Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 107 Goddess or Fox Spirit? The Torn Costume
10:30 p.m.

The central air conditioning in the room was humming softly as Jiang Qing leaned against the bay window and texted Zhou Ye.

Water droplets condensed on the glass beside him, sliding down as Meng Ziyi finished saying, "Wait for me for five minutes."

Zhou Yeye: "You've just finished your dinner with Sister Meng and the rest of the crew? You didn't drink too much, did you?"

Jiang Qing: "No, they have filming tomorrow, so they won't drink much."

Zhou Yeye: "Oh~ When does your drama start filming? I'll come visit you on set! I'm not starting filming until August."

Jiang Qing: "They say filming will start on the 15th, so there are still three days left."

Zhou Yeye: "Okay, okay, then I must come visit you on set. This is your first real drama."

Jiang Qing: "The one I repaired, Brother Ta?"

Zhou Yeye: "That was just a cameo role~"

Jiang Qing: "...Okay."

Zhou Yeye: "You went to visit Sister Meng on set, wasn't she very happy? Oh, right, you also went to visit Chen Duling on set."

Jiang Qing: "Some things have to be discussed face to face."

Zhou Yeye: "So, what's the result of our discussion so far?"

Jiang Qing: "A complete mess."

Congee Yeye: "..."

Zhou Yeye: "I'm going to sleep now. I have to get up early to work tomorrow."

Jiang Qing: "Good night."

Zhou Yeye: "Goodnight (puppy tilts head)"

Looking at the message history on the screen, Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he found himself becoming more and more skilled...

"Tsk..."

Jiang Qing smacked her lips, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.

For now, let's focus on the present.

Jiang Qing.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, a soft call drifted out, carried by the steam from the bathroom.

"Don't come any closer! Turn around and don't peek!"

Jiang Qing turned her back to the frosted glass and couldn't help but laugh as she thought about it.

is this necessary?

Amidst the pattering of water, he could imagine Meng Ziyi tiptoeing to reach those intricate ribbons; he had clearly seen the red gauze peeking out from her suitcase earlier.

A soft gasp suddenly broke the rustling of fabric, followed by the crisp sound of a beaded chain falling to the ground.

Jiang Qing subconsciously turned around and bumped into a vaguely beautiful silhouette. She hurriedly squatted down, her bathrobe collar hanging loosely, revealing a section of snow-white shoulder blade.

"I told you not to look!"

The frosted glass reflected her silhouette as she frantically tied her belt.

"How come this tattered skirt has so many layers!"

Jiang Qing tapped on the glass with her finger.

"Do you need any help, Teacher Meng?"

"do not want!"

The answer was firm and decisive, yet tinged with a nasal tone of embarrassment and anger.

"I always groan to myself when I'm filming!"

This time, it was Jin Chuan who made the noise of her hair bun getting stuck.

Jiang Qing suppressed a laugh as she looked at the menacing reflection on the glass, recalling the dignified fairy-like figure on the monitor during the day, who now looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.

As the red veil finally fell softly, Meng Ziyi, supporting herself against the wall, moved out, while Jiang Qing was gazing out the window at the lights of the film studio.

The moment she turned around upon hearing the noise, she rushed into his arms, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.

"Does it look good?"

She walked barefoot on the carpet, the gold chain around her ankles jingling.

The crimson shawl that should have been draped over her arms was now hanging loosely around her neck, resembling a silk necklace that seemed to both resist and welcome.

Jiang Qing's gaze swept over the floral decoration between her eyebrows, where there was still some undried rouge, and she couldn't help but smile.

"The headdress is crooked."

"Hey! What time is it and you're still worrying about headdresses?"

The scolding stopped abruptly.

She suddenly spun around, creating a fragrant breeze, and the silver bells adorning her waist jingled merrily.

The waistline, barely visible beneath the red veil, swayed with her dance steps, and the gold bracelet on her wrist clinked melodiously.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, wondering when she had learned this dance.

But at this moment, she was jumping haphazardly, and when her skirt tripped over her ankle, she stumbled and fell into his arms.

The hair ornament in her hair poked his chin, almost like a gesture of offering a kiss.

"on purpose?"

Jiang Qing supported her lower back, touching her warm skin beneath the thin gauze.

"Who told you to laugh at my mistakes during the day!"

She tilted her head back and rubbed her floral hairpin against his neck.

