The two little ones were dressed in down jackets from head to toe, the only difference from when they were in Beijing is that they had taken off their scarves.

After all, the misty Jiangnan winters also bring snowfall and are equally cold.

Little Lu Shi was wearing an ash-gray down jacket with a brown bear hat, while Little Niuniu donned a pink down jacket with a red rabbit ear hat.

The two little ones had round, chubby faces that were soft and tender, and as time passed, they grew more and more into their features, looking adorably like little carved jade sculptures. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

No matter how much Wen Xian looked at them, she couldn’t get enough, holding them and kissing them non-stop. Soon, the two little darlings were soothed, because being with their mommy was better than anything else.

In the limited space of the RV, the family finally reunited. Lu Xiao watched the scene, gazing at his beloved wife and adorable children, feeling that these moments were the happiest life could offer.

After a short while, the little ones started to feel sleepy, and Little Niuniu yawned and rubbed her eyes.

After flying here and then enduring a long car ride, they indeed hadn’t rested well.

Seeing their mommy, they didn’t want to leave her embrace. Wen Xian held her son, watching his small eyelids droop as he fought off sleep, and she felt heartache.

Finally, she said to Lu Xiao:

"Why don’t we return to the hotel first, so the kids can rest, and then I’ll come back."

Lu Xiao nodded slightly, then dressed them properly, opened the car door, and got out.

He took their daughter, and Wen Xian came out carrying their son.

The night air was cool and damp, probably due to earlier rain.

Outside the RV, Wen Xian called for her assistant, instructed her briefly, and left with the children first.

Although the situation was special today, with the children coming, she didn’t want to be treated differently. The crew was waiting for her to continue filming at night, so what had to go on had to go on.

After driving to the hotel room, the two children slept soundly in their arms.

By the time they were settled, it was already ten in the evening.

Wen Xian’s next scene was at midnight, so she would have to return soon.

And she and Lu Xiao finally had a brief, private moment just for the two of them.

Wen Xian washed her hands in the bathroom, looking at her slightly disheveled hair in the mirror. She picked up a comb to tidy it up, but just then, Lu Xiao came in.

Because she was filming a Republican Era drama, she wore a purple qipao, embroidered with rose flowers — beautiful and full of charm.

Lu Xiao walked in like that, standing behind her, observing her tall and graceful figure reflected in the mirror.

Wen Xian also gazed at the man in the mirror.

Taller by more than half a head, his stature was tall, upright, contrasting starkly with her slender figure.

Having hurried over, dusty from travel, though he looked a bit tired, this man remained ruggedly handsome, exuding mature masculinity.

He provided her with enough of a sense of security, as if with him around, nothing was impossible.

"Wife."

"Hmm?"

Her slender waist was gently grasped from behind, Lu Xiao pressing her body against his.

One large hand pulled her hand holding the comb, while the other pinched her chin.

He turned her face, then leaned down.

"..."

With a soft clatter, something unknown happened, and the comb fell from her hand, dropping to the ground.

Having been apart for ten days to half a month, the couple finally had the opportunity to be alone, and their longing for each other, both emotionally and physically, could no longer be contained.

The bathroom lights shone a warm yellow glow, and their silhouettes were reflected in the mirror opposite.

And at this moment, in the mirror, the man stood behind, the woman in front, but her chin was turned up, presenting a side profile to the mirror.

Wen Xian’s ears flushed slightly, her hand on the washbasin unconsciously clenched.

Technically speaking, she shouldn’t feel shy, shouldn’t blush with two kids already, but as they slightly parted and she gazed into the mirror, breathless and dreamy, something in her heart broke free.

Her head buzzed, swirling.

"From the front or..."

His low, husky voice murmured near her ear, sending a numbing sensation through her like a current. She quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "No, I still have to film tonight, I’m worried about ruining the clothes."

"Then take it off." He murmured behind her, each word slipping from his lips.

Wen Xian: "..."

Her face burned, yet since Captain Lu rarely acted so "assertive and domineering," she found it hard to refuse. After all, unbeknownst to him, she missed him as well.

In every way.

But just as he was about to get more hands-on behind her, suddenly, there was a knocking at the door ——

"Dong dong...!"

Their movements paused, and Wen Xian snapped to, instantly separating from him, hurriedly fixing her clothes while heading for the door.

Captain Lu: "..."

Watching her approach the door, he glanced down briefly, taking a deep breath with a slight clench of his teeth.

Could the timing have been any better?

Just as he was about to savor something delicious, and it slipped away like this, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated, but wouldn’t make her face the situation outside alone.

"Who is it?"

Seeing Wen Xian about to open the door, he asked from behind.

Wen Xian tucked the stray hair behind her ear, resting her hand on the doorknob: "It’s the assistant."

Indeed, as the door opened, the assistant assigned by Sister Ling appeared at the doorway, holding the script for her.

Upon seeing her, she smiled broadly and said, "Brother Xian, sorry for interrupting, but it’s getting late, and the next scene will be arranged soon, let’s head to the crew now."

At these words, Wen Xian raised an eyebrow slightly, not replying but glancing back.

The door was opened just a crack, and out of curiosity, the assistant peeked in her direction, immediately locking eyes with cold and dark pupils.

The assistant shivered with a chill down her spine, unaccountably cold.

Nevertheless, she smiled and nodded in greeting, quickly retracting her head.

Strange, did something happen, did the two of them have a fight? Why does Brother Xian’s husband look so grim?

Wen Xian took the script, telling the assistant, "Okay, I’ll head down now, you go first."

The assistant nodded and hurried off, worried about being caught between them.

Inwardly, she was eighty percent sure they’d had a fight.

But speaking of which, being interrupted by the assistant, she had no choice but to prepare for the next scene with the crew. Meanwhile, as for Lu Xiao, Wen Xian could only "relegate" him for now.

Although Captain Lu felt some dissatisfaction, more than anything, he felt helpless and empathetic.

After all, she had to work, filming late into the night, and no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel for her physical exhaustion.