"Let me make this clear from the start: if by the time the script is finished, your acting skills are still only at their current level, then consider today's conversation as if I never said anything."

Zheng Bohan's words were quite impolite, but Shang Yechu felt as if an electric current had flashed through her spinal cord, causing her to shiver slightly.

That's the feeling of being anticipated.

Grandma Hu was tolerant of her; no matter what choice Shang Yechu made, Grandma Hu never made any demands or criticisms.

Yi Tianzhao and Jiang Shang Nongchaosheng scrutinized her. If Shang Yechu did not meet their requirements, they would abandon her without hesitation, without blaming her or holding her back.

Zheng Bohan, this rigid, serious, boring, and stubborn old man, knew that Shang Yechu's current level was not yet up to his expectations, but he was willing to wait and place his hopes on her—hoping that Shang Yechu could reach a higher level.

Even though those expectations were mixed with interests, scrutiny, and criticism, as heavy as some parents who hope their children will become successful, and even had the flavor of forcing growth, Shang Yechu still couldn't help but be moved.

In this world, apart from the Shang family who had placed their hopes on Shang Yechu to make money, no one had ever looked forward to Shang Yechu as much as they had for him.

Zheng Bohan slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the hotel lobby, looked at the neon lights outside, and suddenly asked thoughtfully, "What do you think of 'The Legend of Qingyun'?"

"..." Shang Yechu hesitated for a moment before finally speaking his mind, "A third-rate work cobbled together from various sources."

Zheng Bohan glanced back at Shang Yechu, seemingly slightly surprised. He hadn't expected his student, who was always evasive and roundabout, to answer so directly this time.

Shang Yechu frankly said, "I watched a few episodes. Some parts were very good, while others were quite boring. There were some disjointed parts. I guess it might be because there were too many screenwriters and the lead actors and directors were working independently."

Zheng Bohan suddenly laughed, but the laugh was not pleasant; it looked more like he wanted to devour a child: "Actually, my son is also one of the screenwriters of 'The Legend of Qingyun'."

In an instant, Shang Yechu felt as if he had been enlightened!

In his previous life, Zheng Bohan was accused of plagiarism after his script was stolen and drastically altered, yet he remained silent and never stood up to clarify the situation—this is why!

Perhaps because the dust had settled on "The Tale of Clouds," Zheng Bohan felt relieved and spoke much more frankly.

"Both his mother and I are busy. His mother is a teacher, and she spends more time on her students than on him. As for me, I spend more time on the script than on him."

"This kid hates both of us, especially me, because he wants to be a screenwriter, and I've said before that his writing is completely devoid of inspiration and is destined to flop in the market."

"He wasn't satisfied, so he adopted a pen name and wrote and filmed a few scripts. They were mediocre. And then..."

Zheng Bohan said nothing more. Shang Yechu, however, had already guessed what would happen next.

Zheng Bohan brought his son into the "Qingyun Biography" project, perhaps to enhance his son's resume, or perhaps to give him experience. In any case, his son got in.

After the script was drastically altered, Zheng Bohan left in anger, but his son—a young man who had always been at odds with his father—did not leave.

In his previous life, after the plagiarism scandal broke, Zheng Bohan was perhaps prepared to fight to the death. But at this time, Xu Hanwen or the "Qingyun Biography" project team pushed Zheng Bohan's son out to take the blame.

The two are father and son, and if the matter blows up, netizens can still dig deeper. If Zheng Bohan sues the production team of "Qingyun Biography" for drastically altering his script, they can easily counter-accuse him of having his son steal his father's script and make unauthorized changes, claiming the production team was unaware. However, if Zheng Bohan simply accepts the criticism, the angry netizens, after venting their frustrations, won't bother digging deeper into the father-son relationship.

Either Zheng Bohan is a thief, or his son is a thief.

Just thinking about it made Shang Yechu feel incredibly frustrated. She really didn't know how Zheng Bohan, who was so proud and stubborn, managed to swallow this insult.

This explains why Shang Yechu had no recollection of the "spy drama" Zheng Bohan mentioned. It's likely that Zheng Bohan, disheartened by this humiliation in his previous life, had no energy or motivation to polish any new scripts or works.

Suddenly, Shang Yechu had a thought and looked at Zheng Bohan's back with a strange expression. Could it be that this old man, because his son was not good enough and their relationship was strained, had nowhere to exert his paternal desires, so he twisted his expectations of his son becoming a dragon onto her?

Fu Yu, the guy who bought the candy, is finally back. He still smells of cigarettes on him, probably because he smoked two more cigarettes outside. He's a heavy smoker.

After returning to the private room and exchanging pleasantries, the group finally dispersed.

Before leaving, Zheng Bohan pulled Shang Yechu aside again and urged her, "Think carefully about what I said. Spy dramas are real historical dramas, they're different."

Shang Yechu nodded seriously: "I understand."