"The director said that a goddess should be dignified, but I'm playing a demon right now!"

The unfinished words were pressed back to the lips by the thumb.

Jiang Qing touched the lipstick that had smudged at the corner of her lips and suddenly remembered her ethereal and dignified appearance on the monitor.

The contrast is striking.

Jiang Qing lowered her eyes to examine the pretty face nestled in her arms, her gaze gradually becoming fiery.

Rouge smudged along the tip of her sweaty nose, adding a touch of bewitching charm to her originally dignified floral headdress.

Her collarbone was askew, revealing the delicate lines of her collarbone and the dazzling whiteness of her skin.

"Have you seen enough?"

She suddenly bit the silver chain that was dangling to her lips, her white teeth reflecting the pearl that was about to fall from the corner of her mouth.

"Director Guo said this costume cost the crew 30,000 yuan."

As she spoke, she stepped barefoot onto the tip of his shoe, the golden bell on her ankle brushing against his trouser leg.

Jiang Qing reached out and straightened the swaying phoenix hairpin in her hair, her fingertips catching a strand of wet hair.

Her fairy-like bun, styled during the day, was now mostly loose, with her black hair adorned with a red coral bead chain hanging down her chest, making her look like a fairy from a fairy tale who had secretly descended to earth.

But she still had to tilt her head back and imitate the look of a fox spirit, the gold foil at the corners of her eyes trembling slightly with her breath, turning her three parts of naivety into twelve parts of allure.

He looked her over and suddenly smiled.

"Sister Meng..."

He flicked his finger at the tinkling nine-curved ring on her wrist.

"You're wearing your tulle skirt inside out."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Meng Ziyi glanced down and hurriedly reached for the jade belt at her waist, causing her pomegranate-colored skirt to ripple instantly.

The beaded embroidered waistband that had been knocked off while dancing was lying under the coffee table, revealing the dimples of her waist faintly visible beneath her gauze dress.

The light made the thin gauze transparent, startling her so much that she turned to grab the shawl, only to have her fingertips tangled in the tassels.

Jiang Qing chuckled as he untied the silver bell from her hair and suddenly noticed a trace of a datura flower behind her ear.

The preserved flower petals used during the daytime filming were already wilted from sweat, but this secretly hidden artificial flower, warmed by body heat, bloomed beautifully among the black hair.

He recalled the fairy maiden on the monitor who even counted her steps when she turned around; at this moment, it truly lived up to the saying—a goddess descending into the mortal world.

Meng Ziyi blinked her carefully drawn fox-like eyes.

"I danced beautifully just now... um..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if it were soaked in honey, but the tone suddenly changed at the end. Jiang Qing's fingertips were sliding along her neck towards her collarbone.

As her fingertips brushed against his wrist, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, her rouge at the corners of her eyes making her look even more alluring.

"Would you like to see the full version?"

Before he could answer, she had already dragged him onto the bed.

The red gauze spread out all over the bed, and the phoenix embroidered with gold thread rested precisely on her heart.

She fumbled for the lipstick on the bedside table, but accidentally rubbed it on the tip of her nose while unscrewing it.

"Clumsy".

Jiang Qing snatched the lipstick from her palm, only to see her suddenly flip over and straddle her, swinging her bare feet back and forth.

"Isn't Dr. Jiang best at finding patterns?"

Meng Ziyi did not notice that the red gauze collar had slipped down to her armpits.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest; his heart was pounding incredibly fast beneath her palm.

"Now find mine!"

A video call from Yang Zi suddenly exploded in the ambiguous atmosphere.

Meng Ziyi frantically tried to turn off her phone, but her hair got caught on Jiang Qing's shirt button.

The more she struggled, the more her hair and clothes became tangled together.

In her anger, she tried to pull it off, but instead flung away the jade hairpin that was securing her hair bun.

"do not move."

Jiang Qing held her by the back of the neck and pressed his cheek against hers.

Between breaths, he caught a whiff of makeup remover lingering behind her ear and chuckled jokingly.

"You did seven takes this afternoon just for this shot?"

"certainly not!"

She stubbornly refused to admit it, but her burning cheeks betrayed her embarrassment and anger.

"I think Professor Meng planned this all along."

Jiang Qing used his fingertips to untie the belt around her waist, and layers of red gauze unfolded like flower petals.

"Teacher Meng is now more like a shattered sugar figurine."

"Jiang Qing!"

