Chapter 187: Casting

In Xiang Fei's study.

Just as Xiang Fei was feeling a headache, the study door was slammed open with a "Bang!"

"Daddy!" Five-year-old Xiang Yang rushed in like a little cannonball, throwing himself directly onto Xiang Fei's legs, "Play with me!"

Xiang Fei quickly closed his computer and scooped up his son in one arm: "Yangyang, Daddy is working."

The little one pouted: "You've been looking at the computer for so long! Mommy said if you don't come out, you'll sleep in the study tonight!"

Xiang Fei chuckled: "Did Mommy really say that?"

"Mm!" Xiang Yang nodded vigorously, then grabbed his hand and dragged him outside, "Hurry up! Mommy is waiting for us in the living room!"

Helpless, Xiang Fei had no choice but to let his son drag him out of the study.

In the living room, Zhou Huimin was tidying up Xiang Yang's toys. Seeing the father and son come out, she raised an eyebrow and said, "The big director finally deigns to show himself?"

Xiang Fei raised his hands in surrender: "My lady, please calm your anger; this humble one knows his mistake."

Zhou Huimin couldn't help but laugh, picked up a throw pillow, and threw it at him: "Stop being cheeky!"

Seeing this, Xiang Yang immediately excitedly joined the fray: "Daddy, take this!" He grabbed another pillow and threw it at Xiang Fei.

"Alright! You mother and son are teaming up, are you?" Xiang Fei pretended to be hit, stumbled backward, then suddenly counterattacked, "The big tiger is coming to eat you, ah-woof!"

Yangyang laughed, ran behind Zhou Huimin, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Daddy, you can't catch me, nyah-nyah-nyah..."

The three of them tumbled around in the living room, their laughter almost lifting the roof off the house.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after putting Xiang Yang to sleep, Zhou Huimin returned to the bedroom and found Xiang Fei sitting by the bed again, frowning in deep thought.

She walked over, gently smoothed out his furrowed brows: "Still thinking about the casting?"

Xiang Fei sighed, pulled his wife down to sit beside him: "Mm, it's quite difficult."

Zhou Huimin blinked: "I have a suggestion."

"Mm?"

"Let Big Brother Hong try playing the male lead, Li Jun. I think he should have no problem; Big Brother Hong's acting is trustworthy. Let Sing play Wu Wenbin."

Xiang Fei's eyes lit up: "Big Brother Hong's steadiness and reserve are indeed suitable for Li Jun... wait, Sing? He's already on the comedy track now; there's no going back!"

Zhou Huimin smiled: "Don't forget he once acted in your 'Parasite', and he can absolutely master this complex role."

Xiang Fei nodded thoughtfully: "What about the female driver, Qiu Shuwen?"

Zhou Huimin suddenly straightened her back: "Me!"

Xiang Fei was stunned: "You?"

Zhou Huimin narrowed her eyes: "What? Don't you trust my acting?"

"No..." Xiang Fei quickly explained, "You haven't acted in such a long time, focusing solely on music for so many years..."

"Hey, don't look down on people, okay!" Zhou Huimin pretended to be angry.

Xiang Fei was about to say something else when Zhou Huimin suddenly pounced, biting his neck: "Making me look down on you!"

"Hiss—" Xiang Fei sucked in a sharp breath, then felt his wife's softness pressed against him, and his body immediately reacted.

Zhou Huimin noticed too; her face flushed, and she whispered softly: "Keep it down... Yangyang just fell asleep..."

Those words were like a fuse; Xiang Fei exploded instantly, flipping over and pinning his wife beneath him: "Young Lady Zhou, you are playing with fire..."

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Two hours later, Zhou Huimin, drenched in fragrant sweat, leaned against Xiang Fei's chest: "Now... do you believe I can act well?"

Xiang Fei kissed the top of her head, fully satisfied: "Comrade A-Min is indeed still sharp..."

"Get lost!" Zhou Huimin punched him, then spoke seriously: "Seriously, let me try this role; I feel I can handle it."

Xiang Fei studied his wife seriously—although they were both thirty, Zhou Huimin's eyes still held the clarity of a young girl; time had only added to her charm.

"Alright." He finally nodded.

Zhou Huimin smiled confidently: "Thank you, dear."

The next morning at the breakfast table, Xiang Yang looked curiously at his parents: "Daddy, Mommy, did you fight last night? I heard it was very loud..."

"Pfft—" Xiang Fei spat out a mouthful of coffee.

Zhou Huimin's face instantly turned red to her ears; she quickly picked up a shrimp dumpling for her son: "Eat quickly! I'm taking you to kindergarten today!"