Chapter 267 (Updated 2671)
267:
Mu Shaowu walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and saw that Ye Qingxi was still asleep.
Perhaps disturbed by the sudden switching on of the lights, Ye Qingxi raised her delicate white hand and rubbed her eyes.
"Dad, you're back."
"Um."
Mu Shaowu sat down by the bed and gently kissed his forehead. "You continue to sleep, Daddy is going to take a shower."
"Okay," Ye Qingxi said softly.
Mu Shaowu affectionately stroked his hair again before taking his pajamas and going into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Mu Shaowu habitually picked up his phone and opened WeChat.
He then saw that Feng Que had sent him two messages.
Feng Que: [Happy New Year!]
Feng Que: [Transfer]
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu glanced at the time; it was shortly after he went in to take a shower, which should also be shortly after Feng Que returned to his room.
He asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
Feng Que: [Start-of-work red envelope.]
It's neither 88,888 nor 66,666, just a regular 11,111. It looks perfectly ordinary, like a bonus from the director to the actors for the start of the workday. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it!
Mu Shaowu: [I see.]
Mu Shaowu: [Thank you.]
Feng Que: Just thank you?
Feng Que: [Don't you think you've missed something?]
What? Mu Shaowu looked at the message he sent, thought about it for a while, and finally caught a glimpse of the "Happy New Year" message out of the corner of his eye.
Could it be that he feels he should also politely reply with that?
Mu Shaowu: [Well, Happy New Year?]
Feng Que: [Is this what you meant by something special, not a mass-sent message, but something heartfelt and presentable to my parents?]
Mu Shaowu: [Aren't you living with your parents anymore?]
Feng Que: [Maybe they'll make me take screenshots?]
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu didn't think his parents would be that bored.
However, he still sent Feng Que another message from the past—just in case his parents were really that bored.
Mu Shaowu: [Happy New Year! Wishing my boyfriend all his dreams come true, good health, and great box office success in the new year. I hope your future films get better and better, win more and more awards, and become the world's most amazing director!]
This way, he could achieve great box office success and be nominated for awards.
Mu Shaowu: [Go take a screenshot.]
Feng Que looked at the New Year's greetings WeChat message he sent and instantly smiled.
This is truly heartfelt, filled with expectations for his health, career, and future.
Feng Que was satisfied and happy, and put Mu Shaowu back on the top of her chat list.
It wasn't that he particularly liked Mu Shaowu; it was mainly because Mu Shaowu was his fake boyfriend, making it seem more real, Feng Que explained to himself.
After receiving the opening bonus from Feng Que, Mu Shaowu lay down.
I had a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi got up early to get their makeup done and prepare for filming.
Ye Qingxi has strong professional skills and a long tenure, so she can already control her movements when getting into and out of character.
Mu Shaowu was clearly much worse than him; he was always slower at getting into character.
Fortunately, he didn't forget to study the script during his two days of rest, and with Feng Que's guidance last night, he was much more efficient than he was on other film sets.
Looking at the stark contrast between the father and son, the assistant director couldn't help but praise his favorite son once again.
"Xiao Xi's acting talent is absolutely amazing! Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a professional actor who had been acting for several years. No! I should say that even professional actors who have been acting for several years can't act as well as him!"
Feng Que: You've been acting professionally for several years, are you really not implying something?
"...Teacher Mu sent you a New Year's greeting via WeChat!" he reminded you.
"Xiao Xi sent one too!" the assistant director said happily. "I didn't expect Xiao Xi to send me one, so I sent him a red envelope."
Feng Que: ...Then why didn't you send one to Teacher Mu too?!
“Teacher Mu has also made great progress,” Feng Que said.
"That's right." The assistant director nodded. "Teacher Mu's performance in this play has completely shattered my previous prejudices against him. Indeed, seeing is believing."
Feng Que: That's more like it!
That way, I won't let down Teacher Mu's New Year's wishes to you!
After filming for three more days, Ye Qingxi was woken up by her alarm clock on the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and found that Mu Shaowu was still asleep.
"Dad, Dad, wake up." Ye Qingxi turned around and called to him.
Mu Shaowu turned over, seemingly unwilling.
Ye Qingxi playfully tried to poke his face, but as soon as her hand touched his cheek, she keenly felt that it was a little hot.
He quickly touched Mu Shaowu's forehead, and then touched his own forehead.
It seems to be hotter than his?
Unsure, Ye Qingxi jumped out of bed and went to find a thermometer.
He found the thermometer in the small first-aid kit in the room, shook it, then leaned closer to Mu Shaowu, unbuttoned the top of his pajamas, and tried to help him put the thermometer under his armpit.
Mu Shaowu was awakened by his movements. He opened his eyes groggily and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Dad, raise your arm a little, this arm," Ye Qingxi pointed.
Mu Shaowu obediently raised his arm.
Ye Qingxi quickly inserted the thermometer and then pressed his arm down, saying, "Squeeze it tight."
Mu Shaowu: ?
Mu Shaowu, still somewhat groggy from just waking up, asked, "Xiao Xi, what are you doing?"
"I think you might have a fever, so I'll take your temperature," Ye Qingxi said, glancing at her watch and noting down the time.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu touched his forehead. "Really?"
"We'll know when we check the thermometer," Ye Qingxi said.
After he finished speaking, he went to rummage through the small first-aid kit.
Upon flipping through the list, Ye Qingxi discovered: "Children's amoxicillin, children's acetaminophen and chlorpheniramine, Dinggui'er umbilical patch, children's lung heat cough and asthma granules..."
"Dad, don't you have anything for adults to eat? Like ibuprofen or something?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
He brought this medicine kit mainly for Ye Qingxi.
So the medicine placed here is basically for Ye Qingxi.
