The television series finally began filming.

Wang Xiaoqiang now understood that making a film was a very troublesome and tiring thing, however, several of the supporting actresses were indeed very attractive, especially the lead actress, who won Wang Xiaoqiang's favor, but made Xia Sanwa worry.

How could Xia Sanwa not worry?

This woman might just take his daughter's place.

The actress playing the lead role was Hee Saixue, whose skin was so white it was truly like outshining frost and snow, just like an immortal maiden in the paintings, according to the villagers.

That day.

There was a passionate scene between the male and female leads.

Hee Saixue, who had recently entered the industry and could be considered a newcomer, was naturally overjoyed to act alongside Wang Xiaoqiang, a big star in Hollywood, but the barely twenty-year-old Hee Saixue was still somewhat resistant to explicit scenes. After a long persuasion by the director, she finally agreed to act in this segment, but under the condition that there couldn't be too many people watching on set.

So, support actors like Xia Sanwa were kicked out. Xia Sanwa had heard about this passionate scene early on. Of course, he was very opposed to it, since it involved his son-in-law getting intimate with another woman. Naturally, he wanted to supervise on set to prevent the two from getting carried away with their acting.

Unfortunately for him, he was also kicked out of the filming site.

Only the director and a few crew members remained on set. The explicit scene was very sensual, much like the most vulgar and earthy of contemporary online novels, extremely primal and impactful.

It was the scene where the protagonist and the lead actress, mutually in love, do 'that thing' in a cornfield.

As required, Wang Xiaoqiang took off all his clothes.

Hee Saixue was left wearing only a red inner garment,

Wang Xiaoqiang was too engrossed in his role, and he had already been through the wringer in a myriad of romantic entanglements, his technique was extremely skilled, even the director inwardly praised Wang Xiaoqiang's acting prowess.

Those sounds, expressions, movements... were simply too perfect.

After filming this scene, Director Zhao immediately shouted 'Good,' and the crew members were also clapping and cheering. This explicit scene could totally outshine any movie that catered to audiences who loved sensual content.

However, this passionate scene really got Wang Xiaoqiang fired up, and after shooting, he went looking for Zheng Shuang.

A woman, once she has a first time, won't worry about a second time—that saying really isn't false. After becoming Wang Xiaoqiang's woman, Zheng Shuang started treating Wang Xiaoqiang as her own man. Although she was somewhat unhappy about Wang Xiaoqiang and Xia Guifang's official marriage, Wang Xiaoqiang really hadn't treated her poorly. He had even increased her share in the breeding farm by three layers, so now they were essentially in a sixty-forty partnership.

To women, money is secondary. They care more about a man's attitude towards them. Actually, Zheng Shuang still liked Wang Xiaoqiang, otherwise she wouldn't have waited until now. In the end, she still committed herself to Wang Xiaoqiang for life.

Zheng Shuang saw that Xia Guifang had moved to Shenzhen and became even more unrestrained. As soon as Wang Xiaoqiang entered her office, she leaped into his arms.

"Hey, let's go have fun in the cornfield." The thought of the scene with Hee Saixue made Wang Xiaoqiang's heart long for the cornfields.

"The cornfield? It's so dirty..." Zheng Shuang frowned.

"We could take a mat with us."

"It would be troublesome if someone saw us," she said.

"We can choose a spot that's farther away, where even if someone saw us, they wouldn't recognize us."

"Alright then." Zheng Shuang snuggled up to Wang Xiaoqiang like a little bird clinging to a person. At the factory, she was a formidable and capable woman, the boss, but by Wang Xiaoqiang's side, she became a foolish little woman, letting him make all the arrangements.

So, the two took a mat, got into the car, and headed for the fields.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the sky was clean and azure blue. Looking across the roadsides, the corn was lush touching the sky, the grains glistening golden, the green trees adorned the hills, and the autumn breeze brought coolness. It was the season of harvest, a chapter brimming with rich content, a play about to unfold its splendor, a thread of indifference maturing into sentiment... At the junction of summer and autumn, shedding the intense heat and boldness of summer days, far from the city's restlessness and noise, nature presented the most poetic and exquisite tableau of the four seasons, a world of tranquility, peace, and enchanting atmosphere...

