Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1783 - 1786: An Old Chinese Doctor Can Cure Poor Acting

Laughing as he watched the convenience store owner chase his employee with a baseball bat for tens of meters, Song Weiyin's eyes curved into crescents, her smile so radiant that Shen Qiang furrowed his brow."You're being excessive!" Shen Qiang said, "That young guy just came to work at the convenience store; he's already working the night shift which is exhausting. Yet his boss also makes him wash cars, which is outright exploitation. His rebellion is justifiable, and if you don't help him, fine—but you snitch on him?"

"Yes, I did snitch, so what?" The stunning Song Weiyin laughed charmingly, "I might not fully understand what rebellion is, but at the very least, I wanted to do it, and I did it. It feels quite refreshing, I'm so happy!"

Shen Qiang was taken aback, frowning as he looked at Song Weiyin for a while, saying, "Rebellion isn't the same as snitching, do you understand?"

Song Weiyin was surprised and laughed, "Why are you so stubborn? You're the one who told me to do what I want, so I made the call. Sure, he's having a hard time, but he's earning his boss's money. If he doesn't like the job, he can quit; there's no need to deliberately damage someone's car. Plus, this is right by the street; doing such a thing without any psychological pressure, shouldn't he be punished?"

Hearing this, Shen Qiang helplessly shook his head, "Suddenly, I think you make a good quiet beauty."

The car started, Shen Qiang glanced at his watch, saying, "We have two hours and twenty minutes left. Next, I think we should..."

"Watch the sunrise!" Song Weiyin suddenly interrupted Shen Qiang with a playful laugh, "I've always wanted to see the sunrise, but grandma and the company never allowed it. They gave me a strict schedule: bed at nine-thirty, lights out at ten, wake at six-thirty, breakfast at seven. I don't even know what a sunrise looks like."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qiang chuckled, "Alright, we'll go to the revolving restaurant; you can have breakfast there and see the sunrise."

"I don't want to go there." Song Weiyin frowned, then mischievously smiled, "Let's go to Jing Mountain."

Shen Qiang frowned, thought for a moment, then said, "Are you crazy? The two of us, before dawn, alone on Jing Mountain to see the sunrise. And it's the end of April—about to be the May 1st holiday—there will be tons of tourists from all over, all with their phones, cameras, even camcorders. Don't you think we have enough trouble already?"

"Do you think the headlines aren't enough? Trust me, don't go there; we'll be found out and it'll be a hassle." Shen Qiang patiently advised.

Song Weiyin smiled, eyes curved with a willful charm, "I don't care, I just want to go to Jing Mountain for the sunrise and to see the Forbidden City. If you don't take me, I won't do the commercial shoot."

Shen Qiang frowned, looking at her for a long while, saying, "That's willful, which is different from rebellion."

Song Weiyin laughed playfully, "Whatever, I just want to go to Jing Mountain to see the sunrise right now, if you don't take me, I'll go by myself."

Shen Qiang was speechless at her words.

"Let's go!" Song Weiyin chided coquettishly, then added, "Or I'll just leave on my own."

Shen Qiang laughed and then started driving, his mood inexplicably brightened because Song Weiyin indeed resembled Qingxuan—so beautiful, extremely attractive, holding an unshakable position in the film industry. But precisely because of this, at many times, she had a kind of aloofness, a slightly selfish yet incomprehensible vibe, almost non-human.

But now, her sudden, willful snitching might not align with goodness or gentleness, yet strangely added a touch of humanity—willful, self-centered, stepping on others' nightmares with a smile.

Moreover, what concerned Shen Qiang was that willfulness wasn't rebellion, but closely intertwined with it.

Perhaps, if things developed this way, she might indeed grasp that feeling of rebellion, and if so, the Datong River commercial won't be a problem. Following that, Shen Qiang could fully concentrate on attending the Elixir Pills conference in Medicine King Valley.

The car cruised through pre-dawn Beijing, Song Weiyin happily humming in the passenger seat.

The tune was rough, and Shen Qiang vaguely heard lyrics about abandoning all rules.

This made Shen Qiang feel like laughing.

As an actress, Song Weiyin was undoubtedly perfect, but as for singing...

Well, Shen Qiang wouldn't point out how every line she hummed while wearing headphones was completely off-key.

Even Shen Qiang, someone who had never learned to sing, could outdo her by three streets. But it cannot be denied that her off-key humming now seemed quite cute, inexplicably self-entertained, and relaxed.

Not an actress, not a big star, nothing else—just a twenty-three-year-old girl whimsically being willful. Perhaps at this moment, she completely forgot about image, demeanor, and all those rules that constantly bind her.

Proud, free, not caring what others think, indifferent to whether Shen Qiang would laugh at her singing.

In the enclosed space, a faintly pleasant scent mingled with Song Weiyin's off-key singing.

For Heshenghe, and for himself, Shen Qiang's busy face showed a faint smile, his mood seemed as relaxed as the early morning streets, seriously thinking that he hadn't strolled around this easily in a very long time.

Seeing Shen Qiang's smile, Song Weiyin suddenly chuckled while humming. After hesitating briefly, she removed a headphone from her right ear with her slender snow-white fingers and inserted it into Shen Qiang's right ear, keeping it in place with a hand while laughing playfully.

"You have to listen!"

Her enchanting smile was as glorious as spring flowers.

Meanwhile, gossip about Song Weiyin's inability to play rebellious roles had just broken a few hours ago. Shen Qiang's public information was already thoroughly scrutinized by Song Weiyin's fans and entertainment reporters following the matter.

"Haha, this is hilarious, Shen Qiang is completely an outsider in the film industry. He's a doctor, runs a pharmaceutical company, a private entrepreneur; his medical skills are reportedly good, but I don't buy it—can a doctor cure bad acting?"

"He's a pretentious guy. I don't know about his medical skills, but in the entertainment industry, Shen Qiang is nothing, and he's supposed to teach Song Weiyin? Ridiculous, just wait for the show; once the morning users see this, it's going to explode."

"Yeah, yeah, I already thought of the news title, just call it 'The Overambitious Little Doctor'. What do you guys think?"