As for what he ate, he hadn't been sick for a long time, so he naturally forgot about it.
Ye Qingxi was at her wits' end with him, "This medicine box is so big, why don't you put any of your own medicine in it..."
As he finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel heartache and moved.
His father is such a fool.
Ye Qingxi leaned in and kissed his slightly hot face.
Mu Shaowu: !!!
"Baby, what are you doing? Have you forgotten that Daddy might be sick!"
"Fever is not contagious."
Ye Qingxi spoke with conviction, and after finishing, she kissed him again.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu felt that his son was being a little too proactive today!
After expressing her gratitude and heartache, Ye Qingxi called Zeng Chong and said, "Uncle Zeng, do you have any fever reducers? My dad seems to have a fever."
"What?!" Zeng Chong exclaimed in surprise, "He has a fever! I'm coming right now!"
"Remember to take fever reducer."
“I remember, I remember,” Zeng Chong said.
Ye Qingxi hung up the phone and then called Feng Que.
Feng Que had already washed up and eaten breakfast, and was getting ready to go to the film set when his phone rang. Seeing that it was Ye Qingxi's number, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Feng, my dad seems to have a fever. I'm taking his temperature now, so I wanted to let you know in advance."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? !!!
"No, baby, why did you call Feng Que?!"
He sat up quickly. "I'm fine, really, I don't need to ask for leave at all."
Ye Qingxi looked at his arm holding the thermometer and said anxiously, "Be careful with the thermometer."
"It's okay, I'm holding it in tightly."
"Then lie down properly," Ye Qingxi said.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu had no choice but to obediently lie down again.
Upon hearing their conversation on the phone, Feng Que quickly returned to the elevator and pressed the button for Mu Shaowu's floor.
After Ye Qingxi finished speaking with Feng Que, she hung up the phone and went to get Mu Shaowu a cup of hot water, saying, "You can drink this later."
Mu Shaowu: ...
"Baby, I feel really okay."
Ye Qingxi: "When I was sick, I felt fine, but Dad, weren't you worried too?"
"That's different. You're a child, and children are physically weaker than adults, so the way children get sick is different from how adults get sick."
“It’s the same,” Ye Qingxi said. “We’re both sick. Being sick makes people worry. Dad, you should lie down.”
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu had no choice but to lie down again.
He had just lain down when he heard a knock on the door.
"Zeng Chong arrived quite quickly," Mu Shaowu couldn't help but remark.
Ye Qingxi stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and found that it wasn't Zeng Chong, but Feng Que.
"How is your father?" Feng Que asked as she stepped into the room.
Ye Qingxi closed the door and led him to the bedroom of the suite.
Mu Shaowu was somewhat surprised to see him.
Hi~
"He's still having fun, looks alright," Feng Que breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting her mind at ease after the whole journey.
"What happened? Why did you suddenly get sick?" he asked with concern.
"It's still uncertain whether he's sick," Mu Shaowu said.
Ye Qingxi glanced at her watch and saw that ten minutes had passed, so she leaned closer to Mu Shaowu and said, "Dad, you can give me the thermometer now."
Mu Shaowu raised his hand to grab the thermometer.
His hand touched the neckline of her pajamas, causing them to fall to the side and revealing her fair shoulders and a small patch of dazzlingly white skin.
Feng Que unconsciously looked away and glanced to the side.
Ye Qingxi then took the thermometer from his hand.
But he doesn't really know how to read this kind of mercury thermometer.
So he could only ask for help, "Uncle Feng, can you read this?"
Feng Que then turned his gaze back to Ye Qingxi.
He took the thermometer from Ye Qingxi's hand.
38.5 degrees Celsius, that's definitely a fever.
"You should rest today," Feng Que said.
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
"Do I really have a fever?"
Feng Que nodded.
“That’s alright,” Mu Shaowu said. “Fever isn’t contagious, so I can work while I’m sick.”
Ye Qingxi: "Dad!"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu looked to Feng Que for help.
Please do me a favor, Director Feng.
Feng Que looked into his pleading eyes and felt the lingering warmth of the thermometer on her fingertip.
"I'm focusing on filming Xiaoxi's scenes today. You should get some rest. If you feel better by tomorrow, you can continue working tomorrow."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
No, didn't you understand what my look meant?!
Weren't we exchanging glances quite well in front of your grandfather before?
Mu Shaowu glared angrily at Feng Que.
Phoenix Palace: ...
"You should rest well and get better soon so that Xiaoxi can feel at ease and work more effectively. Otherwise, if you're not feeling well today and your condition isn't right, Xiaoxi will have to reshoot the scenes with you many times." Feng Que could only soften her voice and persuade him.
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Mm."
Mu Shaowu, considering his son and his own business acumen, finally gave up.
That's true. Even when he's healthy, he always holds his son back. Now that he's having health problems, even though he feels fine in his heart, he still often thinks his acting is perfect. So, let's just listen to the director.
Mu Shaowu looked at his son and said, "Alright then, Dad will rest more today."
"That's a good boy," Ye Qingxi thought to herself.
"Then Dad, you can stay at the hotel, get plenty of sleep, and work up a good sweat."
"How can that be?!" Mu Shaowu objected. "I definitely still want to go to the film set with you!"
Ye Qingxi: "What you need right now is rest."
Ye Qingxi sat on the edge of the bed and coaxed gently, "Daddy, you lie in bed and rest well. I'll come back to have lunch with you in the afternoon, okay?"
After saying that, he tucked the blanket around Mu Shaowu again, "I'll try to come back early tonight so I can spend more time with you~"
Feng Que: ...Baby, don't you think the tone of your voice right now sounds like a father comforting a child?
Mu Shaowu thought so too.
If he remembers correctly, he should be the father!
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