Chapter Twenty-Nine: Murong Xiaofeng

“Wow, isn’t that the famous director from Beautiful Country, Spielberg? Is he here in China to select actors?”
“I heard Spielberg’s new film, Super League, needs a Chinese actor.”
“People from Beautiful Country really have elegance. Look at him—such a big director, quietly sitting in the car. If it were one of our directors, not even the famous ones, anyone with a little reputation would be surrounded by fans and assistants.”
“Directors from Beautiful Country are truly refined. I wonder who he’s waiting for in the car. It should be Lee Tae-jae, right? Lee Tae-jae just went up.”
“It might also be a Chinese actor; Shen Jing and the others are here as well.”
“How can they compare with the Korean actors? Lee Tae-jae is a superstar.”

Film fans, Chinese reporters, and even foreign journalists speculated about Spielberg’s presence at the entrance of the plastic surgery hospital. Many were amazed at how impressive this hospital was—not only could they invite domestic celebrities for promotion, but Lee Tae-jae was here too. Everyone began to inquire about the hospital’s background.

With such a powerful hospital, their technology must be top-notch. Many female fans and internet celebrities were already planning to book procedures here.
“Holy crap, who did I just see? Isn’t that Zhao Ying? She’s here too!”
“This is incredible. The hospital must have spent a fortune to invite an A-list star… Wait, am I seeing things? Is that the famous cousin?”
“Wow, this hospital is truly amazing.”
“Zhao Ying is so deferential in front of the famous cousin. When will our Chinese stars have that kind of presence?”
“Look, isn’t that Young Master Liu? It seems Old Master Liu is beside him.”
“What the hell is going on? I just saw Dai Qiangwei, the real estate tycoon from Linhai. There must be some big shot coming.”
…

“Dr. Xiao, Xiong Xinxin has arrived.”
Compared to the jaw-dropping crowd outside, Xiao Yuru looked solemn at this moment, as if she had reached a state of selfless concentration. In her eyes now, there was only the patient, Xiong Xinxin.

Ye Qiu wasn’t worried about the surgery; after all, Xiao Yuru had performed excellently over the past week, and with Yun Yan’s guidance throughout, there would be no issues. What troubled Ye Qiu now was the swelling crowd in the hall.

Frankly, Park In-yong and Lee Tae-jae were already terrified. Especially Lee Tae-jae, when he saw Spielberg in the hall, he realized he hadn’t just kicked an iron plate—it was titanium alloy.

He wanted to run, but if he fled now, he didn’t know how Ye Qiu would deal with him. After all, even a big shot like Lee Sung-joo in Korea had been told to leave with just one sentence.

Ye Qiu had no time for Lee Tae-jae; right now, Xuan Yuan Datang was introducing someone to him.
“Ye, this is Hua Tie, a descendant of Hua Tuo. Old Hua, this is the young Ye I mentioned to you.” As he spoke, Xuan Yuan Datang added, “By the way, Old Hua has quite a say in Linhai’s health department.”
“Senior Xuan Yuan, you flatter me.”

Hua Tie, now in his fifties, was still respectful in front of Xuan Yuan Datang.
“Mr. Ye, Senior Xuan Yuan hasn’t bothered with worldly affairs for decades. You truly have impressive influence.”
Hua Tie gave a thumbs up.
Anyone personally introduced by Xuan Yuan Datang would not be taken lightly.
“The elder is just caring for us juniors.”

While Ye Qiu chatted with people from the medical field, Mary was equally busy. Linhai’s business tycoons flocked over.
“Miss Mary, Mr. Ye, you didn’t give us a heads up before coming to Linhai. I could have asked Liu Hai to make arrangements for you.” Liu Wenhong walked over with his son.
“Mary, why are you in Linhai?”

Murong Di affectionately took Mary’s arm. Beside her was a handsome, dignified man; their resemblance made it clear they were siblings.
He was Murong Xiaofeng, the third-generation heir most likely to become the head of the Murong family in Linhai.

The Murong family’s roots ran deep; their businesses flourished both domestically and abroad. To avoid too much attention, many were operated from behind the scenes.
Murong’s family collaborated frequently with Shenhai, and their relationship was close. Still, Murong Xiaofeng admonished Murong Di, “Di, how can you be so impolite?”

He knew Mary disliked being overly familiar with people—she was naturally distant and proud.
The Liu family also worked with Shenhai, but Mary ignored them.

What happened next stunned Murong Xiaofeng.
Mary kindly patted Murong Di’s hand and nodded gently, leaving Murong Xiaofeng petrified. Even Murong Di seemed surprised that Mary wasn’t upset.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ying approached Spielberg, warmly introducing herself.

She had come at Liu Yiran’s invitation, expecting only to make an appearance. After all, Liu Yiran’s influencer company had plenty of resources now. She didn’t expect to encounter Spielberg and several famous directors from Cloudwood here.

She was prepared for Spielberg to respond perfunctorily and display his arrogance, but to her surprise, he was genuinely enthusiastic.
This delighted Zhao Ying.

However, both Murong Xiaofeng and Zhao Ying noticed that Mary and Spielberg’s gaze was focused on the young man chatting and laughing with the white-bearded elder.
Who was this person?

As everyone wondered, Liu Yiran entered the hall in elegant attire, attracting all eyes before gracefully walking over to Ye Qiu.
“Little brother, I hope I’m not late.”
“Second sister just entered the operating room.” Ye Qiu nodded toward the bustling crowd, “Big sister, this has gotten serious.”

Liu Yiran glanced around and was stunned.
She knew Ye Qiu was prepared for today and had assured her everything would be fine, but she never expected to see Liu Wenhong and Murong Xiaofeng in a place like this.
Especially Murong Xiaofeng—he was from Linhai’s top family. She remembered attending a banquet with Tong Tiexing when her company went public and realized that true family dynasties existed.

“Yiran, you, as the eldest sister, are late.” Mary calmly let go of Murong Di’s arm, but affectionately greeted Liu Yiran.
“Mary, after Yuru’s surgery is finished, you and George must come to my house for dinner. I’ll cook myself.”
Mary said nothing, only looked longingly at Ye Qiu.
“Why are you looking at him? I’m the eldest, and this is my home.”
“Thank you, big sister.”
Her shy, girlish demeanor left Murong Xiaofeng and Liu Wenhong dumbfounded.

Liu Wenhong leaned over. “Xiaofeng, isn’t this girl Liu Yiran from the Ye-Liu Group?”