Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Chapter 158 The Movement Under the Kotatsu

Ning Yutong stared at the ceiling, her eyes somewhat glazed over.

My body was still tingling with pleasure, and my legs felt a little weak.

She thought about it and realized she wasn't that kind of person.

At least she wasn't a casual person; she couldn't imagine doing that kind of thing with someone else. Just now, her mind was filled with Yu Heng.

Forget it.

forget about it.

go to bed.

It'll all be over after a good night's sleep, and things will be back to normal starting tomorrow.

Keep your distance from Yu Heng, continue to be friends with Yue Ling, and pretend that what happened in the car never happened.

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Yu Heng arrived at the villa, rang the doorbell, and waited a while before the door opened.

Zhou Mengqi stood at the door, wearing a loose nightgown and with her hair a little messy.

"President?" She paused, surprised. "So early?"

"Didn't you say tonight?" Yu Heng looked at her.

"It's...it's evening." Zhou Mengqi stepped aside to let him in. "I thought you'd come later."

She calculated the time in her mind; she and Wang Luyu had only been home for less than ten minutes, and hadn't even finished a sip of water.

You can't just come back and say, "Go back to your room right now," can you?

Yu Heng entered the house. The living room lights were on, and Wang Luyu was sitting on the sofa.

Upon seeing Yu Heng, she stood up: "President."

"Okay." Yu Heng nodded, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. "I'm here to discuss the script with you."

Wang Luyu glanced at Zhou Mengqi, then at Yu Heng: "Now?"

"We should have discussed this as soon as possible," Yu Heng said, "so we can start filming sooner."

Zhou Mengqi poured him a glass of water, and Yu Heng took it and drank a sip.

The air conditioner was on inside, but the living room was too big, and the heat dissipated quickly, so to be honest, it was a bit cold.

I missed the deadline for paying the heating bill when I rented this villa, so the property management company won't turn on the underfloor heating; I can only rely on air conditioning.

Yu Heng rubbed his hands together, and Zhou Mengqi noticed: "Are you feeling a little cold?"

"A little," Yu Heng said.

"The air conditioning isn't very effective," Zhou Mengqi said. "The space is too big."

She thought for a moment, then got up and walked towards the stairs: "I'm going to the warehouse."

Yu Heng watched her go downstairs without saying a word.

Wang Luyu whispered, "President, which day of the week are we filming?"

"The sooner the better," Yu Heng said, sitting down on the sofa. "Your video went viral, we need to strike while the iron is hot."

"Oh..." Wang Luyu responded, holding her water glass and continuing to drink.

After a while, Zhou Mengqi came up carrying something.

It's a kotatsu, the kind with an electric heater connected underneath the tabletop.

"There's such a thing?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. He had only ever seen this kind of thing in anime and Japanese dramas.

"I found it while organizing the warehouse," Zhou Mengqi said. "Neither of us has used it yet."

She was having some difficulty carrying it, so Yu Heng stood up and took over.

"Want to give it a try?" Zhou Mengqi asked, looking at him.

"Okay," Yu Heng placed the kotatsu in the open space between the living room and the dining room. "Here it is."

Zhou Mengqi plugged in the power cord, and the light under the stove turned on, casting an orange glow.

"Luyu, sit here." Zhou Mengqi patted the floor next to the kotatsu. "Just lay out a blanket."

Wang Luyu took a blanket from the sofa and spread it on the floor. The three of them sat down around it.

The table was pulled down, and my legs were inside; it was definitely much warmer.

Zhou Mengqi sat opposite Yu Heng, and Wang Luyu sat to the side.

As the steam slowly rose from the kotatsu, Yu Heng spoke up: "What are your thoughts on the script?"

Zhou Mengqi looked at him: "If it's about family... how about filming a mother and daughter?"

"Okay," Yu Heng said, "but we need to identify the points of conflict; things can't be too peaceful."

"For example?" Wang Luyu asked.

"For example, if the mother is too controlling, the daughter might want to escape," Yu Heng said. "Or, if the daughter is rebellious, the mother might not know how to communicate with her."

Zhou Mengqi nodded: "My mom and I often argue."

"What's all the noise about?" Yu Heng asked.

"Everything's noisy," Zhou Mengqi laughed. "What clothes you wear, what time you come home, what friends you keep."

As she spoke, she shifted her legs under the blanket.

I accidentally bumped into Yu Heng's leg.

She paused for a moment, but didn't move away.

Yu Heng glanced at her, but she looked away and picked up her water glass to drink.

Wang Luyu was still thinking about the script: "How do we get to the pawnshop plot? What should we pawn?"

"A powerful businesswoman mother worth over 100 million yuan, pawning her wealth," Zhou Mengqi said, "to switch places with her daughter for a week?"

"This..." Yu Heng narrowed his eyes, "It can be considered as an alternative."

Wang Luyu felt the kotatsu was a bit warm, so she moved around a bit.

With a slight movement, she bumped into Yu Heng's leg.

She quickly moved away, her face slightly flushed.

Zhou Mengqi saw it and her lips twitched slightly.

This girl is so naive.

"President," Zhou Mengqi began, "what do you think is the biggest conflict between mother and daughter?"

"Expectations," Yu Heng said. "A mother's expectations of her daughter are not the same as the daughter's expectations of herself."

"Nothing else," Wang Luyu said. "I think this kind of topic is a bit too ordinary."

"Only the ordinary resonates with people," Zhou Mengqi said with a laugh. "You can't exactly film a mother and daughter falling for the same man and then fighting over him or sharing him!"

"Oh dear!" Wang Luyu blushed upon hearing this, "Mengqi!"

The joke ended there, and the three of them started discussing again.

Zhou Mengqi took a sip of water, her eyes fixed on Yu Heng's profile.

He was talking to Wang Luyu when she remembered that Yu Heng hadn't contacted her once in the past two weeks.

Her foot moved under the blanket and touched Yu Heng's calf.

He didn't react. She pursed her lips, moved her foot up a little, and stepped on it.

This time, Yu Heng paused for a moment and glanced at her.

Zhou Mengqi tilted her head and smiled.

Yu Heng's throat bobbed, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued speaking to Wang Luyu: "So the conflict has to be planned ahead..."

Wang Luyu nodded, completely unaware of the commotion under the table.

Zhou Mengqi felt a little smug, thinking, "You've got to leave me hanging."

Yu Heng suddenly stopped talking and looked at her: "Zhou Mengqi."

"Hmm?" Zhou Mengqi blinked. "President, what's wrong?"

"What do you think of this setting?" Yu Heng asked.

"It's great!" Zhou Mengqi said. "I think it's a good idea!"

She wasn't actually listening to what was being said at all.

Yu Heng looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Then tell me your specific thoughts?"

Then he stepped back on it.

"What's wrong?" Wang Luyu asked, looking at her. "Mengqi, your face is so red."

"It's a bit hot," Zhou Mengqi said. "The kotatsu is too warm."

Zhou Mengqi bit her lip to keep from making a sound.

The equipment is mismatched!

Yu Heng was wearing clothes, but she was only wearing this nightgown.

Although he had underwear inside, it couldn't compare to the warmth he had inside his pants.

Before long, she was defeated.