I'm a Country Bumpkin, I Want to Broaden My Horizons

Because it was an xianxia drama, Director Chai only had two requirements: an immortal aura and beauty.

Director Chai had originally wanted to film some ethereal behind-the-scenes footage.

But his plan simply would not work with Xu Yanche.

Xu Yanche was practically two different people on and off set, and Director Chai was so worried he was nearly going bald.

Xu Yanche played the second male lead, Mu Lan, a tragically beautiful and powerful character.

His costumes were also the most beautiful and numerous in the entire production.

After all, Mu Lan had been a beauty in the original novel, irresistible to both men and women, and he wore a veil every time he appeared.

Director Chai had been very satisfied with Xu Yanche's performance while filming.

But the moment filming ended, his true nature was exposed.

For example, right now, Xu Yanche had his white hair loose around his shoulders and wore flowing red robes in the scene.

Silver bells hung from his waist.

His hair and robe hems swayed gently in the breeze.

A thin black veil covered his face.

His handsome features could not be seen clearly beneath it.

He sat astride a white horse.

His gaze was cold and indifferent. When he casually turned to look at someone, that serene, contemptuous gaze that seemed to look down on everything was simply unparalleled.

That look immediately made people want to look up at him.

He was so handsome it made people's legs go weak.

When the drama later aired, there were even crazed fans shouting on-site, "Master, please punish me fiercely and cherish me."

Xu Yanche had been thoroughly startled at the time.

Just as Director Chai called cut—

The beauty who had been sitting on horseback—

Sprang down from the horse like a monkey released from prison.

And bolted away.

He even let out a devilishly infectious laugh. "Hahahahaha! Yoo-hoo, lunchtime, here I come! Hahaha, my braised pork knuckle, here I come! My big chicken drumsticks!"

In the blink of an eye, he had vanished.

Director Chai: "..."

The cameraman wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at Director Chai. "Director, why don't we just give up? We should stop filming Xu Yanche's behind-the-scenes footage. We can't capture any kind of beautiful effect with him. Even if we edit all the material we've filmed over the past half month as much as possible, no one will believe he's the same person as the one in the drama."

"He looks like he escaped from a mental hospital. Why don't we film the others instead and give up on this one?"

Director Chai was so worried he was nearly bald.

Everything about Xu Yanche was good, except his personality was far too hyperactive.

In the end, Director Chai gritted his teeth and refused. "No. Keep filming him. This is all traffic, understand? Isn't contrast popular these days? We'll give them contrast."

When the promotional costume photos had been released half a month ago, Xu Yanche had received an enormous response. They were all fans of his looks.

With that contrast, plus Qi Ya and Zhou Jinsu's influence and the He Household's publicity push, it would definitely be a massive hit.

He had to seize this overwhelming windfall.

The cameraman said, "All right."

Whatever the director said went. He only needed to do as instructed. If he was taking photos, he could at least snap a few candid shots and get some good pictures.

Xu Yanche darted to the food distribution area.

Because he ran quickly, some actors were still filming.

There were not many people there.

Xu Yanche held his Little Superhero bowl—which was as big as a basin—and scooped up food with a spoon.

He took three braised pork knuckles and three honey-glazed chicken drumsticks.

Then he got some pineapple sweet-and-sour pork, cold lotus root salad, stir-fried pork with mushrooms and green peppers, and braised eggplant.

After getting some rice, he hurried back to the chair where he rested.

He Qing was holding Xu Yanche's phone and playing a ranked Snake team battle for him.

[Sniff, sniff, the braised pork knuckles smell so good. I'll eat two later, and Qingqing Darling can have one. I'll eat two chicken drumsticks too, and Qingqing Darling can have one. Hahaha, he's a domineering CEO, so he needs to watch his figure. Hehehe.]

The moment He Qing heard that somewhat wildly smug laughter, he knew his little wife had finished filming and returned after getting food.

The round had just ended, so he switched off Xu Yanche's phone.

