Chapter 1308: 632 Slapping the face, kissing [1 more update]_2 Chapter 1308: 632 Slapping the face, kissing [1 more update]_2 “No need, no need.” Qu Lingyun was pleasantly surprised, “We’re already at the final stages now. She’s been pushing herself too hard, and I can’t persuade her to take it easy.”

Yu Xiheng sat across from him, “When will the shooting be finished?”

“Scheduled for the end of November,” Qu Lingyun said with a complex expression, “She’s really dedicated, and her efficiency has exceeded my expectations.”

“I was thinking if we couldn’t finish shooting this year, we’d aim for the Glain Award the year after next. I didn’t expect us to actually make it.”

According to the rules of the Glain Awards, films considered for this year’s awards must have been finished and produced last year, regardless of the release date.

Even being a day late would mean a delay of a whole year.

Yu Xiheng looked at the door to the rest area, his smile faint, “She’s always worked hard.”

“Yes,” Qu Lingyun sighed deeply, “She’s more driven than Yun Lan. I believe she will be the next recipient of the Glain Lifetime Achievement Award.”

“Director Qu, there’s trouble!” Suddenly, a crew member ran over in a panic, “Teacher Si has fainted.”

Qu Lingyun’s expression changed. Before he could stand up, a breeze rushed by his side: Yu Xiheng had already disappeared.

Outside, the medical staff of the crew were frantically placing Si Fuqing onto a stretcher and rushing her into the rest area.

Yu Xiheng’s fingers moved, chilly to the touch, “What happened?”

“Mr. Yu!” The female doctor was startled, quickly saying, “Mr. Yu, rest assured, there’s no danger to her life. It’s just a chill that has entered her body, and Miss Si is also on her menstruation. I’ll prescribe some painkillers for her.”

Yu Xiheng’s chill subsided somewhat, and he said, “Thank you.”

The female doctor immediately went to get the medicine and quickly returned, handing it to Yu Xiheng.

She hesitated before adding, “Mr. Yu, Miss Si is pushing herself too much, and no one can convince her. Please talk to her and urge her to rest.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes dropped, his voice calm, “I know.”

He went into the rest area, dismissed the others, and fed Si Fuqing the medicine.

After a while, she woke up, still feeling bursts of tearing pain in her abdomen that made her involuntarily curl up.

But before she could curl up, a warm hand covered her abdomen, easing her pain.

Si Fuqing was taken aback and looked up, “Brother Nine?”

“Menstruating, and you still go diving?” Yu Xiheng looked down at her, closed his eyes, and said, “The water you were diving into was thirty degrees below zero. Do you disregard your health that much?”

He knew that to ensure authenticity in the film, Si Fuqing would not use any evolved being powers or the power of Yin and Yang while acting.

Even though her physical constitution was much stronger than a normal person’s, continuous filming combined with yesterday’s treatment of Yu Qishan had truly exhausted her.

Si Fuqing turned her head away, speaking in a very soft voice, “I forgot.”

“Forgot?” Yu Xiheng was both exasperated and amused by her.

But he couldn’t bear to scold her and simply helped her sit up, “Drink some water to warm your stomach.”

He held her with one arm and carefully fed her brown sugar water with the other.

The brown sugar water turned into a warm current as she drank.

Si Fuqing sipped it mouthful by mouthful.

It was sweet.

But suddenly, she felt like crying.

Not because of the pain.

Such pain was nothing to her.

She had once been clawed through the abdomen by a frenzied beast in the Eternal Continent Forest, the beast’s claws laced with poison, making her innards writhe with agony.

She calmly found an antidote, dealt with the toxins, and then sutured her own wounds.

Because she knew that after Ye Wanlan left, if she got hurt, there would be no one to whimper to.

She had to be strong, to keep moving forward no matter the pain.

But now, suddenly, she had someone to lean on again.

Yu Xiheng patiently fed her the entire bowl of brown sugar water.

Si Fuqing knew she was at fault and buried her head in a pillow, “I feel much better, I really forgot, I’m not lying to you.”

Yu Xiheng said, “Mhmm, I know.”

She’d been filming underwater scenes for a month, often neglecting her own body while working.

“Lie down and rest.” Yu Xiheng took the bowl away, his eyes downcast, his tone a few degrees colder, “Don’t you dare disobey.”

He got up, intending to prepare her another bowl of brown sugar glutinous balls. But as his eyes glanced over, he saw that the pillow was dampened by a small patch of water.

The girl curled up into a tiny ball, tears following one another down her cheeks.

She was crying.

Yu Xiheng’s expression rarely showed a moment of blankness, and for the first time, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

He lay down beside her, holding her, and said in a low voice, “I’m not scolding you, Fuqing.”

“I know,” Si Fuqing paused, her voice very low, “I’m just very happy.”

It had been so long since anyone had taken care of her like this.

“Happy?” Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment, then touched her head, “You’re so easily pleased, my girl.”

He saw all her unease.

He would not ask her about it, only stay with her.

With her eyes feeling heavier, Si Fuqing attempted to lift her hand to rub them but was stopped by Yu Xiheng holding her wrist, “Disobeying again, use a tissue.”

Si Fuqing took the tissue from his hand and wiped away her tears.

The feeling of heaviness in her abdomen had indeed lessened much, and she propped herself up on the bed to sit, turning to face him, her gaze pausing.

“…Why are you in bed?”

His expression didn’t change as he lay on his side looking at her, with one hand supporting his head, “To comfort you.”

Si Fuqing uttered a small “oh,” “Now that I’ve been comforted, it’s my turn to reciprocate. I should comfort you, too.”

Yu Xiheng’s other hand was on her head, then he suddenly asked, “Can I kiss you now?”

Si Fuqing’s abdomen didn’t hurt anymore, but her brain started to signal a strike.

He touched her head again, “If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as a yes.”

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next second, there was weight upon her lips as he kissed her ever so gently.