Chapter 50: Heavenly Immortal: Who is the Real Parent?

“Miss Liu!”

Xiao Qin, a round-faced and endearing girl, approached Liu Yifei and Liu Xiaoli with her cell phone in hand.

“I saw A-Yang fitting in quite well at the set today. Did anything happen in the afternoon?” Liu Yifei, without beating around the bush, voiced her curiosity directly.

“Oh, yes!” Adoration flickered across Xiao Qin’s face as she excitedly began narrating like a cheerful little bird: “This afternoon was Mr. Deng Zhao’s scene time, just like yesterday…”

Xiao Qin recounted her observations and experiences of the afternoon, then offered her phone to Liu Yifei. “Miss Liu, I even recorded some footage.”

Liu Yifei exchanged glances with Liu Xiaoli, both reading the surprise reflected in each other’s eyes.

In truth, Liu Yifei had witnessed Zhang Yang’s martial arts before, but she never expected it to be this impressive.

“Mom, let’s watch together.” Liu Yifei clicked open the video, sharing the screen with Liu Xiaoli.

As the personal assistant Liu Yifei had stationed at the set to look after Zhang Yang, Xiao Qin had been standing beside Nazha throughout the afternoon. Her recorded video provided a comprehensive view from an excellent angle.

The mother and daughter quickly finished watching, and Liu Xiaoli couldn’t help but exclaim with admiration, “Xiao Yang’s skills are truly remarkable.”

Having accompanied Liu Yifei on set over the years, she was familiar with action scenes and possessed a discerning eye for such performances.

“It seems I underestimated him,” Liu Yifei mused, now grasping why Zhang Yang had managed to fit in with the crew so well.

“Ah~” Liu Yifei handed the phone back to Xiao Qin and wrapped her arms around Liu Xiaoli, joking, “If I’d known this was going to happen, I would’ve waited until after my IV and dinner to come back. Someone might think I’m here just to mooch free meals from the set.”

These words were clearly self-deprecating humor.

“Oh, you,” Liu Xiaoli chuckled, playfully tapping Liu Yifei’s forehead.

Meanwhile, Nazha and Zhang Yang sat together, eating their boxed lunches.

She kept glancing in Liu Yifei’s direction, finally unable to resist asking, “Brother Yang, aren’t you going to go find Sister Yifei?”

Whoa, even a straight man could sense that vinegar-stank of jealousy, Zhang Yang thought.

“Go where?” Zhang Yang shook his head, expression calm. “There needs to be a sense of propriety and boundaries between men and women. Especially since I’m a celebrity—constantly hanging around a female celebrity could give the wrong impression.”

Nazha’s eyes lit up as she picked up her chicken leg and placed it in Zhang Yang’s bowl. “But earlier today, didn’t you go looking for her the moment you arrived?”

Good answer, reward of a chicken leg.

Sense of boundaries, huh? Well, there’s none between me and you, got it?

Unhesitating, Zhang Yang picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, his expression indifferent. “It was just a coincidence this morning, right? It’s not like I’d hide medicine I have from someone who needs it.”

“Even without all that, I’d probably still want to find Yi Fei-jie first.”

Nazha’s smug grin froze. “And you’re the one talking about boundaries?”

“The lesson I taught you on the set of Pride and Prejudice Empress, you haven’t taken a single word to heart, have you?” Zhang Yang grumbled. “When you join a new production, you’re in unfamiliar territory. You need to be cautious, but things are different when you have connections.

“Yi Fei-jie is a valuable contact I already have established—and she’s also a significant actress in this production. Showing off our relationship could prevent some potential troubles down the line. Just look at what Xiao Qin told us.”

“It’s different now. I’ve already proven myself this afternoon. Both Di Di Ge and Director Chen think highly of me, and even my Brother Chao trusts me. What do I have to fear?”

Nazha nodded thoughtfully, his smile slowly returning.

In other words, Zhang Yang is just using Liu Yifei—that’s fine by me.

“There are some things you need to learn and think about carefully. Don’t let someone sell you out and then help them count the money. Cai Yining is a pro at that sort of thing—keep an eye out.” Zhang Yang trash-talked Cai Yining as usual.

