TRYMBPIETM 75: Hilarious Filial Piety (1)

Before Shen Wenxing returned home, he never expected things to develop like this.

He stood there in a daze for a long time before asking in a small voice, “Wanxiang is getting a reshoot? Why? I remember it had already been submitted for awards and was about to be released.”

Shen Wenxu replied indifferently, “Well, that’s because Old Fang just realized he’d been tricked.”

“Old Fang?” Shen Wenxing thought for a moment. “Director Fang from Wanxiang? I remember he came from Longhu Mountain…”

He hesitated before continuing, “Cousin, are you saying that the story Director Fang previously adapted from Linxi Village actually had little to do with Chi Qingning? That the person truly connected to Linxi Village was Chi Qingzhou?”

Shen Wenxu: “Not entirely unrelated.”

He gave another smile, the gloom between his brows deepening.

“It’s just that the person who actually resolved the issue didn’t know Chi Qingning but was quite familiar with Chi Qingzhou.”

Shen Wenxing rarely saw his cousin wear such an expression. Under the moonlight, he scrutinized Shen Wenxu for a few moments before a sudden realization struck him.

He blurted out, “The one who solved the Linxi Village incident—was it Cheng Shang?!”

Shen Wenxu let out a cold laugh without answering.

Shen Wenxing shrank his neck, realizing he’d guessed correctly.

He silently observed his cousin, who showed a faint trace of dissatisfaction, and dared not make a sound.

Shen Wenxu tilted his head to gaze at the moon for a while before reaching out to turn on the living room lights. He then walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Casually, he changed the subject: “Wanxiang is getting a reshoot, and they’ll definitely invite Chi Qingzhou to take part. The Xuanxu Sect will also try to insert people into the production.”

“My master has been keeping a close eye on me lately, so I can’t leave the sect. Brother, if you really take part in the filming, you don’t need to do much—just keep an eye on the people Xuanxu sends over.”

Seeing that his cousin was still willing to talk to him, Shen Wenxing let out a huge sigh of relief and quickly nodded. “Okay, okay, got it.”

Shen Wenxu chuckled softly. “I have to warn you in advance—this filming might be very dangerous. Are you still going, brother?”

Very dangerous?

If even his cousin said it was dangerous, then wouldn’t that mean it could be life-threatening?!

Shen Wenxing sucked in a breath of cold air, hesitating as he looked at Shen Wenxu, his face full of fear as he stammered, “I-Is it really that scary? Then I—I still… I’ll go.”

Even though the filming was dangerous, Wenxu had just called him brother!

Even though it might be life-threatening and he was utterly terrified, Wenxu had called him brother!!

He had to go. Not going would be unworthy of the Shen family name!

Shen Wenxu’s gaze softened.

He couldn’t help but sigh. Just as he was about to teach Shen Wenxing a few self-preservation techniques, a strange scent suddenly reached his nose.

It smelled somewhat like Dalbergia wood incense, mixed with the spiciness of dried ginger and the sickly sweetness of yin energy, creating a strong sense of discomfort.

His movements paused slightly, and in an instant, his expression reverted to its usual innocent and timid demeanor.

Sitting across from him, Shen Wenxing froze for two seconds. Then, as he came back to his senses, he scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Huh? Why was his cousin suddenly at his house?

He thought back for a moment and suddenly remembered that Wenxu had come to check on him because of the Jingming Mountain avalanche.

He ruffled his hair vigorously and grinned foolishly. “I’m fine, the avalanche didn’t reach us. None of us got hurt, so don’t worry.”

Shen Wenxu made an “oh” sound. “That’s good, that’s good. But just to be safe, brother, you should still go to the hospital for a checkup.”

“Ah, okay!” Shen Wenxing agreed happily. “I’ll tell my agent tomorrow and go in the afternoon.”

Shen Wenxu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then softly said, “Well, brother, next time… try not to take part in any shows related to Mr. Chi—”

Knock, knock, knock.

Before Shen Wenxu could finish his sentence, a knocking sound interrupted him.

The two instinctively turned their heads.

Shen Wenxing stood up and walked to the door, asking, “Who is it?” as he reached for the handle.

As soon as the door was pulled open, a middle-aged man of average height appeared before them.

His face was kind and gentle, with soft facial features and naturally upturned lips, giving him an air of otherworldly compassion.

The apricot-yellow Taoist robe he wore seemed unkempt, its hem wrinkled, adding a touch of weary travel-worn exhaustion—at first glance, he looked like a concerned father worried about his child.

However, his strange pair of cold, piercing pupils, like those of a venomous snake ready to strike, completely shattered the benevolent image he projected.

Shen Wenxing stared blankly at the middle-aged man. Behind him, Shen Wenxu stood up, shrank his neck slightly, and softly called out, “Master, why are you here?”

The middle-aged man sighed, looking at Shen Wenxu with concern. “I heard that your martial uncle argued with you again. Even though he’s your elder, you shouldn’t always indulge him. When things need to be handled, handle them. You’re going to enter the Xuanxu Sect’s Elder Council in the future—are you just going to run away and sulk every time the elders make things difficult for you?”

Shen Wenxu blinked, not daring to refute.

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. “You’re too softhearted.”

He then turned to Shen Wenxing. “You must be Wenxing? It’s been a while. You’ve improved quite a bit.”

Shen Wenxing chuckled and quickly stepped aside to let Shen Wenxu’s master into the house, responding modestly with a couple of words.

