Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 139 Ye Chong: Sister Yifei, can I copy this?

Time flies, and it's December 15th in the blink of an eye.

There are only twenty-odd days left before filming begins for Blade Runner 2.

Ye Chong hasn't relaxed these past few days. Besides being busy with film matters every day, he also took some time to take an exam at the Beijing Film Academy with Yi Fei.

It was nine o'clock that morning.

In the courtyard of Beijing Film Academy, Ye Chong held Yi Fei's hand and walked quickly towards the parking lot.

He opened the car door, gentlemanly shielding Yifei's head, and gestured for her to get in.

As Xie Fei's chief second disciple at Beijing Film Academy, his little pink horse ran rampant throughout the academy without anyone interfering.

Before the pink horse, Yifei bent down and sat in the passenger seat, straightened her skirt, and turned to look at Ye Chong: "How was the exam today? You seemed to be answering the questions quite easily."

Ye Chong closed the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away from the school gate. He turned his head, winked at Yi Fei, and raised an eyebrow: "What do you think? Who do you think your man is? You think this little test can stump me?"

Yifei rolled her eyes and gently patted his arm: "Stop being so conceited, little man. Don't take advantage of me. I thought I didn't know you. You must have copied Shi Weicong's work, right?"

Ye Chong chuckled, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and resting the other on the armrest: "You're overthinking it. Copy him? There are seven people in a class. I'd rather copy you than him."

Yi Fei frowned and looked at him suspiciously: "I'm not in the directing department."

Ye Chong's lips curled into a smile, his gaze remaining fixed straight ahead: "So, are you going to let me copy or not?"

"Hmm?" Yifei felt that something was wrong, but when she saw the bad boy's straight-eyed demeanor, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"I'm asking you, fairy sister Liu Yifei, are you going to give me Ye Chong's copy or not?" After saying that, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Yifei.

Copy? Copy —

"Yes, yes, I guess." Yifei's eyelids fluttered, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned to look out the window, avoiding his gaze. "Stop being silly, drive carefully, my mom's waiting."

"Hehe!" Ye Chong felt a tickle in his heart, but he still forcibly suppressed his little Ye.

His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his tone still nonchalant: "Got it, sis. Make sure you get my baby home safely."

The car drove smoothly on the road, and sunlight shone through the windows onto the two people.

Looking at the cars rushing past the window, Yifei casually remarked, "Your car is pretty good."

Ye Chong raised an eyebrow and glanced at her sideways. "That's right. You have to choose a good car, just like choosing a woman; it has to suit your taste."

.

Yifei turned and glared at him, pinching his arm: "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Ye Chong chuckled inwardly.

Dou Qian is so funny! I could watch her blush for a whole lifetime!

Ye Chong rubbed the spot where he had been pinched, feigning grievance: "I'm not lying, you are my beloved car."

"It's the car I've wanted most in my life, the one I've always wanted to take good care of."

Yifei's cheeks turned even redder, and she reached out to pinch him again, this time with less force: "You naughty boy, all you do is talk nonsense, you're never serious. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't talk to you anymore."

Ye Chong quickly begged for forgiveness, laughing as he said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, alright?"

Seeing that he had calmed down, Yifei released her grip, but couldn't help but smile slightly: "I'm thinking of buying a Porsche recently, but I don't know which model would suit me."

She tapped her knee lightly with her fingertips, her tone tinged with conflict.

"I looked at several models, but they were either too bulky or too flashy, neither of which suited my taste."

Ye Chong's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest, his tone very confident.

"Leave this to me. I'll pick one for you, one that's both good-looking and easy to drive, and that suits your style."

Yifei raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down: "You know about cars? Don't bring back some random one."

Ye Chong chuckled and proudly raised his chin: "Of course, your man is capable of anything. I guarantee you'll find someone you're satisfied with. If you're not, just pinch me again, pinch me as much as you want."

Yifei was amused by him and gave a soft hum: "You're smart to know what's good for you. Don't disappoint me."

Ye Chong nodded, gently pressed the accelerator, and the car sped up a bit.

"Don't worry, sister, I definitely won't let you down. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The two chatted idly.

The car drove smoothly towards Yifei's home.

Meanwhile, at Yifei's home, Liu's mother was sitting alone on the sofa, preparing vegetables.

The living room was quiet, with only the faint sound of news broadcasts coming from the television.

She deftly picked at the vegetables with her fingertips, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were thinking about something.

Suddenly, the landline on the table rang, breaking the tranquility of the living room.

Liu's mother put down the vegetables in her hand, wiped her hands, got up and walked to the phone. She picked up the receiver, glanced at the caller ID, and her face instantly turned cold.

"Feed." Her voice was flat, without any emotion, and carried a hint of indifference.

Chen Jinfei's voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anger.

"Xiaoli, long time no see! What's wrong? You can't even recognize my voice?"

Liu's mother frowned, her tone still cold: "Speak plainly if you have something to say, I'm busy."

Chen Jinfei was taken aback by her coldness, and his tone became even more aggressive: "Busy? Busy spending time with your daughter, enjoying a life of leisure with that Ye Chong, huh? I'd like to ask you, what benefits have you and your daughter gained from being with Ye Chong?"

"He didn't even win a decent award, but he just kept messing around with me."

Liu's mother tightened her grip on the receiver, her face flushing slightly, but she quickly calmed down, taking a few deep breaths to suppress her anger.

"Who I'm with is none of your business. Why are you calling?"

Chen Jinfei sneered, his tone full of provocation: "What? I'm here to tell you something, of course. 'Bright Sword' is Ye Chong's project, and 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' is mine. Didn't you choose Ye Chong?"

Liu's mother frowned, neither speaking nor refuting the fact that "The Return of the Condor Heroes" was his project, but simply listening quietly as he continued.

"Now that our two dramas are airing at the same time, I'm going to show you how my 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' can crush Ye Chong's 'Bright Sword'!"

Liu's mother slowly shook her head, a helpless smile appearing on her lips.

She felt that Chen Jinfei had gone mad, taking things so seriously just to save face.

She and Chen Jinfei used to have such a good relationship, she never imagined it would end up like this.

It's really not worth it for him to hold a grudge against Yifei and Yechong just because they're together. Although Yechong is loud and boisterous, he's sincere towards Yifei, so why should he be so angry?

"If this is all you're calling to say, then I'm hanging up. I don't have time to waste with you."

Chen Jinfei wanted to say something, but Liu's mother didn't give him a chance and hung up the phone directly. She put down the receiver, walked to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the cold water on the table.

After gulping down several mouthfuls of cold water, my anger subsided considerably.

She leaned back on the sofa, her eyes somewhat unfocused, muttering to herself, "Jinfei, Jinfei, how did we come to this!"