Her Majesty the Empress arrived at the film set first.
The makeup artist was already waiting and imdiately started applying her makeup.
Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, she kept glancing outside, wondering when Lu Hualiang would arrive.
Just as she was about to finish her makeup, she saw Han Luoqi stepping off the van with his assistant and agent.
Han Luoqi’s face was somber, and he exuded an unmistakable aura that warned people to stay away.
Clearly, he was not in a good mood.
He whispered a few words to his agent and assistant, and then they left.
He walked alone toward the makeup room where Xia Weibao was located.
Her Majesty the Empress raised an eyebrow.
Xu Jiayang was a man of principle who absolutely forbade any hint of favoritism in the crew; everyone from the director to the cleaning lady had to avoid suspicion.
Thus, the makeup rooms for n and won were separate.
And yet Han Luoqi was heading toward the won’s makeup room...
There was no doubt about it; this person had to be Lu Hualiang!
Glancing again at the wound on his lip, Xia Weibao secretly chuckled.
She sat back seriously, then quaintly let the makeup artist finish her makeup.
When Han Luoqi sat down beside her, she intentionally coughed twice, making so noise.
Hoping that the man beside her would glance at her.
This feeling was akin to a secret affair.
There was a sweetness like being the only sober one among a group of intoxicated people.
Xia Weibao felt little bubbles of excitent rising in her heart.
Seeing her sit there giggling like an idiot, Han Luoqi glared at her.
Then he straightened up, letting the makeup artist apply his makeup.
Xia Weibao also straightened up in a mock-earnest manner, while thinking how fake this guy’s seriousness was.
Soon, the makeup artist finished applying makeup to both of them.
The two makeup artists packed their things and left.
Xia Weibao coughed twice again, saying to her makeup artist, "Sister Xu, could you please close the door for ?"
Sister Xu glanced at Han Luoqi, rembering the fierce fight between the two yesterday, and swallowed nervously.
Could it be that they didn’t finish fighting yesterday and were continuing today?
The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seed.
To avoid collateral damage, she quickly closed the door.
The mont the door closed, Xia Weibao lunged at Han Luoqi.
"Honey!"
Unexpectedly, Han Luoqi was startled by her, dodging backward while lifting his leg, aiming a kick at the woman coming toward him.
He kicked Xia Weibao right back.
"Oh my goodness!"
Her Majesty the Empress was kicked back into her chair, holding her stomach, wanting to hit soone!
She was always the one doing the hitting; when did it beco soone else’s turn!
And the one who hit her was her own husband!
No need to say more; soone would be kneeling on a durian tonight.
But she didn’t expect Han Luoqi to look at her with a face full of caution.
"Xia Weibao! What’s wrong with you! If you want to die, don’t drag into it!"
That tone, that expression.
Xia Weibao’s eyes widened, "You’re Han Luoqi?!"
"Of course! Who else would I be if not Han Luoqi!"
Xia Weibao, furious and pointing at him, "Why aren’t you my husband!"
Han Luoqi, "..."
Why would I be your husband?
"What happened to your lip!"
If he wasn’t Lu Hualiang, why was his lip also wounded!
Han Luoqi touched his lip, "Bit it accidentally, what’s the problem?"
Xia Weibao angrily said, "You did it on purpose, didn’t you? I just bit my husband’s lip this morning, and you pull the sa stunt!"
Han Luoqi, "..."
He seed to realize sothing...
Xia Weibao touched her stomach, rembering the kick and planning to settle it later.
Right now, she had sothing important to ask.
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