The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

[Uncle She chickened out, she chickened out, hahahahahahaha~~~]

[This is hilarious, truly tit-for-tat. Look at Your Lordship Father's smooth operation here—clearly a seasoned pro.]

[I knew Uncle She must have family knowledge backing him up. Otherwise, how could someone so young have such deep expertise in traditional medicine? Turns out the real big shot is right here...]

Recently, during the live streams, viewers in She Yu's channel had one more thing to look forward to beyond the giveaways: the chance to witness unexpected moments.

Ever since She Yu's female identity was revealed, viewers kept trying to guess her age during every stream, and they even consistently begged her magnetic-voiced fiancé to make an appearance.

But Tang Shu had thoroughly ignored these "meaningless" requests and never touched on them.

No one could have expected that today, another big, hefty, VIP-level personality would show up!

Uncle She's old dad! Just from their earlier conversation, it was clear—this man was definitely a big shot. For him to make the usually headstrong Uncle She so submissive? He must be able to touch the sky!

Their dynamic was just too funny.

Inside the stream, viewers were laughing like crazy, while outside the stream, Tang Shu was on the verge of tears, reduced to silently playing the role of a mere assistant. She diligently handled the camera while keeping a close eye on Father Tang's every move.

"To identify sharp grass, just observe its leaves. Unlike most grass species, its leaves have fine, subtle barbs. If you don't inspect closely, you'd probably miss them..."

Father Tang cooperatively picked up a magnifying glass and held it to the leaves. Soon, the sawtooth pattern of sharp grass was clearly displayed on camera for everyone to see.

Sharp grass wasn't particularly useful medicinally. Its leaves could create miasma, which often hindered other herbs from developing potent effects. After extensive research, Tang Shu had only managed to derive a few toxic formulas from it.

But she couldn't exactly share this sort of thing during a live stream—there'd be suspicion of encouraging people to do bad things. Hence, the segment about sharp grass didn't last long.

Thank goodness for Father Tang's skillful processing techniques.

"Alright, that's it for today's stream. Now, onto the giveaway!"

"A giveaway? What's that for?"

"Well... Picking a few friends to gift some medicinal products; it's just interaction."

After hearing this, Father Tang paused briefly, turned, and brought over a wooden box nearby. "Is it this stuff?"

Under the camera, the medium-sized wooden box was packed full of assorted bottles and jars, various shapes of small porcelain bottles in all sizes. The viewers immediately went crazy.

[Oh my god, so many!! Screaming~~~ We're blessed this time!!!]

[A true big shot move—Father is indeed the ultimate Father, giving all, giving ALL!]

Viewers practically wanted to teleport through their screens to snatch up the wooden box. Meanwhile, Tang Shu was breaking out in cold sweats.

"No, no, no! Not these! This box can't be touched."

"What did you put in here?"

"..."

Could she admit they were random poisonous concoctions she'd whipped up out of boredom?

Quickly, Tang Shu hoisted the wooden box and replaced it with another smaller one. "These are the actual gifts."

"Besides the difference in color, I don't see any other notable changes at first glance."

Father Tang examined both boxes carefully. He noticed that the porcelain bottles in the one Tang Shu held had lighter colors, while the ones in his own box were mostly darker hues, more of a reddish tone.

Huh? Red?

"..."

Something seemed to dawn on Father Tang, and his expression gradually turned peculiar. How had he never noticed his daughter had this sort of... eccentric hobby? Since when had modern medical students become so carefree?

"Dad, how about you host the giveaway draw?"

"Sure."

Father Tang, now 48, was four to five years younger than the average age of Mr. Jing and the others. Perhaps because he'd grown up in Tang Village since childhood, he wasn't entirely good at adapting to new trends.

Of course, this didn't mean he was against tech products. In fact, Father Tang was quite proficient with them; but adapting to modern young people's chaotic usernames? That was definitely not within his repertoire.

Thus...

When Father Tang calmly gazed at the scrolling usernames spewing across the screen, all in dense Chinese characters, the funky, creative viewers were regretting their choices and crying.

[Wait? What's going on? I've spammed dozens of comments on the rolling screen and still haven't been picked!]

[It's because your username is a nightmare to read, bro. Like, have you seen what kind of gibberish makes up your name??]

[Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe I'm losing the draw because of my username!]

[Crying, I'm lemon-yellow jealous~~~]

[Never in my life have I regretted this much. Why did I stupidly give myself a username that even *I* can't understand???]

[Wahaha, it's me, IT'S ME! OMG, finally got picked! Father She, you're amazing!]

[Father She, Father She, pick me, pick me!!!]

Instantly, the screen filled with cries for "Father She," creating a flood of those words. Father She's eyes twitched upon seeing the spectacle; he even shot his daughter a meaningfully judgmental look.

The latter clearly sensed disapproval in his gaze: Look at the kind of chaos you've been messing around with. Even their terms of address are this ridiculous.

Tang Shu responded with a polite yet non-awkward smile, while her inner thoughts turned into metaphorical puddles spilling wide noodles...

***

The next day, the Jing family gathered at the airport once again to send Father Tang off on his flight to Yi City.

Tang Shu let out a genuine sigh of relief, and even Jing Yu's mood was lifted, his smile never fading the entire way.

"You two head back. I'll take a cab to the Southeast District. Finally, I can finish my vacation."

"Same for me! You two sweethearts, make sure you call me and your dad when you get home!"

The parental duo almost treated the pair like underage kids, giving exhaustively detailed instructions. Jing Yu couldn't help the increasing twitch at the corners of his mouth, his expression full of helplessness.

"Mom, I'm almost 30, and you're still worried?"

"Precisely because you're *almost* 30 that I'm worried."

Ms. Xie cast a meaningful glance at Tang Shu. Even Mr. Jing coughed nervously and quickly pulled his wife away in the opposite direction.

"The kids are grown-ups now. Why are you micromanaging them? Let the young folks manage their own interactions."

"I'm just worried Little Yu won't be careful. You've seen how Old Tang isn't very fond of our son."

"Hmph, anyone competing for his daughter would be disliked by him; it'd be the same no matter who it was."

"Well, no replacements! It *has* to be our son!"

...

The Jing parents' conversation trailed into the distance. Jing Yu took Tang Shu's hand and got into the car, heading toward Palm Pavilion.

Tang Shu quickly noticed her fiancé had been uncharacteristically silent. Normally, they would chat about work, meals, studies, TV shows—whatever—they'd never run out of topics.