Let's make one together

Although Li Yang had never seen Lin Fengmian and Xia Qinghe kiss, he thought they were a couple, even if Xia Qinghe kept denying it.

Anyway, he only believed what he saw.

"When are he and I getting married?" Xia Qinghe repeated Li Yang's words. The more he mulled it over, the more he felt that marrying Lin Fengmian sounded pretty good. Not only could they be together every day, but he also wouldn't have to be treated like a stud dog and dragged off on blind dates by his mother.

Before he could reach a conclusion, Li Yang's proposal caught his attention.

"I have an idea. I want to work on having children through biotechnology. Interested?" Li Yang's field was biological research, and humans, as living organisms, fell within the scope of his research too.

"Why the sudden interest in researching that?" Xia Qinghe thought of Shui Feiyan's shy personality, and how he couldn't hold back his tears whenever anyone spoke to him a little sternly. "Don't tell me Xiaoyan's family still opposes your marriage?"

Li Yang sighed. "Xiaoyan is an only son, and his dad is pretty traditional..."

He didn't finish, but Xia Qinghe could guess most of the rest. "If you think it's doable, I'll fund it. But I won't be paying you for helping me with the testing this time."

Li Yang was overjoyed. "I'll handle everything perfectly for you this time. I guarantee nothing will go wrong."

Li Yang asked him for a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. It wasn't the cloyingly sweet flavor he had imagined; it was actually quite refreshing. Sure enough, the lives of the rich were beyond the comprehension of a mere mortal like him.

The two had an initial discussion about having children through technology. The core bottleneck for Homologous Gametes lay in stably and safely achieving artificial gamete generation and the erasure or reconstruction of imprinting in human cells. Only by overcoming this could Homologous Gametes become possible.

This was Li Yang's specialty. Xia Qinghe only needed to put up money to support his research. He would also be responsible for developing the technology to simulate a human uterus and deliver the nutrients a fetus needed.

"Once things here are settled for the time being, I'll set up a project when I get back to the company." Xia Qinghe stood and squeezed his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, and don't rush it. What's meant to be will come; don't force what isn't. I don't plan to marry in this lifetime, much less have children, and I've never felt any regret."

Li Yang said, "...Are you saying that with such confidence because you want me to envy you?"

"With such a clear outlook on life, don't I deserve your envy?" Xia Qinghe thought he was absolutely perfect. He had more money than he could spend, a clever brain, a personality that didn't torment itself, and a steadfast buddy like Lin Fengmian. Other people ought to envy him.

Li Yang picked up a cushion from the couch and threw it at him. "Get lost."

Xia Qinghe returned to his room with a laugh. He took out his phone, found that Lin Fengmian hadn't messaged him, and began tapping away, feeling a little disappointed.

He told Lin Fengmian that Shui Feiyan and Li Yang were getting married, and that Li Yang wanted to do research with him on an experiment involving Homologous Gametes.

"If the experiment succeeds, let's make one together. No, two. At least two. I want to see whether a baby we make would look like you or me. I hope they look like you. You're pretty."

The next day, Lin Sui hauled the still-sleeping Lin Fengmian out of bed.

Lin Sui truly experienced just how difficult it was to wake someone who struggled to get up. After he hauled him out of bed, Lin Fengmian managed to fall asleep standing up in the time it took to get him dressed.

Brushing his teeth was the same. If something couldn't be finished in two seconds, Lin Fengmian would be asleep by the third.

"Bro, my dearest brother, I'm begging you. Open those big, glamorous eyes of yours and brush your teeth properly. It's the last day. Once we finish filming, we'll go back. We won't stay a moment longer. We'll head straight back and let you sleep as much as you want."

Lin Fengmian barely managed to finish brushing his teeth, then went to the studio tent for makeup with Lin Sui supporting him.

He kept his eyes closed the whole time. Whatever the stylist did to him, he wouldn't wake, which made things especially easy.

Xia Qinghe opened his eyes at six in the morning on the dot, even though he hadn't gone to sleep until four.

He waited and waited, but no message from Lin Fengmian came. He had clearly seen Lin Sui's social media post, showing him facing the sun with a mournful expression. He must have gotten Lin Fengmian up for work; that was why he looked so miserable and utterly done with life.

He didn't want to wait another second and called Lin Sui directly. "Little Sui, where's Mianmian?"

Lin Sui looked utterly worn down. "Getting his makeup done." Then he added, "With his eyes closed."

Xia Qinghe understood. "All right, I didn't really need anything. That's it, then. Remember to get his breakfast. The meals I ordered will arrive on time every day. If they're ever late, remember to report them to me. I'll dock their pay."

"Got it," Lin Sui said weakly.

Xia Qinghe said, "All right, I really don't need anything else."

But Lin Sui waited for ages without hearing him hang up. "Any other instructions, President Xia?"

Unwilling to give up, Xia Qinghe asked, "Is Mianmian still not awake?"

Lin Sui glanced at the stylist, who was pulling up Lin Fengmian's eyelid to apply eyeliner. Lin Fengmian showed no sign of waking at all. He answered firmly, "No. Even putting eyeliner on him won't wake him."

Xia Qinghe said, "...Mianmian's sleeping skills have improved again. That's my Mianmian."

Lin Sui decided to listen to less of Xia Qinghe's outrageous talk in the future, lest it spoil his appetite.

The meals Xia Qinghe ordered came in generous portions, with more than enough for both him and Lin Fengmian, so Lin Sui would share some with the crew.

Today was no exception, though he would leave enough for Lin Fengmian.

Today, Lin Fengmian was filming wirework fight scenes. Director Huang Shihua wasn't the sort to let actors use doubles for this kind of fighting unless they were so bad that it was painful to watch.

It was Lin Fengmian's first time filming a fight scene, and he was quite curious, constantly watching the props crew adjust his wire rig.

"Are you afraid of heights?" Huang Shihua asked the inquisitive Lin Fengmian.

"No." Lin Fengmian looked over at the male lead, who was also being fitted with wires. Today's scene was their first clash over resources, and it was this clash that damaged Yun Yaoxian's core essence, leaving him frail and sickly ever after.

Besides this scene, there would be several more wirework shots later, involving the male lead, other supporting characters, or rescuing the female lead.

Lin Fengmian worked almost nonstop. Apart from mealtimes, he spent the whole day suspended in midair.

"Do you think something's happened to him? He isn't moving." Sun Haoyuan was worried sick. If anything happened to Fourth Young Master Lin on his set, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it. The next time they worked together, he would definitely spend a fortune buying insurance for the Fourth Young Master first.

Every crew member on set stared intently at Lin Fengmian up in the air, motionless with his head drooping like a criminal being hanged outside the Meridian Gate.

Meanwhile, nobody paid any attention to the male lead and the various other male actors fighting fiercely on the other side.

Looking at the anxious crew, Lin Sui felt obliged to explain. "Brother Mian is fine. He doesn't have a scene right now, so he's taking the opportunity to catch up on sleep. Just call him through the megaphone when it's time."

Everyone was speechless. He could sleep even while suspended in midair. No wonder he was a second-generation immortal.

Second-generation immortals grew up in the air. Sleeping was a piece of cake.