Chapter 54: Zhou Le: Right here? Meng Ziyi: Right here is just fine.

Zhou Le had no idea whether Han Han would actually be able to bring Liu Yifei over, but it was at least something to hope for. What if it actually worked out?

In the subsequent scenes, what Zhou Le looked forward to the most was the driving sequence after the location change.

Although Zhou Le wasn't the one driving, Han Han had promised to let him take the wheel for a bit.

After all, Shanghai was his home turf.

The Volkswagen 333 Racing Team base was also located right here.

After driving around the track for several rounds, going faster and faster, Zhou Le felt a rush of exhilaration so intense it almost made him pee his pants.

Yet, purely in terms of that momentary thrill, it surpassed everything else.

That night, Zhou Le spent over an hour discussing work in his young assistant's room.

He finally understood why people who engaged in extreme sports had such strong desires; many things in life were deeply interconnected.

Upon returning to his own room, a WeChat message from Meng Ziyi popped up.

"Teacher Zhou, I suddenly thought of your name just now. Zhou Le—'Zhou' like King Zhou of Shang, and 'Le' like happiness. Does that mean your name literally translates to King Zhou's pleasure?"

Zhou Le quickly replied with a sticker of a character scratching their butt: "Yeah, how could King Zhou not be happy?"

"Whoa, do you want to be an emperor? And turn all the female celebrities in the entertainment industry into your harem?"

Zhou Le: "???"

He was completely startled, wondering if she had asked that intentionally or by chance.

Still, chat history was a terrifying thing.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm a very pure-hearted person, and I'm exceptionally devoted when it comes to girls."

As he typed, Zhou Le thought to himself that it was indeed the truth.

At least when he was in a relationship, no one could be more affectionate than Zhou Le.

As for turning the entire entertainment industry into a harem...

Those were just small-time thoughts, no need to boast about grand ambitions.

Besides, even if he did harbor such thoughts, he certainly couldn't say them out loud to others; he could only daydream about them in the privacy of his own home.

"Is that so? But when does your filming wrap up, Teacher Zhou? I've been wanting to treat you to a meal for a long time now."

"Well, you'll just have to wait a little longer. It should be soon, I guess."

"Fine."

The filming of the subsequent scenes was much simpler, mostly consisting of pick-up shots.

Xu Zhengtai kicking Xu Tailang.

During the shoot, Han Han even quoted something Zhou Le had said earlier: after spending all those years in prison, coming out only to find that your son looks more and more like your sworn brother, and that said sworn brother vanished without a trace after the child was born—no matter who was in that position, they'd want to kick the guy right in the face.

With the completion of this sequence,

the film finally wrapped up production.

Zhou Le received a large red envelope.

Inside was eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan.

Zhao Liying had previously left the set to record a variety show, but returned in time for the wrap party.

She drank quite a bit that day.

Zhao Liying also mentioned that her next project would be a period domestic drama produced by Daylight Entertainment.

Everyone instantly turned their gazes toward Zhou Le.

Because Zhou Le was signed with Daylight Entertainment.

"Sister, if I have time, I'll come visit you on set."

"Haha, alright." Zhao Liying agreed with a beaming smile.

However, she didn't bring up the matter any further.

Afterward, Zhou Le didn't head back immediately; instead, he stayed to mess around with racing alongside Han Han.

"Le, I've noticed you have a really high aptitude for racing. Have you considered getting into it? You're still young, so if you train, you can definitely make something of it. Besides, I have some resources in the racing world."

"Can I really do it?"

"Why not? A man's hobbies basically boil down to cars and women. People always say poor men play with cars while rich men play with watches, but can wearing a watch give you that skyrocketing adrenaline rush?"

Zhou Le thought about it; a watch definitely couldn't do that.

Though wearing a nice watch to a bar, especially in a tier-one city, would probably net you the WeChat contacts of at least a dozen girls in no time, after which you could experience an adrenaline rush through other means.

Only, once the movie he had just filmed was released, Zhou Le wouldn't be able to wear just any watch casually anymore.

Stepping outside wearing a watch worth two or three hundred thousand yuan would probably make people laugh their heads off.

Thus, Zhou Le stayed with the 333 Racing Team for two days to play around with cars.

