Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1761 - 1764: Making the Queen of the Silver Screen Cry with Rage on His Entrance

As Shen Qiang was getting ready, the walkie-talkie of Song Weiyin's assistant in the nanny van rang: "All actors are in position, please bring the leading actress to the set."Dressed in ancient costume, Song Weiyin, with her stunning beauty and extraordinary aura of a cultivator, confidently stood up, her millennium-encountered beauty leaving everyone in awe.

After a brief communication, the short film began shooting. Under the lighting control, a bright moon hung high, and the elegant beauty Song Weiyin, as arranged in the script, made her entrance with a young maid. Her flowing garments made her appear like a fairy from a painting. As soon as she appeared, her stunning face and slightly melancholy expression made everyone present hold their breath involuntarily.

"She is truly too beautiful, beyond stunning!" the director exclaimed.

"A beauty encountered once in a millennium, how could her name be in vain? Because she is so beautiful, finding someone who can perform opposite her is exceedingly rare in the film industry. Alas, seeing this perfect scene, my only worry now is that our Chu Liuxiang might be so overwhelmed by her beauty that he forgets his lines. After all, this often happens during Song Weiyin's shoots," the director said.

"I hope our highly paid young talent delivers a good performance, or else we won't have anything to show the investors tomorrow," the producer remarked.

Meanwhile, a crew member said, "It's your turn to go on stage."

Hearing this, Shen Qiang immediately untied the wires and, moving with the speed of lightning, slowed down deliberately to fifteen times slower so the camera could capture him. Under the moonlight, he lightly and gracefully treaded across the treetops like a dragonfly touching the water.

There was no other way; this was a classic Wuxia movie trope. To keep up with the performance, Shen Qiang had to control himself and take it slow.

"I heard you have the White Jade Beauty, sculpted with delicate hands, surpassingly exquisite, and captively delightful. I shall come to fetch it under the moon tonight. You are refined and elegant, surely you won't let me return empty-handed."

Continuing to move elegantly across the treetops, Shen Qiang balanced patiently, bending the treetop to the brink of snapping, while lightly shaking a folding fan, speaking arrogantly with a smile:

Pa!

The director's big teacup fell to the ground. In amazement, he watched Shen Qiang stand there against the backdrop of the bright moon, his silhouette graceful as jade, his profile undeniably handsome, the smile full of arrogance, carefree yet inexplicably elegant, showcasing the rogue yet gentlemanly charm of Chu Liuxiang, suddenly exploded.

Overwhelmed with joy, the director exclaimed, "Good, fantastic!"

The producer's eyes lit up, amazed: "Perfect, this will do, this will do!"

"Awesome, a perfect profile kill!" The director clenched his fist in excitement.

But as they celebrated, they glanced at Song Weiyin, who rarely made mistakes during filming, only to find her wide-eyed in surprise, staring at Shen Qiang stood on a treetop, causing the three of them to feel a pang in their hearts.

"This Chu Liuxiang is incredible! He's stunned Song Weiyin!"

"Trouble, did Song Weiyin forget her lines in surprise?"

"My goodness, it's always her co-stars who forget their lines, and now it's her turn? But it's understandable; this Chu Liuxiang is extraordinary, overflowing with masculinity, stellar acting, a perfect profile, charm off the charts. My God, imagine if he played a cold, handsome CEO in a modern drama; how many female fans would scream?"

In their moment of shock...

An even more explosive scene unfolded.

The elegant and unmatchable Song Weiyin paused for a moment, her beautiful face suddenly turning cold, then became furious, shouting angrily, "You are Chu Liuxiang? How dare you, you shameless scoundrel!"

Her face was filled with anger, and the director, producer, and director felt a weight lift off their hearts.

"Oh no, Song Weiyin is out of character, getting her lines wrong."

"Sigh, let's prepare to shoot again."

But just as the director reached out to call for a stop, the director's eyes lit up, saying, "Don't interrupt them, let them continue."

In an instant, the director and producer were taken aback.

At this moment, an unexpected scene occurred, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Shen Qiang, standing on the treetop, looked handsome and graceful, his smile playful and confident: "Yes, you didn't see wrong, it's me. Surprised? Unexpected?"

"Surprised?" Song Weiyin's frosty face was full of anger: "I was frightened!"

Hearing this, looking at Shen Qiang's cheeky and smug smile, the director, producer, and director exchanged a glance, and not only did they all show delighted smiles, their eyes shared a moment of understanding.

"These lines definitely tell a story!"

"Seems interesting, indeed."

"These two must have a personal connection."

The three of them smiled brightly, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. The nearby staff, originally expecting a reshoot, saw the three of them looking like they were about to watch a good show and held their tongues, continuing filming.

Looking at Song Weiyin, with frosty beauty and glaring at him as if accusing the scoundrel of disturbing her shoot, Shen Qiang became even more delighted and, quoting Chu Liuxiang's classic lines, said, "If you smile more often, you'll find that many people in the world aren't as hateful as you think!"

Hearing Chu Liuxiang's lines being used to tease her, Song Weiyin became furious: "How dare you! Don't force me to kill you!"

Shen Qiang's eyes squinted with laughter, smiling lightly, continuing to use Chu Liuxiang's classic lines to taunt Song Weiyin: "If a strange woman barges into my cabin, sits in my chair, drinks my wine, I often throw them into the sea, especially if she thinks she's pretty but isn't."

At these words, Song Weiyin was so angry she was about to cry, her eyes red with tears, she summoned a short sword as graceful as herself, shining with a cold sheen, angrily shouting: "Don't force me to kill you."

Shen Qiang laughed, teasingly and calmly: "Can you do it?"

In an instant, everyone present felt a bone-chilling cold radiating from Song Weiyin, not to mention, they all watched in awe as Song Weiyin, with her hair fluttering without wind, exuding an ethereal aura, the powerful presence she projected made those present want to worship her even more.

"You scoundrel, go to hell!" With Song Weiyin's words, she lept forward, her short sword erupted in a gleaming cold light, like a streak of lightning aimed straight at Shen Qiang's throat.

"Beautiful!" the director exclaimed with joy.

The producer was astounded: "Such a beautiful Song Weiyin, such a lovely movement, completely devoid of the stiffness caused by wires."

"Excellent! Although this visual style and content don't quite align with the previous script, it's better, more intense, simply perfect!" The director's eyes shone brightly.