Chapter 50: Wrap Party? Sugar-Eating Night!

"Hahaha!"

An outburst of laughter instantly erupted on the set.

It wasn't often that one got to see Zhang Li pushed to the point of exasperation and embarrassment.

Tiffany's face was flushed red, but she joined in with a sweet giggle, her eyes hiding some indescribable emotion.

"You guys finally found an opportunity to mess with me today."

Dressed in traditional wedding attire, Zhang Li stood with one hand on his hip, looking speechlessly at Hu Ge, Yang Mi, and the others. "The bridal chamber scene is not an easy one to act."

"If we can't get today's wrap-up scene through, we'll be eating our wrap banquet way too early tonight."

The entertainment industry was somewhat superstitious, and milestones like starting production or wrapping up were treated with great reverence.

Having the wrap banquet before shooting officially concluded was considered bad luck.

"Alright, alright."

Lee Kwok-lap stood up and motioned for everyone to tone it down.

Knowing that getting down to business was the priority, everyone quickly quieted down and took their respective positions.

Without any additional lighting, inside the room naturally lit purely by the warm glow of red wedding candles, Zhang Li walked aside to brew his emotions and get into character.

Actually, no extra preparation was needed; he simply needed to activate the Xu Changqing character buff.

"Action."

"Scene X, Shot X, Take 1."

"Clack!"

As the clapperboard snapped shut, the look and aura in Zhang Li's eyes instantly transformed.

He swayed slightly as he walked toward the bed, approaching Zixuan, who was covered by the red veil.

He seemed slightly intoxicated, or perhaps simply drunk on the atmosphere, as he reached out to lift the red veil.

At that exact moment, Tiffany activated her "Zixuan character buff," and her gaze and aura shifted completely.

With her head initially lowered, she gently lifted it to reveal a coy and bashful expression, though her eyes burned with warmth and joy.

"Hiss!"

Behind the monitor, Lee Kwok-lap, Hu Ge, and the others all held their breath.

At this moment, Tiffany exuded an incomparable, breathtaking beauty, her eyes brimming with spirit and life.

This was precisely how an ancient woman on her wedding night, marrying the man she loved with all her heart, should appear.

Lee Kwok-lap sighed inwardly, realizing he had made the right bet by agreeing to let Tiffany shoot this scene as her final wrap-up shot.

Originally, this scene was supposed to be filmed ten days ago, leaving today for the scene where Hu Ge and Yang Mi chatted by the doorway.

Lost in thought, Lee Kwok-lap was gradually drawn into the drama unfolding on the monitor.

With shy, beautiful eyes, Tiffany stared at Zhang Li and spoke, "My husband, your face is already blushing so early."

"What shall we do next?"

Zhang Li put on an at-a-loss, flustered expression.

Tiffany continued her lines, then took the initiative to hold Zhang Li's hand as she stood up.

Picking up the nuptial wine cups, they drank with their arms linked, gazing into each other's eyes with turbulent inner emotions.

When it was over, as if possessed by a spell, Tiffany took the initiative to kiss Zhang Li's lips.

Yang Mi: !

No camera trickery?

Is Tang Tang out of her mind?!

And that was only the beginning.

Right after the kiss, when Zhang Li tried to respond, Tiffany stopped him.

"Not yet released."

Tiffany pointed toward the red silk drapery.

Like a complete novice, Zhang Li accepted her guidance completely.

Tiffany removed her outer robe, revealing her delicate, pinkish shoulders with smooth and flawless skin.

With a glance of her eyes, the atmosphere between them grew increasingly ambiguous and intimate.

After a brief exchange of dialogue, Zhang Li pulled Tiffany into his embrace.

Kisses, responses—the atmosphere began to heat up intensely.

Yang Mi: !!

This brat isn't using camera angles either.

Are these two actually playing for keeps?!

Tiffany slowly lay back, Zhang Li's gaze turned hazy and mesmerized, and he leaned over her.

"Cut!"

"Moving on!"

Lee Kwok-lap's voice rang out.

All the crew members on set: !!!

Right at the climax when everyone was eagerly anticipating what came next, you actually called cut!

Aren't you afraid we'll send you razor blades in the mail?!

"Whoosh."

Zhang Li sprung up at lightning speed, pulling away from the large bed.

Two voices echoed in his mind, leaving his emotions turbulent.

[Tiffany completed an emotional kissing scene with you once. Kissing technique experience +1 / Lip optimization +1]

[Tiffany completed an emotional bed scene with you once. Bed scene experience +1 / Emotional control +1]

Such a brief scene had actually yielded two capability upgrades.