Meng Ziyi bared his teeth and brandished his claws, ready to scratch someone.

In the struggle, the two fell into the fluffy quilt. Her loose black hair covered the pillow, making her look just like a goddess who had fallen to earth in a play.

Suddenly, the sound of fireworks from a night scene of a comedy troupe came from outside the window, and the sparks of fireworks illuminated her moist eyes.

Jiang Qing leaned over her and saw her lips tremble slightly, her eyes sparkling with a captivating charm.

"Jiang Qing~"

She pronounced his name with a thousand and one turns, and as her fingertips slid down his spine, even the last syllable of her voice trembled seductively.

Jiang Qing suddenly grabbed her mischievous hand and pressed it against the pillow.

"Would Teacher Meng consider this performance an added scene?"

"Adding scenes is a basic skill for actors."

She twisted her ankles with an air of self-righteousness, the silver bells on her ankles ringing in an ambiguous melody.

"Dr. Jiang, would you like some... um!"

The unfinished provocation was completely swallowed up.

The lipstick smudged beyond the lines as she moved, leaving her lips and ears stained with a gaudy red.

Her fingers, which were clinging to his shoulders, suddenly tightened, and the ribbons of her costume wrapped around their wrists, like a red thread prepared by the God of Love.

As the second wave of fireworks exploded in the sky, Meng Ziyi was panting on Jiang Qing's shoulder.

The crooked floral decoration between his eyebrows brushed against his collarbone, and the sweat-dampened red gauze clung to his snow-white skin, making him more vibrant and alluring than any special effects makeup.

"I'll do it tomorrow."

Sensing something was wrong, she suddenly sat up in terror.

"There's still an early performance!"

Jiang Qing pulled the fleeing female fox back into his arms and smoothed away her smudged eyeliner with his fingertips.

"Teacher Meng looks like a fox spirit who has been struck by lightning."

"It's all your fault!"

She angrily bit his finger, but a smile flickered in her eyes.

"If they find my neck tomorrow..."

"That's not something I need to think about; I'm just captivated by Teacher Meng's charm."

Jiang Qing interrupted her, burying his face in her neck.

"Oh...be gentle..."

Meng Ziyi squinted her eyes, hugged his neck tightly, and a thin layer of sweat had already seeped onto her flushed cheeks.

"Teacher Meng, would you like to switch seats?"

A moment later, Jiang Qing looked up at her.

"Ok?"

Meng Ziyi looked at him with a dazed expression.

She followed Jiang Qing's gaze and stopped at the windowsill. She instantly understood his thoughts and gave him a flirtatious glance.

"You bad guy~"

Even so, she had already propped herself up and gotten out of bed, draped in her disheveled costume, and gracefully walked to the window, slowly bending down to support herself on the windowsill.

Then, Jiang Qing saw a beautiful woman in pink and white slowly turning her head.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness, and her lips curved upwards, her red lips as vibrant as roses. With every smile and frown, she was like a fairy under the moon, captivating and enchanting.

A smile that turns heads is truly captivating; this is the essence of it.

Jiang Qing's breathing became heavy as he stared intently at her as she stood up and slowly approached.

He lowered his gaze, following her pretty face down her back, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, her slender waist, and her round and pert buttocks, which appeared even more rounded and pert as she bent over...

"Jiang Qing~"

Her voice was languid and soft, making Jiang Qing's heart tremble.

"You little vixen!"

Jiang Qing felt a fire burning in her heart; there was no need for further words.

He buried his hands in her soft waist, lowered his head to kiss that delicate, luscious spot, and suddenly leaned forward!

"No~"

A mournful sigh suddenly erupted from inside the room.

As the moonlight scattered across the ground, Meng Ziyi buried his face in the pillow, pretending to be dead.

Jiang Qing chuckled as she held up the costume that had been torn by her.

"How does Teacher Meng plan to explain this tomorrow?"

"Just say it was carried away by a mouse!"

A muffled reply was accompanied by a kick.

"Anyway, there are more rats than extras in the film studio."

"Oh no! I have more than ten scenes to film tomorrow..."

"I believe you!"

"Hey! You beast..."

The last syllable disappeared into the overlapping breaths.

It wasn't until dawn that the props team realized they were missing a goddess costume.

It is said that it was later damaged by a particularly greedy mouse, which even gnawed off half of the golden phoenix's wing.

(End of this chapter)