Chapter 137: Sweet Stomps

It is already late autumn, almost winter now.

The temperature is only a few degrees; Kyoto's winter arrives early and is very cold.

When going out at night, Song Huan Yan always puts on a down jacket.

Nan Gong Yu also wears a turtleneck sweater with a thick wool coat, and also a scarf.

In this scene, Qiao An has to wear a suspender dress, and Qin Zi Mo is even worse, wrapped only in a bath towel, exposing his upper‑body muscles.

And this is not even a bedroom scene.

It is a night shoot by an outdoor pool.

The plot is that the male lead, wrapped in a bath towel, is just about to dive into the water to swim, when the female lead questions him because of the male supporting actor.

The two erupt into an argument; the male lead becomes aggressively jealous and forcefully kisses the female lead.

The female lead, angry, pushes the male lead away, and he accidentally falls into the pool.

The female lead, anxious, quickly jumps in; the male lead forcefully kisses her in the pool.

At first the female lead struggles, but later she stops struggling.

Essentially, it's a pretty good scene; once filmed, the result is excellent.

The actors work hard and suffer, after all it's truly cold.

But actually it's nothing; this is a job—if you can hold up this bowl of rice, you should be able to endure such hardship.

Moreover, the two's salaries for this drama aren't low.

Who isn't working hard?

In the dead of winter, anyone still working has their own hardships.

And their pay is something ordinary people wouldn't dare imagine for several lifetimes.

It's hard work, yet not hard.

But now the awkward part is that Nan Gong Yu and Song Huan Yan are sitting in the director's seat watching!

There's a heater warming nearby.

This makes Qin Zi Mo and Qiao An feel extremely tormented inside and also very embarrassed.

But there's no choice; when Tang Chenge shouts "Start", the two still have to act.

However, because they feel truly uneasy inside, their performance is really poor.

Several takes didn't make it, and the two are freezing to the bone.

Although after getting out of the pool, someone gave them clothes, Ginger Soup, a hot‑air blower, they still feel uncomfortable.

In one take, when Qin Zi Mo forcefully kisses Qiao An, his gaze unexpectedly lands on Song Huan Yan's face.

Such detail is clearly visible in the footage.

Angrily, Tang Chenge shouts, "Qin Zi Mo, what are you doing? Can you film properly?"

Qin Zi Mo repeatedly apologizes, "Sorry, another take."

Qiao An clutches the bath towel wrapped around her by a crew member, trembling, and the next second has to grit her teeth and take it off for another go.

Her face turned ashen.

Song Huan Yan watches with "great interest."

Nan Gong Yu remains silent beside her.

After a hard‑fought half an hour plus, they finally finish shooting the scene.

Having seen it, Song Huan Yan thinks Tang Chenge truly is a genius; the filming was superb.

Just watching, the emotional tug, the shot composition, the angle choices make everyone's heart race.

Of course, she doesn't feel that way, because she knows how disgusting the two are.

That's perfect!

When this drama goes viral, these scenes will stick in people's minds, the ship will go crazy, and the two will be exposed again.

Probably the viewers will feel so disgusted they'll want to vomit!

The two get out of the pool onto the shore; their lips are frozen black, and their jaws tremble wildly.

At that moment, Nan Gong Yu takes off his own scarf and, in front of the two, places it around Song Huan Yan's neck, his clear, cool voice softened as he says, "Don't freeze."

Song Huan Yan looks at him, "I'm not cold; you don't freeze."

The wind by the pool is still quite strong.

After saying that, she intends to give the scarf back to him.

But he forcefully wraps it around her neck, smooths it, covering most of her face, and says, "Don't move, it looks good like this."

Hearing "good looking," Song Huan Yan raises an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

Nan Gong Yu nods, "Hmm. Very good looking."

His eyes are full of appreciative light.

Song Huan Yan purses her lips, "Fine."

Since it's pretty, let the husband be cold for a while… okay?

