By the time Han Shao Zhou arrived near the filming location, it was already past nine.
Han Shao Zhou asked the driver to wait, then got out of the car, wearing a mask. A man with a work badge hanging around his neck came over to ask who he was. Han Shao Zhou claimed to be a friend of Mo Ming.
“Mo Ming?” The man frowned. “Never heard of him. We don’t let non-crew members in. You’ll have to wait outside.”
Han Shao Zhou was about to call Mo Ming when the man glanced at him and said indifferently, “We have a lot of celebrities in our crew, and the filming is highly confidential. Not just any friend of some D-lister can waltz in here. Don’t bother trying. Just wait outside.”
Han Shao Zhou raised his eyes and shot the man a cold look.
The man was taken aback and seemed like he wanted to say something but ended up sneering instead. Having worked on the set for months, he was used to dealing with outsiders trying to pull strings to sneak in for a glimpse of the stars. If this were a friend of a big name, he might have let it slide, but for some nobody’s friend? No way.
Han Shao Zhou turned and walked aside, dialing Mo Ming’s number.
He knew the entertainment industry was a place where people respected the powerful and looked down on the weak, but hearing someone dismiss Mo Ming so lightly annoyed him.
Who the hell was this guy to call his Mo Ming a D-lister?
When the call connected, Xiao Song answered again. Upon hearing that this “Z Brother” had arrived outside the set and wanted to come in, Xiao Song’s head started to hurt.
“This crew doesn’t allow outsiders in. It doesn’t matter if it’s Mo Ge’s friend; even more prominent actors can’t bring people in,” Xiao Song said politely, unsure of how to address this “Z Brother.” “Brother, you should go back. Once Mo Ge finishes shooting, I’ll have him call you back…”
Before Xiao Song could finish, Han Shao Zhou, already irritated, hung up. His mood soured even further.
He had just returned from a business trip and wanted to see his pretty little lover, but even that was proving difficult.
Han Shao Zhou found Liu Hekun’s number in his contacts.
Shengtai had invested in almost all of Liu Hekun’s films, including the current one, “Remnant Sword.” Plus, Liu Hekun was a friend of Cai Zhao, so Han Shao Zhou had a bit of a connection with him.
“…I’m outside, but your staff won’t let me in… Yeah, thanks, Director Liu.”
After hanging up, it wasn’t long before Liu Hekun’s assistant came running over, quickly apologizing to Han Shao Zhou. “Sorry, sorry, our guy must not have recognized you, Mr. Han. You there, don’t you have any sense? This is…”
“Enough,” Han Shao Zhou cut him off. “I’m just here to look around. As for you…”
Han Shao Zhou turned to the now-nervous man. The guy still hadn’t figured out who this masked man was, but seeing how deferential the director’s assistant was, he knew this person was no ordinary visitor. Just as he feared he might lose his job, he heard Han Shao Zhou say in a deep voice, “Mo Ming is not a D-lister.”
With that, Han Shao Zhou walked away.
During a break, Liu Hekun came over to greet Han Shao Zhou. Not being a stranger, he affectionately addressed him as “Little Han.”
Han Shao Zhou had great respect for true talents like Liu Hekun, so he pulled down his mask to greet him. When asked why he suddenly showed up at the set, he calmly said he was just curious and decided to drop by.
“Director Liu, you can go ahead and do your work. I’ll just look around,” Han Shao Zhou said.
Liu Hekun really didn’t have time to entertain Han Shao Zhou, so he offered to have his assistant accompany him, but Han Shao Zhou declined.
With his mask on, Han Shao Zhou quietly wandered around the set, not asking anyone for directions as he searched for Mo Ming.
The set was buzzing with activity—over fifty people were preparing to shoot a chase scene on a long street in the film base. It was break time, and the place was full of noise.
Han Shao Zhou was no stranger to film sets. Back when Wen Ci was acting, visiting the set felt like coming home. Now, three years later, standing in this environment again stirred a lot of emotions.
But there were no regrets.
Moving through the crowd, Han Shao Zhou finally spotted Mo Ming.
Mo Ming was dressed in a black, sheer night suit, with a silver whip, used as a weapon, coiled around his waist, accentuating his slender figure. At the moment, he was holding a script, deeply focused, completely absorbed in his work.
Perhaps it was the dark color of the night suit or the fact that the spotlight was shining so brightly on him, but Han Shao Zhou couldn’t help but notice how Mo Ming’s face seemed to glow, his features more sharply defined and handsome than ever before.
Han Shao Zhou found himself rooted to the spot.
It seemed like this was the first time he had seen Mo Ming at work—focused, meticulous, with a hint of cold sharpness in his furrowed brows. Just standing there, Mo Ming was impossible to look away from.
The Mo Ming he thought he knew was always gentle and soft, with no temper to speak of, even a bit silly. If it weren’t for him protecting Mo Ming from the shadows, who knows what would have happened to him in this industry… Han Shao Zhou always believed he understood Mo Ming completely, but right now, the person in front of him seemed so new, so different, like someone he had never truly possessed.
