Jing Zejun felt a bit nervous. She had never filmed a particularly intimate scene with Wen Qingyan before.
In *The Reign*, her love was one-sided, and the previous infinite flow plot was mainly focused on the storyline.
But why was she so nervous now when she hadn’t been earlier?
Their proximity was startlingly close—close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath.
Jing Zejun began to feel flustered, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.
Wen Qingyan stood across from her, delivering the lines given by the director. His hand gently rose, his gaze firmly locked on her.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Wen Qingyan was absolutely certain—he wasn’t acting at all.
Those words were meant for Jing Zejun, and his racing heartbeat was entirely because of her.
Wen Qingyan’s hand slowly approached Jing Zejun’s face, coming to a gentle rest on her cheek.
The rest of the crew watched quietly, as if pink bubbles were floating around them. Even though the two were just standing there, they looked so perfectly matched.
In that moment, Wen Qingyan’s entire focus was on Jing Zejun. He leaned in slightly, using the angle to shield their movements.
His kiss landed softly on his thumb.
Yet, Jing Zejun could still feel it—his tenderness.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly closed her eyes, reaching up to wrap her arms around Wen Qingyan’s waist.
Behind Wen Qingyan, the crew members covered their mouths, their eyes sparkling as they watched the scene. They couldn’t take photos during filming, so they decided to memorize this moment instead!
The few who could see the angle were even more excited, pinching their thighs in delight.
Nothing was more captivating than such subtle, restrained love—it was simply perfect! They were utterly obsessed!
Time seemed to freeze. No one called “cut,” and everyone, including the director, continued to watch this beautiful moment.
But beneath the director’s excitement, it seemed he was still calculating something.
On the other side, the more excited the crew became, the fainter Jiang Xu’s smile grew.
After a few seconds, Wen Qingyan finally straightened up, looking at Jing Zejun, his hand unconsciously caressing her cheek.
“Great!”
The word “great” broke the lingering tension between them. Wen Qingyan withdrew his hand, composed himself, and then turned to the director.
The director was thrilled. He stepped forward, shaking Wen Qingyan’s hand. “Qingyan, do me a favor—let’s keep this scene as it is.”
Since their faces weren’t fully visible, they could just have Jiang Xu dub a few lines later.
The scene was simply too good to waste. Even from the back, it would captivate the audience, and the director couldn’t bear to let such a gem go unused.
At these words, Jiang Xu reacted the most.
He hurried over. “Director, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? We’re already troubling Qingyan enough, and given his status, he really shouldn’t be my stand-in.”
Wen Qingyan gave an amused glance at Jiang Xu, who was busy “defending” him.
“It’s fine. How could I not help the director? Besides, given my relationship with Zejun, it’s no big deal.”
“Exactly, Xiao Xu. Qingyan isn’t the type to stand on ceremony. Don’t let his status as an award-winning actor intimidate you…”
Jiang Xu wasn’t worried about whether Wen Qingyan was easy to work with. If they used this footage, his own highlight moment would be cut, and his intimate scenes with Jing Zejun would be gone too.
Of course, he was anxious.
Jiang Xu forced a smile. “Director, Qingyan and I have different body types. Won’t that give it away?”
The director waved dismissively. “Don’t worry. Without a full shot, no one will notice Qingyan is taller. As for the body shape, we’ll just slim him down a bit in post-production. It’ll be fine!”
Jiang Xu: …Was that really the issue?
Then, the excited director made the decision—they would use Wen Qingyan’s footage for that scene.
…
After filming the remaining scenes, Jing Zejun brought Wen Qingyan back to the dressing room.
Honestly, she still felt a bit awkward around him and needed to find a topic to distract herself.
“By the way, Qingyan, are you less busy these days?”
Wen Qingyan’s voice came from behind her. “Yes, I just finished shooting. I’ve got some free time recently…”
He went into detail about his recent work, and Jing Zejun didn’t find anything unusual about this “report.”
It was as if she had grown accustomed to it.
Jing Zejun gradually calmed down and started chatting casually with Wen Qingyan.
“Do you have time to watch Yiyi’s competition next week? It’s in Jiangbei…” As she spoke, she noticed no response from behind her. She turned to look.
Wen Qingyan was staring at the potted plant Jiang Xu had given her. Jing Zejun suddenly realized something.
Wen Qingyan snapped out of it and tried to cover up with a smile. “What? The competition? Of course, I have time. Shall we go together?”
Jing Zejun fell silent. She felt there was something more important she needed to say right now.
“Qingyan, after the Golden Eagle Awards ceremony, can you…wait for me?”
Initially, Jing Zejun had wanted to use “awards” and “status” to create equality in their relationship. But just now, she realized that she and Wen Qingyan were inherently unequal.
For example, she was sure she didn’t love Wen Qingyan as much as he loved her.
Wen Qingyan’s mind went blank. “Don’t we need to wait for the results anymore?” He didn’t think waiting a few more years for Jing Zejun was a big deal. As long as she remembered him, he could wait forever.
Seeing Wen Qingyan’s expression, Jing Zejun suddenly felt a surge of courage. A smile spread across her face.
“No, we don’t.”
Because no matter what, she wanted to be with Wen Qingyan.
Whether it was status or reputation, what she sought was simply the courage to stand by his side.
Now, Wen Qingyan was her courage, and she wanted to be his courage too.
After the awards ceremony, Jing Zejun won the Best Actress award for a TV series. Wen Qingyan was thrilled for her—and for himself.
From that day on, they were together. Although they hadn’t told anyone, anyone who saw Wen Qingyan could tell something had changed.
He had gotten his wish.
His agent looked at Wen Qingyan’s beaming smile and couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated.
“Alright, my award-winning actor, that’s enough. Your smile is practically reaching the moon. Don’t blame me if you end up with a stiff face.”
“Hehe.”
“…Good thing you’re on vacation right now. Otherwise, anyone who saw you would think you’ve either gone crazy or finally gotten what you wanted!”
“Hehe.”
“…You really look like an idiot.”
Later, the PR plan Wen Qingyan had prepared finally came into use, though in the eyes of countless netizens, it was no longer necessary.
That day, Jing Zejun and Wen Qingyan made their relationship official. Their Weibo post read: “This is a PR plan from many years ago. Thankfully, it hasn’t expired.”
