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Chapter 655: The Food Isn’t Tasty Anymore

The three of them talked through the night. Unaware of the time, they gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Shen Xi walked out of the room in a daze wearing a pair of slippers, with tissues stuffed in her nose. She looked down while she was yawning.

She felt an itch on her nose. As she touched it slightly, she raised her head and let out a big sneeze. “Achoo!”

She then heard a loud sneeze that was almost in sync with hers. She turned and saw Fu Qingxuan, who was rubbing his nose.

No one had an idea when Song Wenye woke up and appeared in the living room. She was holding a rice cooker when she saw Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan standing side by side in front of the door, like the two guardians of the door, and both of them were dejectedly rubbing their noses in sync. “Are you both twins?” Song Wenye teased.

These two came out of their rooms together, sneezed, and rubbed their noses like spitting images.

Shen Xi glanced at Fu Qingxuan and put down her hand that rubbed her nose.

Fu Qingxuan also dropped his hand when he peeked at Shen Xi.

They glared and snorted at each other simultaneously, looked away, and entered their rooms before shutting their doors with a bang.

Song Wenye was again surprised by how they matched each other perfectly.

Yun Jinping saw Song Wenye staring at the second floor when she came out with some bowls. “Where’s Xixi and Xuan? I heard them from the kitchen just now. Did they go back to sleep?” she asked.

Song Wenye nodded and then shook her head, “No idea.”

She did not know whether they were asleep or not, but she ascertained that their behaviors and expressions were a mirror image of each other. It was amusing.

Yun Jinping shook her head resignedly and chuckled, “Just let them go back to bed.”

Still, Xixi had to visit the production team of Lady Luck. Xuan should be going with her, as he wanted to seek help from a renowned Old Traditional Medicine Practitioner. They were boarding their plane at two o’clock in the afternoon, so there was still time.

Someone opened the front door, and they were the trio – Shen Zhangqing, Yu Yuanxi, and Pei Xu. They brought a variety of food back, such as soy milk, jellied bean curd, fried bean sticks, steamed buns, multigrain pancakes, and much more.

After Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan scoffed at each other, they got changed and had their breakfast. It was apparent that they had a cold from their stuffy, red noses and hyponasal voice.

Yun Jinping glanced at both of them and handed out fever relief granules. “Take this before your meal.”

The heating system in the house was clearly intact. How did both of them become ill-ridden after a night?

Shen Xi wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Fu Qingxuan said thanks and took the granules. He snatched away Shen Xi’s portion after seeing that she did not intend to have it anyhow.

In a moment, he was out with two cups in his hands and gave one to Shen Xi.

Yun Jinping’s presence made Shen Xi not able to refuse the medicine unless she planned to not fill her stomach. Nauseatingly, she drank it in one gulp.

On the other hand, Song Wenye was stuffing her mouth with soup dumplings while telling Yu Yuanxi about how synchronized Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan were at their doorsteps earlier, but her speech was barely audible.

Unable to understand her, Yu Yuanxi shook her head and chuckled. She handed her a cup of soy milk. “Finish your food before you speak.”

Song Wenye took a sip of the soy milk, and at the same time, she gazed at Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan. “A little while ago, both of you were like two peas in a pod, and even real twins are far more inferior.”

Shen Xi frowned.

A fleet of sadness appeared in Fu Qingxuan’s eyes. He stuffed the deformed soup dumplings into his mouth without uttering a word.

It was a relief that he was reunited with his father, but his sister was still nowhere to be found.

No one would be as joyous and willing as he was if Song Wenye’s words were the fact.

Song Wenye noticed their reactions, especially Fu Qingxuan’s. She immediately realized that she had said something out of her bounds and jammed her blabbermouth with shrimp dumplings.

After breakfast, Song Wenye and Yu Yuanxi visited Old Man Song from the Song Family with gifts in hand.

Initially, Song Wenye wished for Shen Xi to follow her but was refused.

Jiang Yin left after she received a call.

Shen Zhangqing would only stop by the company in the afternoon.

Pei Xu returned home as well after she had his breakfast.

Before lunch, Yun Jingping asked Shen Xi to call Li Yuan to join them.

“Mom, he’s not home. He had gone to the company.” Shen Xi giggled. “I would’ve called him if he’s at home, and his cooking is otherworldly.”

Yun Jingpin smiled. “I absolutely have to try his food someday.”

She was caught off guard by the fact that Li Yuan knew how to cook. However, Xuan was also a decent cook. It seemed that nothing would be impossible.

Fu Qingxuan lost his appetite once he heard Li Yuan’s name.

Yun Jingping drove Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan to the airport. She enjoined them attentively and left the terminal after the duo went through the security check.

During Shen Xi’s two-day absence from the production team of The Lady Luck, Su Ruowan was still filming tirelessly despite falling sick on the day after she blacked out.

Everyone was doing their own jobs and staying at their own positions in the production studio.

Su Ruowan looked slightly better when she put on her makeup. She stared at herself in the mirror, who lost a ton of weight, and clenched her fist at her side. Deep down, she was cursing Shen Xi.

That darn b*tch, all this happened because of Shen Xi. She caused her trouble and was behind those countless NGs. She was the one who made Su Ruowan pass out.

However, Hu Zheng’s attitude toward her had turned for the better. Most likely because she fainted during the filming or improved her acting skill. The amount of NGs reduced noticeably too.

That b*stard, she knew it very well that Hu Zheng was picking on her acting skill, like how Cloud Seven did. However, she took all the criticism in her stride, and she thought it could benefit her.

She would never forget the persecution directed toward her, and she would make them pay for it one day.

On the other hand, Hu Zheng ordered the staff to get themselves ready inside the production studio and asked someone to summon Su Ruowan as she took too much time.

His assistant told him that the screenwriter, Cloud Seven, had arrived at the office. Upon her arrival, he began to sweat bullets.. He could not imagine how many retakes and much dissatisfactions after Cloud Seven’s review of the shots taken during her absence these past two days.