This celebrity became even more popular after being exposed of having multiple girlfriends-Chapter 363 - 296: Knowing What to Film

39.1 degrees, a high fever indeed, no wonder Wu Mu felt so awful.

After receiving two IV drips at the clinic and eating the lean meat porridge Lin Qingyue had made,

he was stuffed back into his room to rest.

The lead actor of the crew had fallen ill, and most of the outdoor scenes scheduled for today had already been shot.

Lin Qingyue simply gave the crew half a day off to rest.

"Yay, Director Lin is wise!"

"Old Qian, let’s go, let’s eat at Chuanxiang Restaurant... Director Lin, do you want us to bring lunch for Wu Mu?"

"No need, you guys enjoy your meal, I’ll buy something else later."

"Wu Mu is really having a tough time, falling sick on his birthday."

"How could he not fall ill? He shot scenes intensely all day and even went out to play guitar at three or four in the morning... The fever is really high, four of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are about his birthday support."

"Hahaha, if they knew he was sick, they would probably add another one."

The sound insulation in the hotel was mediocre, and in his groggy state, Wu Mu could still hear people outside chirping about him.

Four out of the top ten trending?

Mo Mo’s blessings would definitely be one of them.

Little Mo’s creative inspiration seems abundant lately, it hasn’t been long since his last song.

Ah Qing might as well just transfer the money directly to me next time, to avoid the music platform’s cut.

Ah Yao... she didn’t mail the gloves, did she?

I haven’t received them either, silly.

Wu Mu’s thoughts drifted, and then he fell into a groggy sleep again.

He didn’t know how long he slept.

In a daze, he was woken up again by a burst of noise.

"Director Lin has come to visit the set."

Someone outside shouted.

Director Lin?

Just waking up, the still feverish Wu Mu hadn’t realized who it was yet, still wondering if Lin Qingyue could visit her own set?

But soon, he realized that this Director Lin was not Lin Qingyue.

From outside came Lin Xueming’s calm and steady voice.

It was big Director Lin visiting his daughter’s set.

Lin Xueming must have brought quite a bit of food and drinks for the crew members, with voices everywhere thanking Director Lin.

He seemed to know the crew members of Lin Qingyue quite well, calling out many names without needing introductions.

Only occasionally, when meeting someone he didn’t recognize, he would ask, then Lin Qingyue’s voice would introduce them.

Wu Mu sketched out the scene outside in his mind from the noise.

But there was no need to imagine it any longer.

This visit to the set, how could they forget about him, the lead actor?

"Where is Wu Mu? Why haven’t I seen him?" Lin Xueming’s authoritative and steady voice asked.

"He has a fever, resting in his room."

"Fever? Which room is he staying in?"

"He might still be sleeping, hasn’t woken up."

"I’ll go check on him."

A flurry of footsteps approached.

It was indeed Lin Xueming, accompanied by an assistant.

The assistant carried some small paper bags to the table inside the room, probably the snacks Lin Xueming brought for his visit.

Lin Qingyue and Lou Ziwen followed beside him, and Lin Qingyue even gave him a helpless smile.

Wu Mu felt a bit amused inside and without much concern, he sat up halfway, "Director Lin."

"It’s okay, don’t get up. How did you get a fever?"

Lin Xueming looked quite amiable.

"Probably caught a cold, nothing serious, I’m almost well now."

"Good to hear, but even at a young age, you should take more care of your health."

Lin Xueming said while glancing around Wu Mu’s room, shaking his head, "The standard of this hotel is too low, is the heating warm enough?"

"It’s adequate, Director Lin chose this place considering its proximity to several major shooting locations," Wu Mu volunteered.

"That’s good."

After saying a few comforting words and telling Wu Mu to rest well, Lin Xueming turned to Lin Qingyue, "Where is the film shot? I’ll go have a look."

"In the back of the hotel."

After smoothing the blanket for Wu Mu, Lin Qingyue led the group out sequentially.

Lin Xueming toured around the set, then secured seats at a nearby restaurant to treat the crew to a meal.

Everyone went along, and the hotel quieted down.

Wu Mu lay in bed, thinking about Lin Xueming’s demeanor and shook his head slightly with a smile.

He felt much better than when he had just woken up in the morning, but he still felt somewhat sleepy.

After his thoughts drifted while looking at the ceiling for a while and playing games on his phone, he fell asleep again.

Then when he woke up, he was disturbed again.

The sound of a key turning softly at the door came through, followed by a somewhat familiar set of footsteps approaching.

Wu Mu kept his eyes closed, not wanting to get up.

The footsteps reached the desk in the room as if something was placed down, and then moved to his bedside, reaching out to feel his forehead.

Wu Mu continued to keep his eyes shut.

After the palm felt his forehead, it didn’t pull away but instead moved down his face gently stroking.

Feeling the soft warm palm touching his nose, and then his lips.

Wu Mu was already expecting further contact when he opened his eyes.

However, after stroking his face a few times, the palm lifted but moved along the edge of the blanket into his blanket, finding his palm and holding onto it.

Wu Mu hesitated for a moment, then as before, grasped back.

The owner of the hand didn’t seem surprised that he was awake, simply sitting down beside him.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm, not so dizzy anymore."

"Why did you think of going out to play guitar so late?"

"Haha, suddenly felt like it."

Wu Mu opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling and the Lin Qingyue beside him with clear eyes, "I suddenly understand the feel you want to capture."