Even more ridiculously, his kissing technique had reached the "mastery" level.

"I announce that Chinese Paladin 3 has officially wrapped up today!" Lee Kwok-lap shouted into the microphone.

A wave of cheers instantly erupted across the set, followed by thunderous applause.

The smooth completion of a television drama was a major milestone worth celebrating.

"Sister Tang," Zhang Li called out to Tiffany.

He felt as though Tiffany hadn't quite come out of character yet; her gaze was so resentful that it made him feel like a scumbag husband who had abandoned his blushing bride on their wedding night.

"Hmm." Tiffany slowly stood up, draped in an outer coat.

Pulling back her emotions, she gave Zhang Li a sweet smile. "Ah Li, our first collaboration has drawn to a close."

"You must drink a few extra cups with me at the wrap banquet tonight, okay?"

Zhang Li readily agreed, thinking it was just a small matter.

"Ah Li, your acting was pretty good, passing on the first take." Yang Mi walked over to Zhang Li, her tone playful.

"Everyone on the crew knows my acting is top-notch," Zhang Li said with a smug expression.

"Then I wonder who it was earlier today saying that bridal chamber scenes are hard to act?" Yang Mi raised her chin in challenge.

"Acting difficult scenes is an objective fact," Zhang Li replied calmly. "However, my acting skills are exceptional, so it's not a big deal."

"You've said it all," Yang Mi pouted.

"Truth rests in the hands of a few," Zhang Li retorted with a smug look.

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to tell Xi Xi that you and Tang Tang actually kissed for real."

Zhang Li: "..."

"Is snitching the only thing you know how to do?"

Yang Mi answered with practical action: she raised her hand to hit him.

"Alright, alright." In the end, Tiffany stepped in to smooth things over.

Exchanging banter, the group headed back to the hotel.

After removing their makeup, taking showers, and changing into fresh clothes, they headed to the wrap banquet.

Tsui Siu-ming, the television producer and general manager of Chinese Entertainment, took the stage to give a speech.

Without dragging it out with a lengthy monologue, she offered words of gratitude and a brief summary before telling everyone to eat and drink their fill.

"Xiao Li, the condition you mentioned, I accept." Sitting at the same table as Zhang Li, Tsui Siu-ming picked up her wine glass. "Tomorrow, we'll sign the licensing contract for those songs."

"Then happy cooperation." Zhang Li picked up his glass in response, speaking boldly, "I'll down this, Producer K, drink as you please."

Thanks to Liu Shishi, his physical constitution currently far exceeded that of an ordinary person, and his alcohol tolerance was absurdly high.

As time passed, the atmosphere gradually grew lively.

Yang Mi sighed, "I didn't expect Shishi to miss the wrap banquet."

"If she could make it the day after tomorrow, we'd only have our too-efficient shooting state and accelerated progress to blame." Zhang Li continued eating his food.

Yang Mi clinked her glass against his and asked softly, "What condition did you pitch to Producer K?"

"Getting Yifei to sing the theme song—just a minor matter," Zhang Li explained casually.

Chinese Entertainment wanted all six songs and hoped for a "friendship discount," so Zhang Li countered by insisting that "From Generation to Generation Love" must be sung by Liu Yifei.

Tsui Siu-ming had said she needed to consider it, which was essentially just a psychological game she tried to play with him, but she ultimately lost.

After all, he was in no rush at all; the songs were right there, and they didn't necessarily have to be given to Chinese Paladin 3.

"Being able to raise Yifei to such heights, you really struck gold. I envy her," Yang Mi sighed.

Zhang Li frowned. He was drinking alcohol, not tea, right?

"Sister Tang, drink a little less," Zhang Li intercepted Tiffany as she poured another glass. "You haven't even eaten much food."

"None of your business." Tiffany slanted a glance at him. "I'm happy today. What status do you have to manage me?"

"The drama has wrapped; you aren't Xu Changqing anymore."

Zhang Li's mouth twitched. "I'm just advising you."

"Thanks." With a flushed face, Tiffany gave a sweet smile. "But I won't listen."

Zhang Li: "..."

Do whatever you want, you won't get drunk anyway.

An hour or so later, people began to leave one by one.

Yang Mi helped Tiffany's personal assistant escort her back to her room.

She kept giggling foolishly, showing clear tendencies of being drunk.

"Good advice is truly hard to..."

Thump!

Just as Zhang Li was sighing to himself, a knock suddenly sounded on his door.

Opening it, he found Tiffany, whom he had assumed was completely drunk.

"Changqing~"

Tiffany darted into the room and threw her arms around Zhang Li. "I'm sleeping with you tonight."