Chapter 570: Chapter 570: The Resentful Husband Grows Again

Everyone was watching, clearly witnessing the silent exchange of glances between the two of them, then turning to the people next to them, making faces.

Xie Qingci discussed with the director for a moment, and once they confirmed there was no need for another take, he turned and went back to Yu Xia’s side.

Mei brought him another stool, sitting behind them and watching the scene unfold intently.

Yu Xia wrapped her jacket around him haphazardly.

"Hurry up and put it on. Do you need to keep your hair like this? Can you dry it now? You’re really going to catch a cold like this."

Xie Qingci didn’t respond, instead holding her hand and sipping her milk tea.

Then he shook his head and said, "It can be dried."

He listened as she asked Mr. Yang and the others to help find a hairdryer and towel, meanwhile feeling her fingers running through his damp hair.

He liked being taken care of by her and having her organize his life. It made him feel like they had been a married couple for many years. This illusion of time passing and them still being in love gave him a sense of security.

Mr. Yang found the hairdryer and handed it directly to Yu Xia.

She patted Xie Qingci’s shoulder: "Lower your head a bit more, it’s hard to work like this."

Xie Qingci simply lay his head on her lap.

Sitting on a short stool already, now laying down like this, he looked like a big dog curled up in a heap.

Yu Xia jiggled her leg: "Why are you laying there, everyone’s watching you."

"Didn’t you ask me to lower my head? Any lower and I’d be laying down. You smell really nice."

He said this last sentence very softly, only she heard him.

Yu Xia turned on the hairdryer immediately, the buzzing sound drowning out his words.

She couldn’t be bothered to scold him further, lest he said something even more random.

Actually, she hadn’t dried his hair very often. Guys have short hair, usually just a rough towel dry after a shower, wandering around for a bit, and then roughhousing with her, and it’d be dry before he even thought about it, it’s very convenient, she barely saw him use a hairdryer a few times.

On the other hand, Xie Qingci had dried her hair quite a few times, and she felt he quite liked this task. If he chose this route, he’d probably be an excellent hairdresser’s assistant.

Once she was almost done drying, Yu Xia turned off the hairdryer, cradling his head for a moment, inspecting it, and noticing a tuft of hair sticking up, trying to press it down with her hand.

Pressing it down on this side, another side would stick up a bit. She fiddled with it like a whack-a-mole game here and there.

After shuffling around for two minutes, his short hair was almost messy. The stylist nearby intervened quickly to help.

Yu Xia awkwardly withdrew her hand, glanced around, sipping her milk tea again.

Xie Qingci didn’t like sweet things, but loved drinking what she drank, nodded slightly and said, "I want some too."

"None left," she gulped the last sip, "Thirsty? Have some plain water then."

He pouted and refused: "No. Not thirsty."

"..." So picky.

They didn’t wait long before it was mealtime.

The crew’s meals were quite good, considering these are physical roles, they prepared all kinds of meat for the leads. When you open the lunchbox, it’s full of beef, three types of meat and a vegetable, very satisfying portions.

Xie Qingci’s appetite was impressive, and while Yu Xia was eating a few ribs, he had already consumed half of the meat, moving quickly but not roughly.

He looked like he hadn’t eaten meat in ages, Yu Xia eyed him like she was looking at a deprived, growing boy.

"Is this work so tough, making you this hungry? Had I known, I would’ve brought snacks for you."

Xie Qingci looked up: "That you cooked?"

"In your dreams maybe."

He bowed his head again: "Then it doesn’t matter whether you brought it or not. By the way—"

He leisurely ate another piece of beef, swallowed it and said: "I’ve grown another two centimeters."

Yu Xia: "..."

She opened her eyes wide: "Really? You’re almost twenty-two and still growing?"

She stopped growing at eighteen!

Xie Qingci shrugged: "Maybe it’s the last two centimeters, didn’t I tell you I’m still growing?"

Yu Xia looked at the top of his head for a moment, then subtly remarked: "It feels like I’m corrupting a minor. Maybe I should leave tonight, and come back once you’re fully grown."

"Don’t," Xie Qingci fed her a piece of tender beef, raising an eyebrow and said, "It’s all thanks to you, making me drink calcium-fortified milk every day. Why look so disappointed now it’s harvest time?"

Who knew it would actually work! Had she known, she would’ve drunk it herself!

She sighed: "The melon’s too big, it’s shocking even to old farmers like us. I seriously suspect this might be a genetic mutation, toxic even." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He chuckled softly.

Despite their chatter, it didn’t stop him from eating, and the lunchbox was soon empty, not even leaving a drop of the accompanying soup.

Apparently, Mr. Yang also knew he had a physique that didn’t bulk up easily, and didn’t ask him to eat less.

Seeing him like this, Yu Xia shook her head with a complicated expression, pushing her lunchbox towards him.

"You..." Why not eat this one too?

"Want me to feed you?" Xie Qingci noticed her movement, turning his head to ask off the cuff.

Other frequent passersby: "..."

What did they hear? Turns out, Yu Xia is actually a cute little spoiled brat who needs her boyfriend to feed her?! As expected, besides highlighting the age difference, a sister-brother relationship proves nothing else. There are many situations where the older sister still needs to be cared for by the younger brother.

Discreet glances focused on her, and Yu Xia’s eyelids twitched.

"I was asking if you wanted to eat this one too, stop spouting nonsense!"

Xie Qingci drew out his voice and replied lazily: "Oh—I won’t eat, you eat. Want me to feed you?"

"...Feed you, my foot. Eat and go away, you’re ruining my appetite."

Beside her, Mei faced her lunchbox, laughing like someone who had lost their mind.

Yu Xia didn’t eat much, with more than half of the lunchbox left, she put down her chopsticks. Xie Qingci frowned at this, recalling her month-long wandering and asked:

"How did you eat while outdoors?"

It looked like she had eaten something unappetizing, causing her to lose interest in food.

"The filming crew would scout ahead, find a nearby village to buy food," she slowly drank the soup, giving him a sidelong glance, "Did you think it was like a survival show, eating grass and drinking dew?"

Xie Qingci: "You never told me, how would I know."

He went on about how she was so far away, almost forgetting about him during that one month.

"You sometimes forgot to call, coupled with occasional poor reception, within thirty days, you only contacted me twenty times, and ten calls were hung up in less than three minutes."

The tone, the expression, as if saying "You’re just tired of me".

Goosebumps appeared on Yu Xia’s arm, he counted issues after the fact like a resentful husband eagerly awaiting his master’s return.

"Next time, I’ll definitely tell you everything, okay? One call a day, I definitely won’t forget."

"Okay then—" he drew out her words, "Making it seem like I forced you to reluctantly appease me with a word."

"..." This was really like a resentful man not giving up when holding the upper hand.