After My Rebirth, My Husband Pampers Me Everyday! Chapter 134: I WANT TO SEE MY HUSBAND

Fangfang nodded, and the gratitude in her voice carried more weight than any line about the shoot ever could.

She didn’t say more than that, but the way her shoulders dropped, the way she looked at Guiying once before turning, said enough.

For soone who lived in scripts and retakes, this was as close as she got to a thank you that didn’t need editing.

Bai Zichen appeared at once to escort her out, walking alongside her and her assistant with the earnest energy of soone who’d claid the role for himself. He was already asking if she wanted water, if the car was cool enough.

Pei Jiahao followed at a respectful distance, seeing to the last formalities. He murmured instructions to the assistants, signed off on the release forms, made sure the equipnt crew knew where to return the rigs. Even when the work was done, his hands didn’t stop moving.

Guiying stayed where he was.

He turned back to the lake. The water stretched wide and still, the afternoon light lying gold across its surface. Ripples moved out from where a duck had cut through earlier, slow and fading. The air slled faintly of cut grass and the mineral tang of the lake. Behind him, soone zipped a case closed with a soft hiss.

The park had gone quiet in that way places do after they’ve served their purpose—like the air itself was resting. The bustle of lights, cables, and whispered directions had bled out into the trees. Even the wind seed to be holding its breath.

In that quiet, a thought surfaced, unbidden and clear.

Liuxian.

He turned it over slowly, the way he’d been turning it over since Fangfang asked why her partner had chosen to bear the burden alone. The question had stuck to him since the grass. The answer hadn’t shifted. It was unchanged, certain, and it ached.

He loved Liuxian.

Not the arrangent. Not the na. Not the shield it gave him against the world.

He loved Liuxian himself.

The realization sat heavy and simple in his chest, without the drama he’d expected. No thunder, no grand music. Just the quiet certainty of a thing you’d known all along but hadn’t dared to na.

To Guiying, Liuxian belonged to sothing almost mythic—rare, untouchable, the kind of thing you admired from a distance because it seed too luminous to claim. A rare flower in an impossible place. A god wearing the shape of a man. Soone who moved through rooms and left them warr without trying.

And yet here he stood in a Shanghai park as the light thinned to gold, and the thought of going back to him felt as natural as breathing.

"Mr. Tang," Shao Mingye’s voice ca from behind him, low and careful. "Whenever you’re ready."

Guiying gave the lake one last look, morizing how the water held the light.

The gold was deeper now, pulling toward amber at the edges.

"I’m ready," he said.

"Hold it," Mingye said. "Don’t move. Just like that."

Guiying obeyed without thinking. His body had learned to follow direction before his mind caught up.

For the first ti that afternoon, the director’s voice had changed. No more clipped instructions, no more checking his watch. It was quiet, almost careful, like soone speaking to sothing they knew they wouldn’t get back.

"Stunning," Mingye murmured, more to himself than to the crew.

You could see it in him—the slight lean forward, the way he stopped checking the monitor and just watched through the lens. His finger hovered over the shutter but didn’t press. The shoot had stopped being a job.

The sun sank lower, stretching the grass into long shadows that reached for the water.

The light caught the edges of the reeds and turned them to copper. The wind moved through them with a sound like a held breath released.

The park held still, as if it knew not to break the fra. Even the distant traffic beyond the trees seed muted.

And Guiying stood in the middle of it, unaware that his face had changed.

The mask he wore on set had thinned. The careful control, the practiced neutrality he used to keep people at arm’s length—it was slipping.

The realization from the grass was still there, sitting behind his eyes, unguarded.

It was written in the set of his jaw, in the softness of his gaze toward the horizon, as if he were already seeing another place, another person.

No defiance, no performance. Just a quiet, exhausted honesty.

They could see it.

The crew had gone still. Not the manufactured stillness of "quiet on set," but the real kind.

No one checked their phones.

No one whispered.

His heart was on his sleeve—not in defiance, but because he no longer had the strength to keep it folded away. He was tired of folding it.

Tired of pretending he didn’t feel things too deeply.

Shao Mingye lowered the cara slowly, like he was setting down sothing fragile.

"Cut," he said, and the word sounded reluctant. Like he was ending sothing he didn’t want to end.

The spell didn’t break all at once. It thinned, like the light on the lake, leaving only the mory of what had been there. The gold on the water dulled by a shade. The air moved again, just slightly.

The crew felt it before anyone spoke.

Nothing new had happened.

What had always been there was finally visible.

The restraint was gone, and underneath was a person who’d rembered why he was standing in the light at all.

Not for the brand, not for the contract, not for the check.

For himself.

Even Pei Jiahao didn’t make a note. He stood with his hands clasped, watching. Later he’d say it was one of the few takes that didn’t need a note.

"You’re done for today," Jiang Wenxi said. Her voice was softer than usual. "Take tomorrow off. We’ll see you Wednesday."

Guiying nodded. His thanks was quiet, but it reached them. He didn’t need to say more.

He changed in the tent while the set emptied around him, the borrowed clothes sliding off and leaving him in his own again.

The fabric felt different against his skin now—lighter. The weight of the costu was gone, but the weight of the afternoon wasn’t.

When he stepped out, the parking lot was half-empty, the afternoon thinning into evening. The sky had gone that deep blue that ca right before night.

Crew mbers loaded the last cases into vans, laughing quietly, winding down.

Haiyan was waiting by the car, straightening as soon as he saw him.

"Welco back, Master Xue," he said with a small bow. "Shall I take you ho?"

Guiying glanced down at his hand, at the ring catching the last of the light. The gold band was warm from his skin. He turned it once, slowly, feeling the edge against his thumb.

"No," he said. The word ca clean, without hesitation. There was no doubt in it, no second-guessing.

"Take to Liu Corporations. I want to see my husband."