Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 52 Lu Zhiyan, I Miss You
The film crew started shooting in the afternoon, so lunch was a boxed meal on set.

Nanxu chose a private restaurant near the film set.

The restaurant is small, but the environment is nice, and the food is very cheap. It's probably because it's located near a school, and most of the customers are students.

While waiting for the food to be served, Nanxu made a video call to Lu Zhiyan.

Lu Zhiyan picked up the phone on the table, saw that it was Nan Xu, and smiled, saying, "Meeting adjourned."

Upon hearing the words "Meeting adjourned," the people in the meeting room scattered in a panic.

Two girls who had just come out of the meeting room were whispering in the hallway.

Who do you think will make the video call?

"I think it must be the girl who served afternoon tea last time. I saw with my own eyes that President Lu carried her downstairs after the party that day."

"Huh? What do you mean, 'hug'?" the girl asked, frowning, not understanding.

Another girl patted her on the shoulder and said, "Are you stupid? Don't you understand?"

Then, the girl winked at another girl.

It took the girl a moment to realize, "Oh, oh, I understand."

While waiting for the elevator, the two chatted and laughed for a while longer.

The people standing nearby were all confused.

Nan Xu waited a while before the call was connected, just as Lu Zhiyan walked out of the conference room with the documents in his hand.

Looking at the menu posters hanging behind him, Lu Zhiyan asked, "Having lunch?"

"Hmm, still waiting for the food to be served. Haven't you eaten yet?" Nan Xu poured a glass of water and looked at the door behind Lu Zhiyan, which had "Meeting Room One" written on it. After a while, she saw "Meeting Room Two" on it.

"Yes, the meeting just ended." Lu Zhiyan pushed open the office door, and Secretary Li had already packed the food and placed it on the coffee table next to the sofa.

The documents were carelessly tossed on the desk. Lu Zhiyan walked over to the coffee table and sat down. "What are you eating?"

"It's a private kitchen restaurant; I ordered the local specialties," Nan Xu said with a smile, then asked, "And what about you? What did you eat?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiyan placed his phone on the coffee table, opened each package lid one by one, and turned the camera around to show Nan Xu.

"See?"

Nan Xu looked at the delicious-looking food in the takeout box; it was all her favorite dishes.

She suddenly missed Lu Zhiyan and craved the food he cooked.

It seems that love is sometimes a truly magical thing.

"Mmm," Nan Xu said in a muffled voice.

Hearing Nan Xu's muffled voice, Lu Zhiyan frowned.

You were fine just now, why are you unhappy now?

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Zhiyan asked with a hint of worry.

"I miss you." As soon as she opened her mouth, Nan Xu was a little surprised. Why would she say such a thing?

She was never a pretentious person, so how did she become so affected and pretentious after meeting Lu Zhiyan?

What's more, they can meet on Friday.

At this moment, Nan Xu realized that her feelings for Lu Zhiyan had reached such a deep level.

The measure of love is not time, but endless patience and repeated tolerance.

Nan Xu sighed softly.

Lu Zhiyan was taken aback upon hearing this, and felt a mixture of surprise and heartache.

To her surprise, Nanxu's heart was filled with him.

What's heartbreaking is that he can't put aside all his work to go to Yaocheng to be with her.

For a moment, both sides fell silent.

Nan Xu broke the silence first, "It's okay, we can meet on Friday."

Lu Zhiyan felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this, as they had never been apart for so long since they met.

"Yes, four more days. I'll go to Yaocheng to be with you after four days."

Nan Xu watched as the waiter brought over a tray. "Okay, my food is served too. Enjoy your meal, we'll call each other again tonight."

“Okay.” Lu Zhiyan said calmly.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiyan looked at the steaming dishes but couldn't muster any appetite. He, too, missed his beloved.

Nan Xu looked at the dishes laid out in front of her, but found them tasteless.

Lu Zhiyan didn't seem very happy when the video call ended.

It's all her fault for saying those sentimental things, which made both of them unhappy.

Nan Xu thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and sent a message to Lu Zhiyan: "Take a picture of the leftover food after you finish eating. Eat properly, don't waste food!"

Lu Zhiyan was staring blankly at the food in front of him when he received Nan Xu's text message, and a smile appeared on his lips.

I replied, "Okay, you have to send me a picture of the leftovers too, you're not allowed to waste any!"

Nanxu smiled upon receiving the message, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating.

The same applies to Lu Zhiyan on the other side.

Half an hour later, the two of them posted photos at the same time, as if by perfect unison.

Lu Zhiyan has completely empty his hand, while Nan Xu still has some left.

"Don't waste food next time!" Lu Zhiyan saw the leftovers that had been sent to him and sent a message to Nan Xu.

Nanxu replied with an "OK" emoji.

Nanxu had to go to the film set in the afternoon, so they didn't chat any longer.

When Nan Xu arrived at the film set, she casually found a recliner and sat down.

Today was the first day back at work, and everyone was in high spirits. We filmed all three scenes in one take.

After filming three scenes, while the actors were changing their makeup, Zhang San grinned and moved a small stool to sit next to Nan Xu.

Nan Xu was lying on the recliner, dozing with her eyes closed, when she heard the sound and slightly opened her eyes. She looked at Zhang San, who was sitting next to her with an eager expression.

Nanxu was confused; the final payment had already been settled right after she finished lunch that afternoon.

"What's wrong, Director Zhang?" Nan Xu got up and sat down.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Zhang San said obediently, sitting to the side.

Nan Xu said "Oh," assuming that Zhang San just wanted to sit there, so she didn't say anything more.

Zhang San would occasionally glance at Nan Xu, but Nan Xu pretended not to notice.

Zhang San didn't want to talk, and she didn't want to be long-winded and annoying.

Finally, when Zhang glanced at her for the seventh time, Nan Xu couldn't help but speak up, "Director Zhang, just say what you want to say. What's with you glancing at me every now and then?"

Zhang San smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

"Hehe, I just wanted to ask if Mr. Nan would be interested in investing in my next drama."

Nan Xu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

No, bro! You've only just started filming this show, how come you're already thinking about the next one?

"This drama has only just started filming, you should pay more attention to it!" Nan Xu said irritably.

Zhang San touched the tip of his nose. "President Nan, I'm thinking of making a period drama for my next project. I've had the script for years. Would you be interested in investing?" As he spoke, he pulled out the script from somewhere.

The script was crumpled and wrinkled, clearly having been read many times. There were also some unidentified liquids on the pages, which looked like chili oil mixed with sesame seeds.

Nan Xu took the script with a hint of disdain, shaking off the sesame seeds on it. "Why is your script so filthy?"

Zhang San chuckled twice. "It's because I often do research, so... so it gets a little dirty."

Is that a little bit?
Nanxu took a tissue and wiped the chili oil off the script.

At the end, Zhang San pinched his ear sheepishly.

Nan Xu gave a token smile.

At this moment, the assistant walked over to Zhang San and said, "Director, we can shoot the next scene now."

Zhang San waved his hand, and his assistant left.

"Well, Mr. Nan, you can keep an eye on things for now. I'm busy. If you're interested in investing, don't forget to let me know." With that, Zhang San left.

Watching Zhang San's retreating figure, Nan Xu began to peruse the crumpled script.

Nan Xu could barely make out the title of the script through the chili oil: "Asking the Throne".

(End of this chapter)