Chapter 625: Isn

"Yan Zong, what's this?"

"Guest list," Sister Yanzi groaned, clutching her head.

Her assistant—or rather, her secretary—now wore a puzzled expression, unconsciously switching her address: "Sis, are you getting married or engaged?"

Sister Yanzi: "I'm planning to spend my whole life alone!"

She waved her hand irritably, "What nonsense—you're looking at the guest list for that signing ceremony."

"So many people? Is she planning to set up several tables on-site?"

The secretary stared blankly, because the guest list included not just a few of Na Zha's familiar artist friends, but also her own family—her sister and mother were coming too.

This kind of setup? This wasn't a signing ceremony—it was clearly a wedding ceremony!

Sister Yanzi shook her head, "It probably won't go this far, but we still need to be cautious. Have her assistant keep an eye on things for us."

Na Zha's current assistants, besides the one who's been with her for years, are two that Sister Yanzi arranged recently—artists at her level can't possibly have only one assistant.

This isn't about planting people in her circle or keeping tabs on her for Bai Liang; it's mainly for smoother coordination and transition between both sides.

But now the meaning has changed—these two assistants' main job is to prevent Na Zha from going insane!

Like showing up to the signing ceremony wearing a wedding dress or a traditional bridal ruqun.

Though such behavior sounds absurd—not something a normal artist would do—it's more like what fans do when they go to concerts.

But anything can happen to someone with a love-addled brain.

Sister Yanzi's judgment was completely correct.

Don't fear the evil scheming—fear the fool with a sudden idea.

Someone like that evil little kitten, a "bad woman," actually has a clear head—no matter how wildly she acts up, she still knows her limits.

But someone like Na Zha…

Today is the day after "Dad Found," and Tang Ren's top star, Hu Ge, was scrolling through his phone, eating popcorn, laughing as he watched, his face wrinkling with mirth.

Once Li Xiaoyao, he was about to turn forty.

But Tang Yan beside him, just one year younger, was in even better shape; she glanced at Hu Ge and laughed too: "Why are you laughing like an idiot? Still laughing? When's this drama gonna wrap up?"

Yes, they were still filming "The Prosperous."

This thing started shooting last year when Bai Liang was filming "The Beginning," and now Bai Liang's "The Changjin Lake" is almost done, yet this one's still filming.

Hu Ge admitted he had no solution—it's just Mo Jing Wang.

Tang Yan looked at this "useless man" and rolled her eyes: "Now I get why Bai Liang quit—he's got too much to lose."

They were old acquaintances, both from Shanghai, close friends—so Tang Yan brought it up deliberately, unafraid of upsetting Hu Ge.

After all, this drama first approached him, then went straight to Bai Liang; after Bai Liang refused, they came back to him—it made him look like a backup option.

If it were anyone else, Hu Ge might've felt something, but since it was Bai Liang, it was fine.

That little brother went from "stealing all of Tang Ren's female artists" when they first met to nearly the #1 in the film industry—what could Hu Ge possibly feel? Star power crushes like that are just that direct.

Nobody expected much from him, and he himself never delivered. Why is it so hard to achieve something in film?!

"Forget that—didn't you see all the fun last night?"

"I sleep for beauty rest—I never stay up late—but I heard a bit this morning," Tang Yan admitted, enjoying the gossip—such a big spectacle was naturally irresistible.

"Check this out—just came out, no surprise it's him!"

"Let me see. Hahaha~"

Seeing it, he couldn't hold back—he couldn't stop laughing—because Weibo had released the backstage interview clip from yesterday's Bai Liang.

Originally, Xiao Shui planned to delete the whole thing, but since "Dad Gone" turned into "Dad Found" so fast, this interview became the punchline.

Bai Liang's line, "Then just treat him as my child," was the perfect seasoning for this spectacle.

A flood of people rushed to Hua Chengyu's post saying "We have a child" and commented:

"If you hadn't claimed him so fast, today the Immortal would've claimed him for you."

"Too eager, kid—the Immortal's even willing to be a fake dad!"

"If the Immortal claims him, even if Zhang Bicheng points at you, I'd still believe the kid's his—this is reputation!"

"Comparable to Duan Wang helping Xuan Ci acknowledge his child with Ye Erniang—no wonder Bai Liang's the eternal gossip king, always delivering fresh material every New Year!"

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What else could you say? Everyone could only marvel: "The Immortal's great virtue"—you actually dare to claim him?!

At the same time, they gained a fresh understanding of Bai Liang's audacity—he doesn't just dare slap lions or jump off Zhufeng; those are physical bravery. His bravery on another level is even more astonishing.

He acts as if his status as a tier-one top streamer means nothing, utterly unconcerned about losing followers.

Which other top streamer would dare touch such a thing? They all scramble to issue denials the moment they're mentioned.

Hu Ge admitted he was truly humbled—he'd be honored to be this guy's backup.

But just after finishing these new gossip bites, his phone buzzed—he opened it and saw a message from Na Zha.

At his side, Tang Yan watched Hu Ge's expression shift through several strange stages.

From initial shock, to confusion, then a faint sense of relief—as if the wrinkles in his brain had smoothed out.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yan, seeing his face, immediately jumped to wild conclusions, adding: "Do you have a child too?"

Nearby, Hu Ge's assistant turned to glance over.

"Cough—how could that be? I just received an… invitation." Hu Ge struggled, finally spitting out the word.

Tang Yan glanced again; though she didn't see the content, she recognized the format instantly: "A wedding invitation? But why such a weird expression? Are you giving a huge gift?"

"This is a signing ceremony invitation—can you believe it?"

"Huh?!"

Hu Ge had already agreed to attend Na Zha's signing ceremony—artists at his level must be invited well in advance, or scheduling conflicts become a nightmare.

This was now a formal invitation, but the format was genuinely unsettling to look at.

The music that plays after opening it is all that common type used for wedding invitations.

Mostly because it actually includes a photo of him and Bai Liang — this makes it even more like a wedding invitation.