Vase cannon fodder is pampered by the group again

Chapter 63.3

Editor: Princess

After lunch, Shen Ci napped with Lu Xiao for a while. When he woke up, Lu Xiao was feeling much better. At least, his head wasn’t spinning anymore.

“All thanks to my baby’s care.” Lu Xiao smiled warmly as he buttoned up his shirt.

Shen Ci lay on the bed, hugging a pillow, swinging his slender legs idly in the air. His fair skin practically glowed.

“But you still have to go to work.” Shen Ci grumbled, turning his head toward him. “Your voice is still hoarse.”

Lu Xiao leaned down and touched their foreheads together. “A kiss from baby will fix it.”

Whatever gloom had been lingering before their nap had completely disappeared. Lu Xiao’s warm smile was flawless as usual.

His shirt was buttoned all the way up, making him look impeccably refined and handsome. Shen Ci, thoroughly dazzled, held his face and peppered him with little kisses, making loud “smooch” sounds on purpose.

Lu Xiao chuckled. “I’m just meeting one client. I’ll be back soon to keep my baby company, okay?”

Shen Ci beamed. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

After Lu Xiao’s driver arrived, they exchanged a goodbye kiss before parting ways.

Left alone in bed with nothing to do, Shen Ci’s phone suddenly buzzed with an overseas call from Min Shoubei. His heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He wasn’t in class today… Was Min Shoubei calling to scold him?

With trembling fingers, he picked up.

Sure enough, the first thing Min Shoubei asked about was why he took the day off.

Shen Ci stammered, “Uh—uh, because little uncle was sick, so I stayed home to take care of him.”

Min Shoubei went silent for a moment. “Xiao Bao, can’t you at least come up with a better excuse?”

Shen Ci whispered weakly, “But he really was sick…”

Min Shoubei clearly didn’t buy it. Shen Ci was speechless—what, did Lu Xiao look like some kind of immortal immune to all diseases?

Min Shoubei sighed. “Are you too exhausted? If you think the training schedule is too intense, I can adjust the script and lower the difficulty.”

Shen Ci froze. Wait… what?

Adjust the script just to match his level?

He immediately refused. “No way! The schedule is totally fine.”

The two of them went back and forth, but Shen Ci was determined to keep things as they were.

Min Shoubei had originally set such high standards to test Shen Ci’s potential. But halfway through, he found himself feeling sorry for him instead.

Hearing from Brother Zhang that Shen Ci had taken a day off, Min Shoubei’s first thought was that he couldn’t handle the workload. Which was why he called to check in.

But after hearing how stubborn he was, Min Shoubei decided to let him be.

“Since you’re off today, I’ll be flying back tonight. Let’s have a family dinner at the Shen house?” Min Shoubei changed the topic.

It had been a while since he’d visited. Shen Ci didn’t even think twice before agreeing.

“Um… can little uncle come too?” he asked carefully.

Min Shoubei sounded a little annoyed. “Do whatever you want.”

Shen Ci’s pretty eyes curved into a smile. “Thanks, Dad!”

“Alright, I have work to do.” Min Shoubei said coldly, then emphasized again, “If you ever feel overwhelmed, tell me. It’s no good to break down before you even step onto the stage.”

Shen Ci quickly reassured him, and only then did Min Shoubei hang up.

He set his phone down in silence. On his lock screen, a picture of Shen Ci’s bright, sunny smile gradually dimmed as the screen turned black.

A screenwriter he often worked with took a sip of coffee and frowned. “Old Min, you really decided to make your son the lead?”

“He’s just a pretty face. You’re really going to let him ruin this White Moonlight script? What’s the point?”

Min Shoubei replied calmly and indifferently, “The point is—he’s my son.”

The screenwriter: “…”

Fair enough.