This interaction, seen through Qiao An's and Qin Zi Mo's eyes, is truly a blow and glaring.

Their teeth are clenched, yet they dare not utter a word; probably the suppressed feeling is also painful.

Although the crew is tidying them up, their gazes involuntarily fall on Song Huan Yan and Nan Gong Yu.

At this moment, Nan Gong Yu's phone rings.

He picks it up and says to Song Huan Yan, "Work call."

Song Huan Yan nods, "Okay, you take it."

The man answers, and his speech is fluent, standard English.

Song Huan Yan turned her gaze toward him, the phone from abroad.

Seeing Song Huan Yan looking at him, Nan Gong Yu said while reaching out, pulling her into his arms and hoisting her onto his shoulder.

Qin Zi Mo and Qiao An's hands, holding the ginger soup, were trembling violently.

Nan Gong Yu's English had become native-like.

One by one, obscure technical terms flowed fluently from his mouth.

His speech speed alternated between slow and fast, measured yet somewhat overbearing.

With that work demeanor, among ordinary people he was nothing short of a king‑level, overwhelmingly flamboyant presence.

And at that moment he still had the mind to pull Song Huan Yan into his embrace, as if their affection didn't affect his work at all.

Success at work seemed etched into his genes.

Song Huan Yan quietly leaned against his strong shoulder, wrapped in a scarf so that only her two beautiful eyes were exposed.

Like a flawless, exquisite porcelain doll.

Nan Gong Yu's powerful aura unintentionally revealed a tension that was fully stretched and flamboyant.

It was a film crew, with many staff and lots of equipment, a bit of chaotic mess.

But when this man made any work call, the aura he exuded covered the entire set.

A crew that didn't match him at all instantly turned into his own stage.

Everyone's gaze couldn't help but stare at him, forgetting even what they were supposed to do.

Is this the charm and aura of a top‑level boss at work?

Only after Nan Gong Yu hung up did the crew snap back to reality.

The ginger soup in Qiao An and Qin Zi Mo's hands had gone cold.

Their bodies felt even colder.

And their hearts had already frozen into ice!

Some "showing off" is clearly low‑key, unintentional, even just everyday.

Yet for some people it feels as heavy as a thorn, piercing their hearts with countless wounds, bleeding nonstop.

But that's just karma.

It's called… having a great hand, yet being ruined by one's own greed, selfishness, and malice.

Nan Gong Yu checked the time, put away his phone, took Song Huan Yan's hand, wrapped it, and said, "Huan Yan, are you home?"

Outside, it was quite cold.

Qiao An and Qin Zi Mo still had to keep filming, to keep "enduring hardship."

But Nan Gong Yu and Song Huan Yan didn't need that; going home now, with home heating and each other's body heat, was the most down‑to‑earth happiness in the world.

"Fine." Song Huan Yan sat up straight, "Let's go."

There were no extra words, no deliberately flamboyant posturing, only a calm composure, cool and unshaken.

Looking at her exceptionally beautiful eyes, Nan Gong Yu reached out, his bones distinct, his long white fingers pulling back the scarf that covered half her face.

He lowered his head, placing a warm kiss onto her equally warm soft lips.

Only then did Nan Gong Yu stand, extending his hand, "Let's go."

Tang Chenge, standing nearby, was already so sweetly overwhelmed he wanted to kick his feet.

Song Huan Yan extended her hand, clasped Nan Gong Yu's, stood up, "Mm."

The two lifted their steps.

Meng Changfeng, equally sweetly overwhelmed, hurried to keep up.

Tang Chenge also came to his senses, "I'll see you two off."

When Tang Chenge left, the crew relaxed.

And Qiao An and Qin Zi Mo couldn't help but look at the two's backs.

Their emotions were extremely complicated.

They wanted to be angry, to scream, to roar, with boundless hatred, yearning to loudly ask: Why? Why did things turn out like this?

