of his lips, not without a hint of smugness, and said:
“You’re right, he’s still a greenhorn and not right for you at all. You should choose a man who is truly capable, responsible, who can protect you from the storms of life and remove all obstacles for you.”
Nan Xian looked up at him, her brows slowly furrowing.
"Do you mean I should just be a caged bird that needs to be protected?"
He Mingxiao was startled and subconsciously said, "That's not what I meant."
"I don't care what you mean." Nan Xian said coldly, her tone sharp. "He Mingxiao, I will never be anyone's pet again. No matter how powerful you are, you can't confine me to the mundane details of daily life and make me a 'well-behaved and sensible' wife."
She straightened her chest and turned to leave without waiting for his reply.
"I—" Watching her retreating figure without turning back, He Mingxiao raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, muttering with a wry smile, "How did I make her angry again..."
**
Seeing Nan Xian return with a bad expression and sit directly next to Yao Mingke, Yu Lin was taken aback and quietly swallowed the concern he was about to express.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his fingers fidgeting nervously, somewhat regretting his earlier actions.
Seeing that He Mingxiao wasn't there, he decided to quickly get closer to Nan Xian, so he deliberately said those things in front of the camera...
He got carried away with his success.
Nan Xian was still angry and her face was ugly. Yu Lin didn't dare to speak again, and Yao Mingke wanted to liven up the atmosphere but had no idea. So she suggested going to Lang Zhuo's stone house.
The three of them set off together.
Upon arriving at the stone house, we happened to see Lang Zhuo arguing with Director Deng.
Lang Zhuo: "The bed in the stone house is too small, I need to get a bigger one!"
Director Deng: "That's a standard single bed, we can't change it."
Lang Zhuo: "I have long arms and legs, so it's uncomfortable for me to sleep."
Director Deng remained unmoved: "You chose the room yourself. If you think the bed is too short, you can sleep at an angle."
Lang Zhuo's debate failed to reach a conclusion, and in his anger, he finally made a harsh statement:
"If you don't change my bed, I'll sneak into your tent in the middle of the night and steal your sleeping bag!"
Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.
In the end, Director Deng had no choice but to compromise and had a new bed delivered to him by helicopter.
Seeing this, Yu Lin was eager to try it himself and went to ask Director Deng for new furniture, just like Lang Zhuo had done. The result—
Director Deng gave him a look that said, "Young man, you're very brave," and Yu Lin immediately chickened out.
He stood back next to Yao Mingke timidly, pouting pitifully, and muttered, "Director Deng is so mean, he treats people differently based on their status."
"Pfft—" Nan Xian, who happened to hear this, couldn't help but laugh.
Yu Lin was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that her complexion had returned to normal. His eyes lit up and an idea immediately came to him.
He strode over to her side, rummaged in his pocket, and pulled out a seashell about half the size of his palm.
"I saw a hermit crab with a really beautiful shell molting while I was walking on the beach. I waited for ages until it finished. I've already washed this conch shell, so it doesn't smell anymore. Here, sister, it's for you!"
Seeing his expectant look of praise, Nan Xian was really at her wit's end.
If he refuses, it's because he spent a lot of time finding this person; but if he accepts, who knows how the audience will interpret it...
As she hesitated, a hand reached out from the side and took the conch shell away.
Yao Mingke played with it. "This is really pretty. The shape is just right to hold my scented candle—Nan Xian. I'll go find you another one later!"
Nan Xian immediately said, "It's okay, it's just for decoration anyway."
Yao Mingke grinned and put his arm around Yu Lin's shoulder. "Little brother Yu Lin, you don't mind if I take it, do you?"
Yu Lin looked at Nan Xian, paused for a moment, and said softly, "It's alright."
Nan Xian couldn't bear to look him in the eye, so she made an excuse and hurriedly returned to her room.
Ding He had already cleaned up all the rose petals on the bed, and the red curtains in the room had been tied up, making it look much more normal than before.
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