Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

"Director! What about the celebration dinner!? Will you treat us back in Beijing?" cried a minor female actress.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, it’ll be on me" the director repeated himself a couple times. The hyped up people on the set laughed and cheered. Quite a few of them even cried, "Thank you director!"

As it was a historical movie, Qiao Anhao’s make up was a little complicated and the steps to remove it were troublesome. After she finished with taking it all off, there were only a few members of the crew left on set.

When she came out of the make up room, two people were collecting the rubbish from the floor. When they saw her, the two of them kindly greeted her, "Hello Miss Qiao!"

Qiao Anhao gave them a gentle smile, and replied with a "Hey", then walked back to where she and Zhao Meng were staying.

The filming location was Jiangxi. As usual, they were staying in a constructed temporary house. Yesterday, her period had come, and so her body was already a little weak. Today, she filmed for the whole day, which left her completely exhausted.

As soon as she went back to the house, she immediately laid down on the metal frame bed. It was deep in the winter period, and so the weather was incredibly cold. The house didn’t have heating, which made it colder even than the outside. Qiao Anhao used two layers of duvet to force herself to warm up, but nothing seemed to be able to warm her feet. In the end, all she could do was withstand the icy cold.

The thought of when she was previously on her period involuntarily popped into her mind. It was the middle of the night, and she had ran out of Mian Xiu Garden to buy sanitary towels when she coincidentally bumped into Lu Jinnian. Because he was worried she might be in danger, he accompanied her by walking quite a distance to the shop. That night, he even left a hand warmer and ginger in front of her door.

The rims of Qiao Anhao’s eyes couldn’t help but heat up, and she instinctively hid her head in the covers.

Four months had passed in the blink of an eye. In these four months, she spent all her time looking for him, but the world was so big and the seas were so vast, if someone wanted to hide from another, it was easy.

Zhao Meng wanted to originally ask what Qiao Anhao wanted her to bring over to eat that evening, but she knew that if she asked, there wouldn’t be a reply for ages. She then walked over to the beside, as though she had a feeling about something, and ripped away the covers.

As she expected, she saw Qiao Anhao with slightly red eyes and couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh. She reached her hand out and helped her wipe the tears away. "Thinking about Mr. Lu again?"

Qiao Anhao lowered her eyelids and didn’t say a thing, two crystal balls of tears hanging from her long eyelashes.

"Did you call Mr. Lu’s assistant today?"

Qiao Anhao shut her eyes and gave a gentle nod. "Yeah."

"Mr. Lu still hasn’t contacted him?" As Zhao Meng asked this question, she saw the expression on Qiao Anhao’s face and knew the answer. After a long sigh, she said, "Say... it’s already been four months now. Where do you think Mr. Lu is?"

Qiao Anhao didn’t say a word.

The house was silent. After a while, Zhao Meng opened her mouth to ask, "Qiao Qiao, if you can’t find Mr. Lu in your whole life, what will you do? Don’t tell me you’ll continue on like this, looking for him?!"

"Uh huh," replied Qiao Anhao in a very soft voice, but with hints of determination and persistence. "I’ll continue the search. If it takes one day, then I’ll look for a day, and if takes my whole lifetime, then so be it. No matter what, this time, I won’t give up."

Zhao Meng looked at Qiao Anhao with only pain in her heart. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but every time, her words seemed overly saddening.