Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1786 - 1789: Ancestral Chinese Doctor—Specialist in Curing All Kinds of Bragging

After a long while, under the glow of the sunrise, the beautiful actress Song Weiyin, her face flushed like a red apple, nestled like a little bird in Shen Qiang's arms. Her lovely eyes gazed shyly at the rising sun, and she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."Shen Qiang smiled and gently brushed aside her long hair by her ear. Her fair neck appeared under the sunrise, looking as flawless as white jade, as if shaming frost and snow.

"Are you talking about the sun or the kiss?"

Song Weiyin's pretty face instantly turned crimson. Filled with embarrassment and urgency, she playfully retorted in a slightly rebellious manner, "Of course, it's the sunrise. Unlike you, with such a complicated mind."

Shen Qiang's eyes crinkled with laughter: "Oh? Are you sure you know what's in my mind? Why don't you dive into my heart and take a look? Then I'll feed you so much delicious food that you'll get chubby, get stuck in my heart, and never leave."

Hearing this, Song Weiyin let out a giggle, her lovely eyes filled with affection as she playfully chided, "I definitely don't want to become a chubby person."

Shen Qiang chuckled and turned his head. Because he was standing relatively high, Shen Qiang clearly saw that many people had gathered outside the park, which instantly made him alert.

Song Weiyin, who had just found the feeling of rebellion, perhaps greatly wished to continue standing here with Shen Qiang, to watch the sunrise, the Forbidden City, the clouds and mist at the horizon, and enjoy sweet love. However, once the park gates open and people pour in, Shen Qiang and Song Weiyin will undoubtedly become targets for their cameras.

Shen Qiang didn't care; as a private business owner, at most, he'd be yelled at as a playboy. But for Song Weiyin, it was different.

In her industry and her position, any slight disturbance quickly becomes big news. If the two get photographed here, it would greatly affect Song Weiyin.

After all, the previous so-called rumors were mere speculation. Even when Shen Qiang was in Song Weiyin's RV, the excuse of rehearsing lines could shut everyone's mouth because it was on set, but it wouldn't work here, a man and a woman arriving here at dawn.

Ticket dodging, entering against the rules, standing on trees hugging and enjoying the scene—if they claim there's nothing between them, who would believe it?

Thinking of this, despite being a bit reluctant to part with Song Weiyin's soft warmth and fragrance, Shen Qiang still embraced her fragrant shoulders and whispered, "There are more people outside now, we have to go. Besides, the film crew is waiting for us in the store."

Song Weiyin was taken aback by his words; her beautiful eyes showed a hint of disappointment. After hesitating for a moment, she pouted adorably and pleaded, "Let me lean on you for five more minutes. Then we'll leave."

Shen Qiang smiled, hugged her shoulder tightly, and said, "No problem."

Here, Shen Qiang and Song Weiyin were lost in the tender moments.

On the other side, in Datong River Beijing store.

The yawning moustachioed director handed a mug to a film crew member and said, "Go to the kitchen and ask the chef to brew me some tea."

The equally listless young man responded and drifted towards the kitchen.

Once he left.

A youth slumped in a nearby chair, resting his head on the chair back, arms folded, squinting, looking like he hadn't awoken fully, muttered, "Bro, working with you is exhausting. You promised six-thirty, yet you dragged us here at five-thirty. Can we even survive?"

The moustachioed director raised an eyebrow with a cold expression: "Where's your whining from? Producer Yu has taken good care of us. Oh, and when he asked for a favor for a friend, he handed the work to us, and we came. The boss arranged meals, hotels, even gave us cigarettes, yet you are sleeping and ignoring this. Does it do justice to them?"

"Even a tiger slumbers!" The youth on the chair grumbled, still not opening his eyes, "Besides, isn't it obvious this film can't be shot? Song Weiyin can't play rebellious, this news pinged all night on my phone."

"Ha, that old crook and his gang made tons of jokes. The funniest one was the news about the store owner, saying this restaurant's owner is an old Chinese doctor, who can even treat an actor's inability to perform. I couldn't sleep for two hours from laughing."

Upon hearing this, the moustachioed director was dumbfounded and then furiously shouted: "Who said this? I've reminded you countless times, keep film crew affairs confidential. You gossip like this, actors won't work with us again. What's the point then?"

The sleepy youth grumbled: "Why worry, bro? Whether the crew hires us or not has nothing to do with actors. Anyway, with so many entertainment reporters trailing alone last night, I'm guessing, they've live-streamed everything. What we say can't outshine them?"

The moustachioed director replied unhappily, "Regardless of how others handle it, we don't interfere, but you shouldn't talk nonsense."

The youth in the seat mumbled weakly without looking at him: "Okay, okay, stop nagging, once it's six-thirty and Song Weiyin arrives, we make a few gestures, and then we're off."

"Exactly, Song Weiyin, I always thought she's impressive, her acting truly remarkable. But now I realize her acting range isn't wide, she's just great at portraying youthful girls, but rebellious roles, not so much. I doubt she can play other characters."

"Many have become famous playing a single type of role. Isn't Stephen Chow incredible? He played one type of role and still made it big." The moustachioed director said, "Everyone has their weaknesses. You can't dismiss someone's strengths over minor issues. Get your spirits up, do your best to shoot, as professionals, even if your skills fall short, maintain a professional attitude."

The sleepy youth laughed: "What's the point? Anyway, it can't be shot unless you plan to wing it."

The moustachioed director frowned.

A nearby youth who had spoken earlier chuckled: "Director Wang is right, our attitude should be professional. Besides, didn't they say, Song Weiyin can't play rebellious, there's someone treating this issue? Perhaps, with that Shen guy's acupuncture, her ailment of not being able to play rebellious roles is cured. If she performs well and you don't capture it correctly, won't we end up in a bad spot?"

Upon hearing this, the drowsy youth laughed, openly stating: "No use, Song Weiyin simply can't manage rebellious roles! That old Chinese doctor, even if he gives one shot, a hundred shots, a million shots, he can't cure her acting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qiang returned to the Beijing store with Song Weiyin, overhearing those words, Shen Qiang smiled, stepped closer to him, and said sternly: "Friend, as a hereditary old Chinese doctor, not only can I treat Song Weiyin's inability to play rebellious roles, but also specialize in curing all forms of boasting. Get up, time to work! Then you'll open your eyes wide and witness how powerful Song Weiyin becomes once cured of not being able to play rebellious roles and say no more."