Don’t ask; if you had to ask, it’s just an employee grumbling about their ruthless capitalist boss.

“Get yourself together. I’ll go over and say hello.”

Zhang Yang placed the now-empty takeout box on the table and strolled over to where Liu Xiaoli and Liu Yifei were sitting.

Nazha stood dumbfounded, utterly perplexed.

I’ve been sold down the river, and you’re counting my money!

“Aunt Liu, is Yifei-jie doing alright?” Zhang Yang sat down next to Liu Xiaoli.

“Why didn’t you ask me directly?” Liu Yifei, pretending to be poised, crumbled instantly on the set.

“Back at the production, you bullied me all the time,” Zhang Yang said matter-of-factly. “Our relationship isn’t that great. I’m closer to you, Aunt Liu. I only care about you because you’re Aunt Liu’s daughter, not because of you.”

Liu Xiaoli couldn’t hold back a giggle—Zhang Yang’s words were quite amusing.

No guy’s ever talked to Liu Yifei like this before her face.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Liu Yifei rolled her eyes.

“Watch your image,” Liu Xiaoli reminded her.

Liu Yifei fell silent.

Zhang Yang wore a deliberately provocative smile as he said, “Aunt Liu, I really miss your fried pot roast and sausage. Can you make me some?”

Liu Xiaoli, being from Harbin, was indeed skilled at local specialties.

“Hey, that’s my mom!” Liu Yifei protested.

“It’s Yifei-jie’s mom, but not my ‘Aunt Liu’ too?” Zhang Yang retorted with a pointed look at Liu Xiaoli, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Liu Xiaoli felt utterly incapable of refusing, even slightly!

“Alright, I’ll have someone buy the ingredients. I’ll cook for you tomorrow.” Liu Xiaoli gave in without hesitation.

Whether it was providing initial medical supplies or later suggesting she go to the hospital, Zhang Yang had genuinely been of real help to Liu Yifei. As a mother, what was the big deal about making a simple meal for him?

Besides, Zhang Yang was still the younger man she’d always quite liked.

Pang Long was also aware of this, which is why he felt “safe” in being impudent.

“Mom?” Liu Yifei turned her gaze towards Liu Xiaoli.

She wanted to eat something, but Liu Xiaoli wouldn’t even concede to cooking a meal, instead opting to lecture her with a myriad of excuses.

Just who is the real parent here?!

Liu Yifei brimmed with resentment, but she held her tongue, their conversation interrupted by the arrival of Chen Jia Shang from the production team.

He first inquired about her injury, ensuring that while she couldn’t immediately resume filming, her condition required rest and recovery. He then instructed Gu Xianzhao, “For tonight’s scene, design some lighter movements for Yifei and increase the workload for Deng Zhao—no, I should say, for A-Yang.”

The evening’s shoot involved the same sequence that had led to Deng Zhao’s injury a few days prior.

In truth, Chen Jia Shang didn’t want to rush things, but their filming permit at the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival park was nearing its end, with a new production team set to arrive shortly.

If they couldn’t resolve their issues within the next few days, Chen Jia Shang announced that the crew would have to move on to Xiangshan Film City for filming. They wouldn’t return to Hengdian until late May.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xianzhao didn’t immediately reply. Instead, he turned to Zhang Yang and asked, “Yangzi, you’re familiar with flying cats, right?”

“I’ve researched them before,” Zhang Yang responded, his expression turning serious.

A “flying cat” was essentially a high-altitude suspended cable camera system, first used during the live broadcast of the 2008 Olympics. Its application in filming required great skill, as did the actors’ performances.

However, knowing Zhang Yang’s future interest in drone photography, it was natural for him to master flying cat technology as well.

“We’ll be using the flying cat for tonight’s scenes,” Gu Xianzhao said, his tone open to discussion. “Any suggestions on how to enhance Yifei’s action shots?”

At these words, Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Yifei and smiled. “Since Yifei-jie’s character, Wuqing, is already wheelchair-bound, her current performance fits the role even more perfectly. Designing her movements should be quite straightforward.”

Liu Yifei: ?