Chapter 490

Zhou Huimin had already prepared for the shoot, and Director Xu Ke told her to relax: “It’s normal for newcomers to do dozens of takes; you’re the boss—if you can afford the film and labor, you can do as many takes as you want.”

Then Mei Yanfang left the room, and Director Xu Ke was ready to begin shooting from her entrance.

The crew seemed to have all left; Amin felt she was alone in the room, and the red veil wasn’t transparent, so she couldn’t see anything outside.

What was supposed to happen next? Oh right—Mei would come in, take her hand, lift the veil with the wedding scale, drink the wedding wine, then the camera would focus through the red candles, the image would blur, and finally both would fall onto the bed—of course, there would be no kissing or bed scenes.

Soon she heard footsteps entering the room; as a musician, Zhou Huimin’s ears were sharp, and she sensed something was off—these footsteps were heavier than Mei Yanfang’s.

But she couldn’t lift the veil now—the shoot had already started.

The person sat beside her, and Amin instinctively shifted slightly to the side; then the person picked up the wedding scale and pointed it at her red veil.

When the obstruction was lifted, Wei Ming appeared before her, dressed as a groom in ancient costume.

Zhou Huimin’s eyes instantly lit up—she thought Guzhuang Wei Ming was even more handsome!

She nearly shouted his name, then heard Wei Ming say: “My lady, greetings.”

Besides Wei Ming, the cinematographer also entered with the camera; Zhou Huimin suppressed her overwhelming excitement and continued with the script: “My husband, greetings.”

“Cut.” Xu Ke appeared. “That shot’s good. Prepare for the wedding wine.”

Zhou Huimin suppressed all her questions and quickly moved on to filming the wedding banquet scene—almost no lines, just drinking water—but Amin’s gaze toward Wei Ming was already slightly intoxicated.

After drinking the wine came the bridal chamber scene—filmed very subtly, not even a kiss was captured; with so many people present, neither of them actually went through with anything—Amin was still a virgin.

But once the crew had all left the room, before Amin could move, Wei Ming kissed her—strongly, forcefully.

The two, still in their wedding robes, wriggled together on the crimson bed.

After a long while, Amin finally caught her breath and asked: “Why is it you?”

Wei Ming: “I’ve been in Hong Kong for a while, but I never contacted you—I wanted to surprise you today. Director Xu Ke and Mei Yanfang have both been bribed by me.”

Hearing Wei Ming had deliberately planned this surprise, Amin’s eyes immediately welled up—so that’s why. All her recent sadness had been for nothing.

But seeing Wei Ming at that moment was truly joyful—this rollercoaster of sorrow and joy must be love.

At that moment, all her worries, grievances, and uncertainties about the future vanished—so what if she wasn’t his only one? Right now, she only wanted to truly consummate the marriage.

But then a furtive figure appeared—Mei Yanfang, still wearing the groom’s outfit, and she had two sets.

Amin remembered Wei Ming had never promised her a role in the MV, so she asked: “Do I have to redo this with Mei again?”

Mei Yanfang waved her hand and began taking off her clothes: “No, I’ve fully handed this role over to Mr. Wei. I just came to say goodbye. Oh, and Mr. Wei, don’t forget you owe me a song.”

Zhou Huimin looked at Wei Ming; he gave Mei Yanfang an OK sign: “I’ll give it to you when I come to Hong Kong next month.”

After she left, Wei Ming told Amin: “You think it’s easy to get her to cooperate? It wasn’t just one song—it had to be tailored to her voice and style.”

“My dear Wei Ming, you’ve worked so hard,” Amin pinched his cheek.

Then Xu Ke popped up again: “Still lying in bed? Go change clothes.”

The two hurried up, changed from wedding robes to casual wear, and prepared to film the scenes of them painting and playing the qin.

To please his little girlfriend, Wei Ming—who had always refused to appear publicly to avoid exposure—broke his own rule and became the male lead in Amin’s first MV.

But his scenes were few—after the boudoir scenes and a few exterior shots, it was done; the focus was still on Amin, and audiences and fans wanted to see her.

