Chapter 843: Teacher Yan, What Are You Doing?

Saturday morning.

Waking naturally with his biological clock, Li Luo opened his eyes to find himself staring at a ceiling still unfamiliar to him.

This time, he was not the first to wake up.

Ying Chanxi had woken several minutes earlier, but she hadn't rushed to wake the others—instead, she found a comfortable position and snuggled into Li Luo's arms.

When she saw Li Luo's eyes open, she couldn't resist leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

Sensing the girl's sweet scent, Li Luo turned his head and saw Ying Chanxi, like a startled little rabbit, immediately shutting her eyes and pretending to sleep.

Li Luo smiled knowingly, leaned down toward her—but didn't kiss her.

Ying Chanxi clearly sensed his movement, clenched her eyes shut, waiting for his kiss, but nothing came. Confused, she opened her eyes.

When she saw Li Luo grinning at her, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly shut her eyes again.

But this time, she couldn't escape—before she could close them, Li Luo seized his chance and pressed his lips firmly against her soft ones.

"Big sister, you've been sneaking snacks behind my back this early in the morning," Yan Zhusheng's voice came just in time from behind Li Luo. "You wouldn't even let me take a bite last night, yet you're enjoying yourself now."

Hearing Yan Zhusheng's voice, Ying Chanxi immediately pushed away from Li Luo, her lips still flushed, heart sweet—but she still denied it: "I just kissed him. It's not the same as yours."

"I never said you couldn't do that," Yan Zhusheng poked his head over Li Luo's shoulder, nudging Ying Chanxi. "It's really nice—you'll see if you try it."

"Stop talking," Ying Chanxi snapped, cutting him off. "Let's go for a morning run."

"Should we wake up Senior?" Yan Zhusheng asked.

"Let her sleep. It's Saturday, and the school isn't open for morning runs," Li Luo shook his head. "We're going to look at houses this afternoon—let her rest a little longer."

"Oh."

The three got out of bed, quickly washed up in the bathroom, changed into sportswear, and went out to jog once around the loop trail along the foot of Ningshan.

After returning home, Butler Liu had already arranged breakfast in the kitchen. After enjoying it, Ying Chanxi drove off to the company first.

Yan Zhusheng went to the fourth-floor piano room to warm up his voice, while Li Luo headed to the second-floor study and typed a few lines.

By eight or nine, he drove out to the set to check on the progress of "The Beginning."

More than half a month had passed since official filming began.

Because Ruan Lin had to return to school for final exams, they'd been racing to finish all scenes featuring the female lead.

So Ruan Lin arrived early at the set, followed Wang Jun's directions, and quickly got into character.

The Ruan Lin of today was like a completely different person from the high school girl of one or two years ago.

Not only had her personality matured and stabilized, but her acting had improved significantly.

Wang Jun was growing increasingly fond of her and had already privately arranged for her to work with him again next year.

This was naturally good news for Li Luo.

After all, Wang Jun wasn't short of projects, and Chongran Culture still lagged slightly behind in resources and connections.

Bai Lixuan, the male lead, had also received high praise from Wang Jun—his acting and personality were both excellent.

After all, he had been personally selected by Wang Jun from a pool of candidates in Jingzhao City, and Wang Jun was very satisfied with his performance.

"At this pace, we'll definitely finish filming before the New Year," Wang Jun said, sitting beside Li Luo during a break.

Li Luo nodded in relief: "With Director Wang at the helm, I have full confidence."

"So do you have any scripts for next year?" Wang Jun winked at Li Luo. "Don't forget to consider me."

"We haven't even finished filming yet, and you're already thinking about next year?" Li Luo chuckled. "That's a bit too ahead of schedule."

"These days, good resources have to be fought for," Wang Jun said boldly. "Just tell me—do you have any?"

"Not yet," Li Luo shook his head. "The film rights for 'Night Watch of Great Qian' will be sold, but they'll definitely be snapped up by Tencent Video."

"Unless you can secure connections in that area and land the director position yourself, there's no chance."

"I don't have much influence in that area."

Previously, "Little Joys" was acquired by Ying Zhicheng through Huayue Film and Television, which is why it ended up in Wang Jun's hands.

But if Tencent Video secures the film rights to "Night Watch of Great Qian," they won't come to Wang Jun.

Of course, if Wang Jun had the connections and ability to speak with Tencent Video, and given his two successful collaborations with the original author's other novels, there might still be a chance.

These things are uncertain.

Wang Jun listened silently and formed an idea—he didn't press further, only nodded and said: "I'll look into it first."

After chatting with Wang Jun, Li Luo stood up, brushed off his pants, and prepared to leave.

At that moment, the fruit Butler Liu had arranged had arrived at the set. Li Luo asked Xiao Wen, who was still at the set, to help distribute it to everyone.

Once he confirmed the fruit had been handed out, he bid farewell to Wang Jun and returned to Sky Ridge Elegant Residence.

As soon as he got home, Li Luo noticed several familiar pairs of shoes by the door.

Going upstairs to take a look, he heard familiar voices coming from the kitchen.

He walked over and saw, as expected, three mothers busy in the kitchen.

Lin Xiuhong was the head chef, Cui Suling was assisting, and Yuan Wanqing was helping out nearby.

As they prepped ingredients, they chatted and laughed about everyday matters, clearly enjoying themselves.

Even Yuan Wanqing, the big star, thoroughly cherished this quiet, ordinary daily life.

"Why did you come so early?" Li Luo checked the time—it was only 10:30 a. m. "Didn't we agree to go look at houses this afternoon?"

"Can't we come early for lunch?" Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes at her son's question. "What? Don't you welcome us?"

"How could I not welcome you?" Li Luo chuckled. "But we have a chef on duty—why trouble you to cook?"

"I have to say this to you," Lin Xiuhong warned. "Don't get rich and start hiring people for everything. Food cooked by your own hands tastes better."

"If you're busy, hiring a chef is understandable—but you can't do it every day."

"Occasionally cooking yourself makes life more interesting."

Li Luo didn't disagree with Lin Xiuhong's view—he walked into the kitchen, stepped behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders. "Alright, alright. So what are we eating today?"

"Cola chicken wings, spicy pepper chicken, Maple Tofu..." Lin Xiuhong recited today's dishes like a list of favorites, all of them dishes the three girls loved.

Ying Chanxi was someone she had watched grow up since childhood; she knew exactly what she liked to eat.

She had known Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu for over three years and had long since learned the tastes of the two girls.

Li Luo stayed in the kitchen for a while, saw there was nothing he needed to help with, and stepped out, heading toward the third floor.