Why did they become like this?

But all that anger, resentment, incomprehension, and boundless hatred turned into a deep helplessness.

Such helplessness can devour a person's soul!

Like the scattered, feather‑like helplessness of an ordinary person after middle age.

Like the helplessness of a three‑year‑old child lacking survival ability.

Like wanting to shout at the world, to cry out its unfairness, yet still being powerless to overturn any injustice.

Until a crew member urged them, "The ginger soup's getting cold; Qin Yingdi and Qiao Xiaohua, drink quickly."

"Finish drinking and then go blow‑dry your hair. The makeup artist is ready for touch‑up, the costume designer, the clothes, the outfits are ready. What's the next scene?"

Qiao An and Qin Zi Mo drank the lukewarm ginger soup, their hearts filled with even stronger resentment!

The two were still freezing and suffering here, yet still had to film the next scene.

Nan Gong Yu and Song Huan Yan, hand in hand, left affectionately and effortlessly!

Going home to turn on the heating, snuggling together, needing to do nothing, with money that would last for generations!

Ninety‑nine percent of people would have to bow before them!

Why?

And why?

Afterwards, more crew members began to gossip.

"President Song really has a great fate; being a Billionaire Heiress is enough, yet she even married the head of the Yu Huang Group! That's the Global Number One Conglomerate, truly impressive!"

The point is, this person in power treats President Song really well!

Yeah, it's just ridiculous. President Song is definitely a winner in life, like a novel heroine stepping into reality!

I just heard President Song tell Director Tang that the coffee is… made in the private Kitchen of Nan Gong Yu's family. Supposedly fresh beans air‑freighted in, blended by a world‑class barista, and specks of edible gold leaf throughout!

That coffee really is delicious, I've never had coffee this good—rich, mellow, silky. Emma, the texture is absolutely superb, and the biscuits are also incredibly tasty!

Sure enough, the pleasures of the rich are unimaginable.

These voices of discussion made Qiao An explode beyond control.

Originally, such enjoyment was already within her easy reach!

If she were still with Nan Gong Jue, could she possibly not afford it?

Even if Nan Gong Yu uses only the world's top‑quality for everything.

Then, in her role as a younger sister‑in‑law, she can just as rightfully enjoy it!

As a prospective sister‑in‑law, what she enjoys with Song Huan Yan is certainly identical!

But now…

Qiao An lowered her eyelids, looking at her current mess.

The towel wrapped around her for warmth was almost soaked through.

Song Huan Yan is being cared for, respected, discussed, praised and envied— all a perfect contrast that kills her.

But…

Just two months ago, she was smugly scheming with Qin Zi Mo against Song Huan Yan.

She was still enjoying the money and affection Qin Zi Mo gave her.

Later she also enjoyed the wealth and glory bestowed by Nan Gong Jue.

Why, after only two short months, did she end up like this?

Everything should have been hers, clearly!

Isn't the unlucky one, the one who got knocked off the horse, supposed to be that vicious old woman Song Huan Yan?

How did Song Huan Yan still pull off a spectacular comeback, leaping to become the First Lady?

Being pampered to the extreme by a man like Nan Gong Yu!

Listening to the staff still fawning over and envying Song Huan Yan, she couldn't hold back any longer and said, "President Song is just from a good family!"

Otherwise, she really doesn't dare to say anything else now, at most she curses in her mind.

When she said that, a staff member snapped back, saying, "Qiao Xiaohua, you can't speak like that. President Song does have a good family background, but his character and temperament are also evident to all. Take Nan Gong Yu, a lofty, ultra‑sharp top‑tier big shot—if his character is poor, no amount of pedigree helps."

Those few words left Qiao An so stunned she couldn't speak.

Nan Gong Yu and Song Huan Yan got into the car.

Nan Gong Yu said, "Huan Yan, that filming is really exhausting. Do you want to consider giving up?"