He even started pondering whether he should buy a car of his own to drive.

Though he didn't have many scenes requiring him to drive during filming usually, he really did need a car now.

Flying back to Beijing, the very first thing Su Yingxia did was organize all the remaining receipts and send them over to the finance department of the *Duckweed* crew.

The second thing was to contact Xu Zheng's side.

Because Zhou Le's next project was with them.

On one hand, it was to confirm the final shooting schedule and dates; on the other hand, it was to iron out logistics such as flight tickets and hotel accommodations for joining the crew.

As for Zhou Le, he went off to keep his appointment with Meng Ziyi.

The process was both heartwarming and disappointing.

After all, Zhou Le was enthusiastic about getting free meals—not because he was broke, as he now had a million yuan in his pocket and could afford most things.

The feeling of being treated by someone else was simply different, though.

The disappointment stemmed from the fact that his system's experience points had reached a critical juncture, needing just a little over a hundred points to level up.

The food was delicious, but there was no room for him to act out any drama.

During the meal, Zhou Le casually mentioned that he also knew how to practice traditional tui-na massage, and Meng Ziyi instantly became interested.

Zhou Le thought for a moment.

"If you haven't really experienced these kinds of treatments before... you can actually try tendon-pulling."

"What is tendon-pulling?" Although she wasn't drinking, chatting with Zhou Le made her very happy, and her cheeks were flushed, making her look quite charming.

"It's a tui-na technique that leaves you with an exceptionally clear and refreshed feeling in the end, with a surge of energy rushing straight to the top of your head. I've never used this move on anyone else."

"Is it really that powerful?"

"It has to be."

"Then I want to try it."

Zhou Le glanced around at the environment: "Right here?"

Meng Ziyi: "Right here is fine."

As she spoke, she pushed a couple of chairs together and stretched herself out flat over them.

"Are you Jackie Chan? So good at making use of furniture?"

"Hehe, it's mainly because the place I live isn't very safe and is easy for paparazzi to snap photos of. After all, if something happens, we get photographed and that's that; but if nothing happens and we still get photographed, wouldn't that be an unjust death?"

Zhou Le looked at her, wondering what was going on inside this young girl's head.

Was it an innocent remark, or was she hinting at something?

Since she had already laid down, however, Zhou Le didn't stand on ceremony.

Meng Ziyi was wearing a black spaghetti-strap maxi dress today. There had originally been a little cardigan over it, but she had shed it while eating.

Though she was quite slender, she was also remarkably well-endowed.

Lying there, the lines of her back were smooth, her collarbones resembled a pair of butterflies, and her rounded, uptight hips possessed a hazy, aesthetic charm under the contrast of the black fabric, with her slender legs crossed and ankles so delicate they could be grasped with just a gentle hold.

He took a deep breath.

Zhou Le began to move.

He traced her spine to locate the acupuncture points.

Zhou Le spoke softly: "Relax."

Meng Ziyi: "I am relaxed."

Zhou Le: "No, you're clenching your teeth."

At that exact moment, all of Meng Ziyi's shyness was replaced by sheer shock: "You can even feel that?"

"Of course. Without that diamond drill, would I dare take on this porcelain job?"

Meng Ziyi took a deep breath to force herself to relax, pondering the "diamond drill" Zhou Le had just mentioned... and suddenly found her mind wandering to some inappropriate places: "Teacher Zhou, what do you mean by a porcelain job?"

"It's because you're too delicate, just like a porcelain doll."

Where Zhou Le couldn't see, Meng Ziyi's face flushed red instantly.

"Is that so? Hehe, I also think I'm pretty, it's just a pity that everyone outside is cursing me out right now."

While slowly gliding his hands down both sides of her spine from top to bottom to loosen her up, Zhou Le comforted her: "Any publicity is good publicity, don't overthink it."

"Besides, if you can't help it, it's best to just cry out. Holding it in isn't good. If you're worried about people hearing, you can cover your mouth a bit."

With that, he pinpointed the precise location of the bladder meridian, pressing his thumb and index finger firmly together.

Gradually increasing the pressure from light to heavy.

Meng Ziyi felt the intensity spike instantly.

A soft groan escaped her lips involuntarily.

Echoing softly within the room.