Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1735 - 1738: Song Weiyin's Crisis

In an instant, the stunning actress Song Weiyin's pretty face flushed red, then she exclaimed in disbelief, "What did you say?"The middle-aged female assistant laughed, "Grandma said, if you can make Shen Qiang fall in love with you and then get him to join the Abyss, you'll be free. But have you ever considered that if the sole goal is to force Shen Qiang into the Abyss, there might actually be better methods."

"For instance, coercing or cajoling, or even straightforwardly kidnapping people from Heshenghe, making it impossible for Shen Qiang not to join — that might be the way the Abyss prefers. But Grandma wants you to find a way to make Shen Qiang fall in love with you. So I think Grandma might also be trying to help you find a husband."

With her face instantly blushing, Song Weiyin, her eyes full of anticipation, coyly laughed, "Stop teasing, Sister Mei, how could that be possible."

"I don't think it's impossible at all. Cheng Xinyi and Wanxin Hesheng did it this way. After all, Shen Qiang is extraordinary. Although his cultivation is currently only at the Mixed Element Realm, he possesses strength that seems almost immortal-like."

"Moreover, since the appearance of cultivators, until now, only Shen Qiang is a King of Demons. And you shouldn't underestimate the three hundred demons of Heshenghe and Shen Qiang's ambition. You know, in direct confrontation right now, Heshenghe might not yet be a match for the top-notch sects and families. But if given time to develop, even those strong entities in the Abyss wouldn't dare easily move against him."

Listening to these words, Song Weiyin's face blushing, she smiled charmingly, reserved, and said, "That's true, but this Shen Qiang is so rude..."

"Don't like it?" The middle-aged female assistant laughed with squinted eyes, "Do you like those men who send you flowers every day and act for you?"

Song Weiyin, a little shy, looked at the ceiling and said, "At least those people know how to coax me, how to indulge me. Shen Qiang not only lacks any decorum, but also isn't gentlemanly at all, and he is impatient. I wouldn't want to deal with him at all."

Looking at the reserved Song Weiyin, the middle-aged female assistant laughed, "Since you started acting in your first TV drama at fourteen, it's been nine years now. One drama series, eleven movies, have earned you the status of a leading actress. But have you ever thought that until now, you've never been in love, so the company never dared to let you act in a romantic lead?"

"Even when receiving roles with romance content, there's always an expectation for the scriptwriter to cut those parts because the company isn't sure you'll perform well in romantic scenes. Their concern is also that you might fall in real love with the actor playing opposite you."

Upon hearing the middle-aged female assistant's words, Song Weiyin shyly said, "Every drama I've acted in has a male lead, whether handsome, rugged, or free-spirited. There's every type, but I haven't fallen for anyone."

"That's because you haven't met Shen Qiang." The middle-aged female assistant smiled with squinted eyes, "If you really didn't like him, you would've long since coldly blocked Shen Qiang. Even if Grandma personally comes to find you, you wouldn't heed Grandma's requests."

Song Weiyin giggled, then said very unconvincingly, "I wouldn't, how could I like Shen Qiang, he only isn't unpleasant."

"Liar." The middle-aged female assistant laughed, "If you didn't like him, how could you not be angry when he insults you and tells you to get lost."

Song Weiyin blushed and decided stubbornly not to admit.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a villa.

A man, seemingly thirty-five or thirty-six, short and plump, with a shiny face, sat on a redwood chair in the living room, behind him stood two impressive cultivators with remarkable cultivation.

"Grandma, when Song Weiyin was sixteen, I said I wanted her. You said I had to at least wait until she was eighteen and an adult. I waited. When she turned eighteen, you said her career was on the rise, to wait until it stabilized. I waited again. When she was twenty-one and her career stabilized, you said she should strive for the status of a leading actress and for me to patiently wait for her success."

Apparently thirty-five or thirty-six, the man, shiny faced, with a few messy whiskers under his chin, laughed, "Now she's twenty-three, the biggest actress in the country, with some international influence. Meanwhile, I'm already forty years old this year. If you keep telling me to wait, I'll think you're playing games with me."

Sitting in the main seat, the majestic-looking woman in her forties smiled, "Why rush, sir? Weiyin is different from ordinary girls; she has the talent for acting but her mind is still like a little girl not grown up. Waiting a few more years until her mindset matures, discussing this then won't be late."

The short and plump man in his mid-thirties responded coldly, "Oh, Grandma means you want me to wait until she turns into an old woman to marry her?"

The majestic woman in her forties smiled slightly, "Sir should know, green apples aren't sweet. You've already waited so many years, are you really short of that final bit of time?"

The shiny-faced man darkened his expression, "Only those who eat the apple can comment on its sweetness. And Grandma, you're respected in the Abyss. I've repeatedly considered giving you face, but since she was sixteen until now, I've waited a full seven years. I know you're only placating me."

"Song Weiyin never intended to marry me, so let me be frank — I play the fool because I'm willing to for Song Weiyin, but seven years are enough time to see through many issues, so Grandma, you don't need excuses anymore."

"Two months from now, my new building will be complete. At that time, I want to host a luxurious wedding, and the bride will be Song Weiyin. If by then I don't see a perfect bride, Grandma, I won't be polite. By then, your disciples, dead or all wiped out, don't say I'm cruel and savage."

Faced with the gloomy-faced fat man, the noble forty-year-old woman said, "Why bother, sir? My disciples aren't many but they aren't easy to bully either."

The middle-aged fat man stood and laughed, "Come on, Grandma, you don't need to boast like that here. In the Abyss, although you're respected, your disciples are mostly women. My decision won't change, so you'd better not mess around. Otherwise, an angry me might do something."

"So it's best not to scheme, because even if I'm fat, my patience isn't vast." With that, the middle-aged fat man turned to leave with his entourage.

With a water-like expression, the forty-year-old woman was silent for a long time, then sighed softly and, after raising an eyebrow, a large black cat jumped onto her lap. Stroking the black cat's head, the forty-year-old woman said, "Go tell Weiyin, if she can't make Shen Qiang fall in love with her within a month, she should prepare to go incognito and wander the world."