Later, Wei Ming changed clothes once more and filmed one exterior scene—his entire role was finished today. Amin still had two more days of shooting; she thanked the crew and got into Wei Ming’s car.

“How was your first acting experience?” Wei Ming asked Amin.

“Hmm, it was fun—easier than I thought,” Amin said, slightly proud; the shoot had gone smoother than she imagined.

Wei Ming: “Because it’s an MV, not a real film. Audiences won’t scrutinize your performance, and there’s no dialogue—directors can convey emotion through editing.”

“I see. I thought I was pretty good,” Amin humbly accepted Wei Ming’s advice. “How’s your movie coming along?”

Wei Ming: “Today I had a detailed talk with the director and visited the set. In another week or two, I’ll return to Hong Kong and stay for two months straight.”

Hearing this, Amin was overjoyed—she wouldn’t be alone this summer.

“Do you need me to make a cameo in your movie?” Amin requested. “I’d like to try what real filming is really like.”

“Sure.”

There wasn’t really a suitable role for Amin in the story, but Wei Ming would try his best—after all, this was Zhou Huimin’s film debut, and it might help the box office a little.

Now it’s trendy for singers to act; Tan Yonglin and Zhang Guorong are still primarily singers, but they’ve been filming a lot lately, and thanks to their loyal fans, their box office results have been solid.

On the way, Wei Ming explained the plot of Home Alone to Amin.

“The male lead is my cousin Xi Zi—my dad will come to Hong Kong as his temporary guardian.”

“What about your mom? I miss her cooking,” Amin asked.

“My mom? I’ll try to get her to come too,” Wei Ming said. Keeping the old couple apart for so long wasn’t right.

At the building’s entrance, Wei Ming parked the car: “I need to visit Lao Gui and Ni Nai. Should I drop you off first, or do you want to come up with me?”

“I’ll come up with you,” Amin said, then kissed him.

Before getting out, they lingered in the car for a long while; when they got upstairs, Wei Hong opened the door.

Seeing the two of them arrive together, hand in hand, Wei Hong was stunned—what on earth had happened in just one day?

“Grandpa, Ni Nai, my brother and Amin are here!” Wei Hong called out.

Lao Gui put down his map and removed his reading glasses.

“Ah, you’re here.”

Lin Ni smiled: “I thought you wouldn’t have time today. Your grandpa and I were looking at apartments.”

Wei Ming asked with a smile: “Finally planning to buy a place? Prices are about right now.”

He walked over to take a look: “You’re looking at apartment buildings?”

“What else?” Lao Gui retorted.

Wei Ming: “You’re such a big boss—why not buy a villa? My little aunt bought one, around ten million.”

Lao Gui gave him a look: “You think our catering business is like a toy company—one hit product and you’re rich? We work hard, step by step. Every dollar we earn is hard-won, and all profits go into buying shops and opening stores. Your Aunt Fen and I both earn salaries.”

Their salaries were high, though not as high as Liu Bin’s—just enough for an apartment.

Wei Ming sat down: “Then buy an apartment. Amin, listen to me—get your mom to buy a villa. Your fame is growing; too many neighbors aren’t safe. You’ll need more privacy going forward.”

Zhou Huimin immediately agreed: “Okay, I’ll follow your advice.”

Now she was picked up and dropped off by a driver—otherwise she couldn’t even move around. Wei Ming’s suggestion was practical.

She didn’t know how much money her mother had, but she herself had some money—thanks to Hong’s management, it had grown beyond before, and a new album would bring another income.

Besides, buying a villa meant more private space to be alone with Wei Ming.

Hearing this, Lin Ni nudged Lao Gui: “They don’t want to be separated from Aunt Fen and Amin—let’s stay neighbors, okay? I want to live in a big villa too.”

Lao Gui couldn’t stand her cooing in front of the kids, so he sighed: “Fine, fine, fine. Have Aunt Fen look for nearby villas for sale—we’ll just close two stores if we have to.”

Wei Ming: “No need to go that far—you can take out a mortgage. Once the Sino-British negotiations end, the economy will recover. Keep your cash for business.”