Cloud Peak Apartments, noon.
The door to the master bedroom was gently pushed open.
Su Qianqian stepped out in her little slippers.
She had casually thrown on one of Gu Chengyu’s black dress shirts, the hem just barely covering the middle of her thighs, revealing her slender, beautiful legs.
Her long hair was unbrushed, slightly tousled, but it only accentuated the delicate, porcelain-like glow of her freshly washed face.
Su Qianqian shuffled slowly toward the dining room, feeling a faint, lingering soreness in a certain unmentionable place.
Yet her entire body felt as if it had been soaked in sunlight and replenished with energy, brimming with vitality.
"I really need to take better care of myself…"
She muttered under her breath, reaffirming the thought she’d had earlier.
Work was important, but so were the moments that recharged her—the ones that left her feeling content and at ease.
From now on, she wouldn’t neglect one for the other. She’d make more time for him.
In the dining room, Auntie Zhang had already prepared an elegant brunch.
The moment she saw Su Qianqian emerge, she hurried over. "Miss Qianqian, you’re awake! You must be hungry—come eat while it’s hot."
"Mm, thank you, Auntie Zhang."
Su Qianqian replied softly, settling at the table and taking small, delicate bites of the shrimp wontons.
While she ate, Auntie Zhang went to tidy the master bedroom.
The room still carried the sweet, warm fragrance that lingered after Su Qianqian had been thoroughly loved.
Auntie Zhang, being a woman of experience, caught the scent and understood immediately.
Outwardly, she showed no reaction, simply drawing back the curtains and cleaning meticulously.
The single armchair nearby still looked plush and inviting, but Auntie Zhang’s gaze paused when she noticed the faint marks on its back—creases that looked as if something delicate had gripped it tightly.
Even the high-quality fabric’s natural resilience couldn’t smooth out the wrinkles completely.
Her eyes drifted to the right armrest and the center of the seat.
Despite the night that had passed, the faint indentations remained, evidence of repeated pressure.
Auntie Zhang studied those subtle dips, her mind wandering to the slender legs Su Qianqian had just revealed.
Were her knees still a little red?
Her thoughts spiraled, growing increasingly improper, though she couldn’t be sure if she was right.
But if she was… well, that would explain it.
It would explain why the young master had gone back to coax her again after breakfast, only for her to still refuse to get up.
And why she’d slept until nearly noon, emerging only now with that languid, well-loved air about her.
Auntie Zhang’s cheeks warmed slightly, and she quickly averted her gaze, sighing inwardly.
Young Master Gu certainly had… stamina.
And to do such things here—he really knew how to play.
She composed herself, her expression neutral once more, as if she’d noticed nothing.
But she made a mental note to contact his assistant later—they’d need to order a new armchair.
This one wasn’t leather, just soft fabric, and certain… residues couldn’t be cleaned away by her alone.
Two weeks later, on set.
The final scene for Lin Wan’s romantic arc should have been wrapped up earlier.
But the new producer, determined to showcase the grandeur of the ancient palace setting, had insisted on reshoots, delaying it by half a month.
As a result, this scene became Su Qianqian’s last for the production.
"Cut! That’s a wrap!"
Li Mo’s voice rang out, brimming with excitement. "Congratulations, Qianqian! You’ve wrapped!"
"Congratulations on wrapping!"
"Great work!"
Applause and cheers erupted instantly as crew members swarmed her, handing over prepared bouquets.
The actor playing Qi Heng approached as well, smiling. "Congratulations. You were brilliant."
Su Qianqian looked at him, but her mind involuntarily flashed to a pair of deep, commanding phoenix eyes.
This actor wasn’t as striking as Gu Chengyu, nor did he carry the same aristocratic authority.
Still, the cast was full of seasoned performers.
Qi Heng’s actor was solid, with plenty of experience in romantic scenes, and their pivotal moments had flowed smoothly, wrapping in a single take.
Su Qianqian’s thoughts flickered only briefly before she snapped back to the present, thanking everyone warmly.
That evening, Cloud Peak Apartments.
Su Qianqian had just returned home, kicking off her shoes.
Gu Chengyu had arrived earlier and was seated nearby, reviewing reports on his tablet.
At the sound of movement, he looked up to find his usually lively little sweetheart looking like a wilted cabbage—exhausted, yet her eyes sparkled with excitement.
He knew today was her wrap day.
Setting the tablet aside, he strode over, guiding her to the couch before crouching in front of her.
His large hand reached out naturally, brushing her forehead to check for fever—normal.
Then he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, studying her.
"Worn out?" His voice was low, laced with unmistakable concern.
Su Qianqian tilted her head slightly.
Physically, she was drained, her energy spent. But her heart was light, buzzing with joy.
"I finished The Chaos of War," she said, her voice soft but spirited. "I’m so happy."
"But Chengyu… I’m also so sleepy…"
Gu Chengyu’s heart ached for her, though he was also relieved. Maybe he’d steer her toward lighter roles in the future.
Characters like Lin Wan were emotionally taxing, hard to shake off, and she was too delicate for such strain.
He rose, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms.
Su Qianqian nestled against him obediently, nuzzling his chest with a contented hum.
"Sleep," he murmured, his hand gently stroking her back.
Su Qianqian shifted, finding a cozier spot against him. "Not yet… I still need to shower," she mumbled, eyes closed.
Gu Chengyu chuckled, resting his chin atop her head. "By the way," he said, "Shen Que’s Nanwan Resort officially opens this weekend."
"Mm…" Su Qianqian responded absently, barely processing his words.
Gu Chengyu continued, "I had my assistant book an ocean-view suite with a private hot spring."
"We’ll spend the weekend there—relax and unwind."
It took a few seconds for the news to sink in.
Then Su Qianqian lifted her head, her almond eyes brightening. "A trip? Just the two of us?"
"Unless you’d prefer otherwise?"
Gu Chengyu arched a brow, amused by her sudden energy. He tapped her nose lightly. "Who else would you bring?"
"No one!" Su Qianqian shook her head emphatically.
She looped her slender arms around his neck, her voice regaining its usual lilt. "Chengyu, you’re the best."
"I’m completely exhausted—this is perfect timing."
Nanwan Resort was Shen Group’s ultra-luxury project, months in the making. Advertisements had flooded the media, touting its breathtaking views, top-tier amenities, and unparalleled privacy.
Seeing her perk up, Gu Chengyu’s eyes softened with affection.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then it’s settled."
"Today’s Wednesday. Rest up the next two days, and we’ll leave Saturday morning."
"Mm!" Su Qianqian nodded vigorously.
After pouring her all into this drama, she had no immediate plans to dive into another project.
First, she’d pick out some pretty dresses for their getaway.
Then, maybe she’d finally enroll in university—to experience the campus life she’d always envied.