The middle-aged man exchanged a few polite words with him before suddenly shifting the conversation.

“By the way, when I knocked just now, I think I heard Wenxu giving you instructions? Was it about his martial uncle?”

Shen Wenxing answered naturally, “Oh, no. My cousin just hopes I won’t keep butting heads with Chi Qingzhou and told me not to participate in the Wanxiang reshoot.”

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, giving his disciple a disapproving look.

Shaking his head slightly, he spoke with a hint of disappointment. “Why not go? Don’t listen to your cousin. If you have your own judgment, you must stick to it. Your cousin always tries to avoid confrontation when problems arise.”

Shen Wenxing glanced at his cousin with sympathy. “Oh, got it, Martial Uncle.”

Shen Wenxu lowered his head deeply, looking extremely ashamed.

But at that moment, hidden beneath his lowered lashes was a chilling, eerie smile.

…

Leaving the Paranormal Control Bureau headquarters, Guan Xihua drove while wondering aloud, “Which department did we just visit? It seemed unfamiliar.”

Chi Qingzhou thought for a moment and said, “It’s technically a branch of the police force.”

Guan Xihua half-understood. “Is that so?”

He wasn’t particularly interested in the Paranormal Control Bureau—he had just asked out of curiosity. After getting an answer, he changed the topic.

“Oh, right. Qingzhou, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Chi Qingzhou: “What is it?”

Guan Xihua said, “A few days ago, Zhong Lingshu’s ex-husband contacted me. His family just released a new SUV and wants you as their brand ambassador.”

Chi Qingzhou blinked. “Teacher Zhong was married?”

Didn’t look like it.

He tilted his head in confusion, uncertain for a few seconds. Maybe he had misread her face since he wasn’t great at divination. Stepping on his own shadow, he silently consulted Xing Shuangzhan.

A tired voice came from the shadow.

【You didn’t misread. She was never married.】

That’s what he thought.

Chi Qingzhou nodded subtly.

Guan Xihua had no idea Chi Qingzhou was actually asking Xing Shuangzhan. Laughing, he responded, “Yeah, Zhong Lingshu was married—everyone inside and outside the industry knows.”

He still remembered how Zhong Lingshu’s sudden marriage announcement had caused a huge stir.

“She was in a relationship with her ex-husband for seven years. He even went against his family’s objections to marry her. Maybe because of the family’s disapproval, they never held a proper wedding, but they were very much in love.”

So when they later divorced, it sent shockwaves through both the entertainment industry and society.

Guan Xihua looked puzzled as he continued, “At the time, insiders said that the Yi family had finally accepted her, and everyone thought she had secured her place as the third young mistress of the Yi family. But just a few months later, Zhong Lingshu suddenly announced their divorce.”

There were many rumors about their breakup, but one thing was clear: neither of them had cheated, and their split was remarkably amicable—they still got along as friends.

Guan Xihua said, “They still have a good relationship. This time, Young Master Yi reaching out to you might also be a way of thanking you for helping Zhong Lingshu before.”

Chi Qingzhou slowly blinked. “The Yi family is… wealthy?”

Guan Xihua replied, “Yeah, a prestigious family from Hong Kong.”

Chi Qingzhou made a soft sound of acknowledgment. “So, Guan-ge, do you think I should take this endorsement?”

Guan Xihua: “Of course! Hongzhao mainly focuses on mid-to-high-end sports cars—it’s a great opportunity for us. And this is clearly related to Zhong Lingshu. Accepting it would be the best move. After all, personal favors are the hardest debts to repay. If you take this endorsement, Zhong Lingshu won’t feel like you’re greedy or taking advantage of her.”

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head slightly and murmured, “Is that so?”

Guan Xihua answered firmly, “Of course! Otherwise, why would this offer come at such a perfect time? You just got dragged into drama with Xue Jinshi’s fans and need a strong endorsement to stabilize your reputation and position. Taking this deal is a win-win.”

Guan Xihua genuinely had Chi Qingzhou’s best interests at heart. However, he still didn’t fully understand Chi Qingzhou’s true identity and was only considering things from an industry perspective.

Chi Qingzhou thought for a while but ultimately didn’t reject Guan Xihua’s goodwill.

Guan Xihua beamed. “Then I’ll confirm with Hongzhao this afternoon.”

Chi Qingzhou hummed in agreement, then suddenly asked, “When Zhong-laoshi announced her marriage, did she share any pictures of her husband? Or are there any recent photos or news about him online?”

“Huh?” Guan Xihua turned the steering wheel, making a turn, and casually asked, “Why do you want Young Master Yi’s picture? Curious about what he looks like?”

Chi Qingzhou vaguely responded, “Teacher Zhong is very beautiful.”

“You’re curious if they look good together?” Guan Xihua didn’t overthink it and said, “Young Master Yi isn’t exactly low-profile—there are plenty of his photos online. Just search for Yi Shangxiao. Yi (易) as in change, Shang (尚)as in noble, Xiao (娴) as in graceful.”

Chi Qingzhou acknowledged with a sound and pulled out his phone to search for Yi Shangxiao’s name.

The page loaded for a moment before a wave of related news articles appeared. The top result was a freshly released entertainment news piece from this morning.

[Yi Shangxiao Announces Investment in Wanxiang]

Chi Qingzhou clicked on the article, and Yi Shangxiao’s photo appeared on the screen.

For a rare moment, he was stunned.

This person… wasn’t he Ah Shang’s third brother?