It was like catching a glimpse of something dazzling, and Han Shao Zhou stood there, gazing at Mo Ming, feeling a ripple of emotions he couldn’t quite describe.
He had always been clear about his relationship with Mo Ming, so he never cared whether Mo Ming was exceptional or not. He had always liked him for his looks, in a shallow way. But this moment of awe had nothing to do with Mo Ming’s face, and it made Han Shao Zhou’s heart skip a beat.
Liu Hekun picked up a megaphone and started directing the crew. Everyone quickly got into position, and Han Shao Zhou, along with some staff, moved to the side.
This scene took nearly an hour to complete, and Han Shao Zhou stood quietly for the entire time, his eyes never leaving Mo Ming.
The fight scene was executed flawlessly by Mo Ming—every move fluid and precise. His waist seemed impossibly flexible, not at all like the one Han Shao Zhou held tightly at night.
Mo Ming was quick to get into character. As soon as the clapperboard hit, he was fully immersed in his role. Han Shao Zhou might not understand acting, but he could tell that the actor paired with Mo Ming couldn’t keep up with his pace. Liu Hekun scolded several actors for their mistakes, but he didn’t say a word to Mo Ming.
Han Shao Zhou couldn’t describe what he was feeling. It was as if Mo Ming belonged to everything—the cameras, the spotlight, even the night itself—but not to him.
After wrapping up the scene, the actors, looking exhausted, headed off to remove their makeup and change. The extras simply took off their outer costumes, while those with more elaborate makeup and costumes needed more privacy. Most of the well-known actors had their own trailers where they removed their makeup.
Mo Ming followed a few actors to the makeup room, where temporary changing areas were set up, each separated by gray curtains with flip signs outside.
Mo Ming took the clothes Xiao Song handed him and went into the changing area at the far end. Just as he was about to untie the sash at his waist, he suddenly heard the curtain being yanked open. He instinctively turned around to see a tall figure standing before him.
Han Shao Zhou pulled off his mask.
“What are you…”
Mo Ming was shocked, still trying to process what was happening when Han Shao Zhou stepped forward, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him close, fiercely capturing his lips.
The small space was cramped with both of them inside. Mo Ming took a half-step back, hitting the wall, with no room to retreat, completely enveloped by Han Shao Zhou’s presence.
Xiao Song watched as a figure marched straight into Mo Ming’s changing area. He called out in alarm, “Hey, someone’s in there…”
But when he pulled back the curtain, he froze in shock.
Mo Ming was pinned by Han Shao Zhou, unable to say a word. Out of sheer embarrassment, he managed to make a shooing motion with his hand, signaling Xiao Song to leave.
Xiao Song quickly let go of the curtain, his mind going blank.
What the hell?!
What on earth was happening?
Fresh off the set, the makeup room was bustling with assistants and actors hurrying to get changed and remove their makeup. No one noticed the two people who had slipped into the corner’s makeshift changing room, separated by nothing but a few flimsy pieces of cloth.
Xiao Song finally came to his senses, cold sweat trickling down his back.
Who was that man?
And who was he to Mo Ge?
No, no, that’s not the point. The point is that there are so many people outside. What if someone finds out?!
Is this really the place to be doing this kind of thing?
Xiao Song stood with his back against the thin curtain, like a soldier guarding a gate. He glanced around the makeup room, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
A male actor came over and said, “We were just planning to grab a late-night snack together. You and Mo Ming should join us.”
Xiao Song forced a smile. “Mo, Mo Ge has some personal matters to attend to, so he won’t be going.”
“Oh, okay, maybe next time then.”
The actor seemed to think Mo Ming was taking a long time to change and glanced at the curtain behind Xiao Song. Xiao Song, now on high alert, subtly shifted to block the actor’s view, smiling nervously. Fortunately, the actor didn’t think much of it and left.
Xiao Song exhaled a long breath. Ever since becoming Mo Ming’s assistant, he’d never felt this kind of ridiculous pressure before…
Meanwhile, inside the cramped changing area.
Mo Ming was left breathless, his brain nearly short-circuited from the intense kiss, his legs so weak he almost slid down the wall. He clung tightly to Han Shao Zhou’s neck while Han Shao Zhou forcefully held his waist.
After a while, Han Shao Zhou finally pulled back.
Mo Ming gasped for air, looking disheveled, his eyes slightly glazed over from the lack of oxygen. In that moment, Han Shao Zhou suddenly saw Mo Ming as a fragile little thing, like a snail without its shell, and his heart softened.
“Why did you come to the set?” Mo Ming asked in a low voice as he caught his breath. “My colleagues are right outside. If we’re discovered, it’ll be social suicide for me…”
“I just couldn’t hold back…” Han Shao Zhou took Mo Ming’s hand, gently kissing his cold fingertips, chuckling softly. “I missed you too much.”
He thought it was just a little bit of longing, but now that he was here, his heart was pounding with excitement.
“Don’t you miss me?” Han Shao Zhou asked, looking at Mo Ming. “It’s been over a week since we last saw each other.”
Mo Ming smiled and leaned up to kiss Han Shao Zhou’s cheek. “I missed you.”
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