Xia Xianning, seemingly unaware of his shocking statement, told Yue Ling to “get to work” and then leisurely left the room. Inexplicably, Yue Ling saw a hint of smugness in his usually upright back.
She felt she might need to check her eyes. Looking at the large crack on the floor and the equally shocked Gai Xiao, she laughed dryly: “Director Gai, let’s go.”
Xia Xianning had entered the special investigation unit at night.
Stepping out, he found it was now bright daylight, golden sunlight flooding the corridor. He shielded his eyes, pulled out his phone to dial, and discovered an unread text message.
Shixiong: “Xian Ning, after the shooting ends, I want to go home and look up something. Since the special investigation unit is free, I invite you to come along. Also, I’m hungry, so come and support me.”
Xia Xian Ning saw this name and smiled. His curved eyebrows and eyes were gilded with golden edges under the sunlight. His hand unconsciously caressed the words “Shixiong” on the screen, and after thinking for a moment, he quietly changed Luo Ying Bai’s note to “Ying Bai”.
Before he was Shixiong, now he was more than just Shixiong.
Xia Xian Ning felt satisfied with this thought, went out to buy some food, and drove to the film set.
“Yan Chi Xiao Hong Qiao” had many characters, and the plot revolved around the female lead. After several scenes were shot, Yue Huan, who had appeared yesterday, had not shown up again. Even Luo Ying Bai, who was usually patient, couldn’t help but feel anxious.
If Yue Huan could continue to cause trouble, it would be better. The most annoying thing was appearing briefly and then hiding.
Now that they had the Buddha amulet and shrine, Yue Huan seemed completely unaffected, indicating he had completely detached and existed as an independent mental entity. To catch him, they would need to approach from a different angle.
This was also why Luo Ying Bai wanted to go home and check books. Seeing Xia Xian Ning’s reply, he knew he was coming soon and felt somewhat reassured.
Just then, Luo Ying Bai keenly sensed a gaze seemingly watching him. He suddenly looked up, meeting Wen Qian Qian’s complex eyes.
Their eyes met, both somewhat surprised. Wen Qian Qian hadn’t expected him to suddenly look up, while Luo Ying Bai was curious about why she was looking at him this way.
Regarding this person, although they had a small unpleasant incident before, conflicts were inevitable in the same film crew. From Luo Ying Bai’s perspective, she indeed had a spoiled and domineering personality, but she didn’t seem to have bad intentions. He couldn’t understand her current expression.
Not moving his gaze would be impolite, so Luo Ying Bai nodded at her without saying anything. Wen Qian Qian, however, looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.
A sudden commotion came from outside.
They speculated whether fans were trying to visit the set or if a reporter had sneaked in.
However, moments later, a thin, tall man in his thirties entered, warning everyone in the tent: “Get up, stop being lazy. The investors are coming.”
He immediately changed his expression and smiled at Wen Qian Qian: “Miss Qian, Mr. Feng is here to visit you.”
Wen Qianqian hadn’t yet realized that the war drums were beating. Recalling Luo Yingbai’s fall from yesterday, she felt her face burning hot, and whispered, “Don’t talk about this…”
Feng Zhengyang said nothing, but Luo Yingbai had already walked over. He smiled lightly, “Mr. Feng, right? The person you were talking about might be me. I was the one who fell, so is there anything else?”
Feng Zhengyang looked him up and down, asking Wen Qianqian, “Is it him?”
Wen Qianqian fidgeted with the corner of her clothes, saying nothing.
Her agent spoke up, “Mr. Feng, it’s him, Luo Yingbai. When Qian fell from the horse, he caught her momentarily. I was actually grateful at first, but then he suddenly let go. Isn’t this deliberately playing with someone?”
Feng Zhengyang sneered, “Before playing around, didn’t you look carefully at who you’re dealing with?”
Do you know who I am? My Qianqian is not someone you can offend. If you don’t give me an explanation today, we’re not done…”
Actually, Feng Zhengyang was usually low-key and modest. This time, going against his nature, his words were aimed at provoking Luo Yingbai, hoping to force him to reveal the name of his financial backer.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Junyi suddenly intervened.
Zhou Junyi said, “Mr. Feng, this was actually my fault. I was too immersed in the scene and didn’t notice that Qianqian’s horse was unstable, causing her to fall. With such a strong impact when landing, it’s normal not to catch her.”
Feng Zhengyang hadn’t expected him to defend Luo Yingbai. Zhou Junyi’s status was too high and even Feng Zhengyang couldn’t directly argue with him.
He looked at Zhou Junyi, his expression softening slightly, “I know accidents are unavoidable. You’re too kind, Teacher Zhou. I wouldn’t blame you, but I can’t tolerate someone deliberately causing trouble.”
Luo Yingbai laughed, “Mr. Feng, aren’t you talking about yourself?”
Feng Zhengyang frowned, “What did you say?”
Luo Yingbai sighed, “I hate when people say ‘What did you say?’ to me. Didn’t you hear me the first time? Do you have hearing problems?”
Before Feng Zhengyang could get angry, he continued, “I’m not an actor, but a feng shui master hired by the crew. Since Mr. Feng insists on asking, I’ll do some charity and give you a free fortune reading.”
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Wen Qianqian’s agent finally found a chance to speak, mockingly saying, “Young man, your fortune-telling is fine as a pastime, but you can’t use it for business.”
Luo Yingbai ignored him, turning to Feng Zhengyang with a smile, “Mr. Feng, are you really not short of money? Your wealth palace is dim, with signs of financial loss. Frown lines indicate troubled times, and you have external debts.”
Even Wen Qianqian hadn’t heard a whisper about this, but when she looked at Feng Zhengyang, she saw his smile had frozen.
Feng Zhengyang’s expression change was so obvious that everyone present could tell Luo Yingbai’s words were likely true.
This was big news, especially since Feng Zhengyang was Wen Qianqian’s husband, someone everyone had always envied. The entertainment circle was now intensely curious about his financial status, and everyone exchanged shocked glances.
Luo Yingbai continued, “Your face suggests a chance of survival from a desperate situation, long-trapped but about to meet a benefactor. But whether this benefactor will help you is uncertain and depends on certain conditions. Your benefactor’s position is skewed, and your pursuit of fame and fortune is empty.”
Feng Zhengyang never expected his long-hidden secret would be exposed by Luo Yingbai.”
He didn’t know if it was a genuine reading or if Luo had inside information. His mind was in turmoil, trying to maintain his composure when a middle-aged woman suddenly rushed in.
She was Feng Zhengyang’s assistant, surnamed Jiang.
But this time, she entered hurriedly, looking flustered and anxious.
Before speaking to Feng Zhengyang, she saw Luo Yingbai and stepped back in shock.
Seeing her panicked state, Feng Zhengyang had a bad feeling. “What’s wrong?”
Assistant Jiang hesitated, glancing at Wen Qianqian.
Jiang forced a smile, then leaned close to Feng Zhengyang’s ear and whispered, “Boss, the latest news is that this Luo Yingbai, no, Young Master Luo, he… he is Luo Zhao’s biological son!”
Feng Zhengyang was stunned, blurting out, “What did you say?! Say that again!”
Though everyone was curious, Jiang’s voice was low, and no one heard her. Until Feng Zhengyang’s loud exclamation made everyone jump in surprise and look at him suspiciously.