The forests of Bomi were dense, with plenty of rainfall, swift rivers, vast green farmlands, and villages scattered like stars in the sky, all composing a magnificent plateau scenery like an oil painting. One could stop and go along the way, fully embracing the beauty nature has bestowed.

In late summer and early autumn, the sky is a clean azure blue, and stretching out on both sides of the road, the cornfields merge with the heavens, the soy ripens into golden yellow, the green trees drape over the hillsides, and the autumn breeze brings a fresh coolness. It's a season where fruits await harvest, a chapter filled with rich implications, a script about to unfold its splendor, a touch of increasingly mature detachment...

As summer gives way to autumn, shedding the scorching heat and intensity of summer days, distanced from the restlessness and clamor of the city, nature presents its most poetically exquisite scenes of the year, with an atmosphere of serenity, auspiciousness, and enchantment between heaven and earth...

Bomi is rich in dense forests with ample rainfall. The rushing rivers, vast green fields, and scattered villages combine to form a spectacular highland landscape akin to an oil painting. One can meander and stop as they please, fully embracing the beauty bestowed by nature.

Nearby Basong Lake in Nyingchi is blanketed in mesmerizing colors from the lakeshore to the mountain ridges during this season. It's a perfect spot for photography. However, due to the dense woods along the lake, one must climb up the mountain forests behind to have a chance to capture an overview of the small island at the center of the lake. Nestled in the mountain hollows are numerous crystal-clear lakes and streams, where only birdsong, insect chirps, and rooster crows can be heard—free of any clamor or an ounce of pollution. Passing through the verdant bamboo groves and entering the heart of Changle Forest Farm, one finds lush and colorfully stained trees. As far as the eye can see, intoxicating maple leaves shimmer in the wind, golden ginkgos stand tall beside the ponds, and straight lines of brilliant red dawn redwoods carve long avenues, a feast for the eyes. Amidst the rustling autumn breeze, a thick layer of fallen leaves carpets the shaded path, creaking underfoot, leaving the world seemingly embraced in a solitary silence, as if time stands still.

Upon waking, the drowsy sun shyly flickers with a light that no longer seems so harsh or scorching. It's only upon a sudden glance back that one realizes summer is quietly drawing to a close. A hint of autumn's chill hits the face, instinctively causing one to shiver—oh, autumn has arrived. Standing by the window, silently, eyes closed, facing upwards towards the sky, one basks in the solitary sunshine, which filters through the rustling leaves, gleaming on the windowpane and warming the face, making one wish to remain frozen in that moment forever.

With a swish, a leaf grazes the cheek, and it's only then one notices in the distance: the leaves have turned yellow. Branches sway in the air, shedding their yellow leaves that twirl gracefully to the ground, still holding onto summer's reluctance. They land on houses, on grass, and everywhere one looks is touched with hues of yellow. In the fields, bountiful harvests reveal people's joy of abundance. All this unfolds unnoticed... unable to contain the inner thrill, I sling on a backpack, mount a bicycle, and grasp the tail end of happiness, immersing in the fleeting eternity brought by the transition from summer to autumn.

Swish, a leaf brushes across the face, revealing the yellow leaves in the distance that swivel on branches in the sky, shedding and fluttering down, their light dance seemingly holding onto summer's reluctance. They settle on houses, on the grass, and as one surveys the landscape, it's suffused with yellow ripples. The fields are laden with fruit, displaying the joyous exuberance of the harvest. Everything happens so subtly... unable to suppress the elation in the heart, I put on a backpack, hop onto a bicycle, and chase after the tail end of bliss, to soak in the momentary eternity that late summer and early autumn provide.

The two admired the roadside scenery, but Wang Xiaoqiang chose a cornfield, picking the scene he was most familiar with. At this moment, the corn stalks had grown tall, though not yet bearing cobs, appearing a lush green, like jade radiating a breath of freshness. Wang Xiaoqiang stopped the bike and helped Zheng Shuang off, picking a spot in the cornfield where the plants were sparser. He laid out a small mat, and then using Metal Element Spiritual Energy, he eradicated all the little insects around,

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