He gathered the snacks on the little table and put them into a bag on the floor.

Making room to eat.

He unscrewed the Jialuo water bottle and handed it to Xu Yanche. "Drink some water."

Then he took the huge bowl from Xu Yanche's hands.

Over the past half month he had spent accompanying Xu Yanche on set—

He had discovered that his little wife had an enormous appetite.

He could really eat.

Yet he never gained weight.

Xu Yanche flopped into his chair.

He gave He Qing an approving look.

"My beloved concubine is quite perceptive. Not bad, not bad. You shall be rewarded."

He Qing took out two pairs of chopsticks and, playing along, said somewhat forlornly, "Yesterday I was still the empress. Today I'm only a concubine."

Xu Yanche: "..."

[I was just saying it casually. Why is he taking it seriously? I've never seen him take it seriously before.]

He cleared his throat, picked up a slice of lotus root from the bowl, and held it to He Qing's lips to feed him. "All right, all right, it's my fault. Qingqing Darling, it's already the beginning of the month. Haven't you forgotten something important?"

[Come on, take the initiative. Didn't you say you'd give me five million a month for spending money? It's already the fifth—why haven't you transferred it? Did you forget?]

[Should I just say it directly, or hint at it tactfully? Would it be bad to say it outright? What if my sugar daddy gets angry and stops giving me spending money?]

[But if I don't say anything, what about the five million? That's a huge sum. If I put it in the bank, it'll earn a lot of interest every month.]

He Qing had been happy because Xu Yanche had taken the initiative to feed him.

But in an instant, the food in his mouth no longer tasted good.

Fine, fine. The tiny spark of affection that had only just risen in his heart had once again been drenched cold by his little wife.

Was he merely a sugar daddy in his little wife's eyes?

He Qing lowered his lashes, concealing the sadness in his eyes.

He took out his phone and transferred money to Xu Yanche.

Ten million.

Though he was somewhat hurt, this really was his fault.

He had promised his little wife before.

The moment the transfer went through, Xu Yanche received a notification.

Xu Yanche picked up his phone, took one look, and was stunned.

[Rich people really do have so much money. They casually transfer ten million just like that.]

He immediately sidled up to him obsequiously and kissed He Qing on the lips. "Hehe, Qingqing Darling, you're so good to me. Is this two months' worth of spending money?"

[If circumstances allowed, I'd definitely kneel and kowtow to He Qing.]

He Qing's mood improved a little after being kissed.

"One month's worth. If it isn't enough, tell me. Once we're back, I'll transfer two percent of He Group's shares to you. At the end of the year, you can collect dividends."

Upon hearing that, Xu Yanche looked at He Qing with sparkling eyes like a stray dog that had spotted meat. "Really? Really? How much would two percent get me? Hehe, I don't mean anything else by it. I just want to ask. I'm a country bumpkin, I want to broaden my horizons."

Seeing Xu Yanche about to grab a chicken drumstick with his bare hands, He Qing took out a disposable glove from the bag and put it on him. "At least one hundred million to start with."

The news struck Xu Yanche so hard that he felt dizzy.

[Th-this-this-this... am I dreaming? It doesn't feel real. Can he really just give away two percent of the shares? Isn't He Qing afraid his parents will beat him up?]

[Wuwuwu, He Qing is simply my God of Wealth.]

He Qing said, "I'll message Secretary Gao later and have him draft the documents."

Hearing He Qing's words, Xu Yanche immediately snapped back to his senses and hurriedly shook his head. "No, no. That's too valuable."

[Forget it, I shouldn't take it. Although those dividends are tempting, if He Qing transfers shares to me and ends up holding fewer shares than others, then no one will listen to him when the company makes decisions. No, no, that absolutely can't happen.]

He Qing froze.

His little wife certainly had a rich imagination. That sort of thing would never happen.

But his heart felt warm.

He Qing: o(￣ヘ￣o＃) My little wife really does care about me. He loves me desperately.