The elderly woman was actually quite pitiful.
Li Beinian couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, and turned towards Mu Xichen.
Mu Xichen responded with a faint grunt and said, “As a courtesy, you should. If you wish to make a trip, let’s find time to do that.”
Li Beinian nodded and quickly said, “I definitely won’t be able to do it any time too soon. I’m starting work right after the Lantern Festival. We haven’t started filming Stinging Vine and the crew will only be reporting in on the 16th of the first lunar month. Filming may take about two months.”
“That long.” Mu Xichen looked disgruntled.
Li Beinian smiled, turned around and circled her arms around him. “It’s not long. This is only a movie. It would have taken even longer if it were a television serial. However, the actors in this movie are all super-star veterans, so I reckon it will take a shorter time than the filming of Legend Of The Dragon Pearl. Anyway, this is just an estimate.”
“Uh huh.” Mu Xichen turned around and hugged her back. Lowering his head to kiss the the corner of her lips, he reminded her, “We have to get married, remember?”
Li Beinian immediately looked up.
Oh right. There was the wedding.
Although Mu Xichen and the Mo Family had been handling these matters and she hadn’t had to worry about them too much, she was, nevertheless, the focus of the event. Li Beinian was stumped herself, that it could have so completely slipped her mind.
The wedding was on the eighth day of the first lunar month, and she had to join the crew after midnight. The timing didn’t seem to work in their favor.
At this thought, Li Beinian picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Bo Chengcheng.
It was late. She was quite sure that the woman was already asleep.
Unexpectedly, Bo Chengcheng replied immediately.
[Sister Bo]: … Of course. Your husband has already made arrangements for you.
[Sister Bo]: We’ve discussed it. We’ll wait for you to have your wedding first. We’ll join the crew after your wedding. The other artistes’ schedules have been adjusted.
After sending this message, Bo Chengcheng couldn’t help chiding her: You’re a tad slow aren’t you.
Li Beinian was slightly stunned. Then, she puffed up her cheeks and turned around. “You! Playing such tricks on me!”
The corners of Mu Xichen’s lips turned upwards in a subtle smile. With his arms around her waist and a twinkle in his dark eyes. He whispered, “That’s to teach you a lesson. Marriage is such an important matter, but you’re not paying attention to it at all.”
Feeling guilty, Li Beinian leaned over and kissed him, trying to appease him. “Don’t I already have you to look after all that?”
Obviously enjoying the brown-nosing, he looked at her and said, “Is there anywhere you particularly want to go for our honeymoon?”
“Oh, honeymoon…” Li Beinian had already thought about it. “Everyone talks about honeymoon destinations like Hawaii, the Maldives, the City of Romance, but I’d like to go to the grasslands.”
“Grasslands?”
“Yes.” Li Beinian snuggled in his arms with a look of yearning in her eyes. “To Tibet or Mongolia, where there are mountains, plains, and horses.”
Perhaps it was a dream, or perhaps it did really happen in the past. Li Beinian couldn’t forget the scene in her mind.
Standing in the middle of the vast grasslands, he had lowered his head to kiss her tenderly.
Li Beinian smiled as she snuggled up to him and said coquettishly, “I heard that it’s the closest place on Earth to the skies, and the stars are beautiful. I want to see the great rivers and mountains of my motherland, before we travel overseas… to the South Pole, how’s that?”
Mu Xichen’s eyes curved into subtle crescents. “Yes, what else?”
“Nothing else.”
“Alright.” Mu Xichen patted her back gently and whispered, “Go to sleep now.”