Chapter Seventy-Seven: Inviting My Godfather to His Death

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October 6th, Friday, the last day of the National Day holiday.

For most people, the holiday had already ended, and this was the day they began their journey home.

As for Lin Xing, most of his scenes during the National Day period had been with Wang Fei.

Apart from that, there were also scenes with Shang Xia, who played Shen Ming’s wife, the godmother of Zhou Bo in the drama.

After all, Zhou Bo, played by Lin Xing, truly cared for only one person in the story: his godmother.

His cruelty was reserved for everyone else; his kindness was given to her alone.

Today’s scene was the final confrontation between Lin Xing and Wang Fei. Once again, Zhou Bo was ready to overturn Wang Fei for the sake of his godmother.

On the set of “The Waves of Justice,”

Director Zu Ming continued to explain the scene.

“Wang Fei, you need to show disbelief, because you’ve always regarded Zhou Bo as nothing more than a dog. You even plan to push him out as a scapegoat later…”

“Lin Xing, just perform with the same intensity as before—don’t hold back. If you’re going mad, then let the madness be complete.”

“You don’t have to stick strictly to the script for your lines; improvisation is allowed between the two of you.”

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During the seven days of the holiday, Zu Ming had been filming Lin Xing’s storyline almost exclusively. Unlike “Waiting Only for You,” where Lin Xing as Du Fei barely saw the director Kong Yi, on the set of “The Waves of Justice,” it was Zu Ming who handled the shooting.

Lin Xing now understood why a good director was also a good actor.

Many scenes were first performed by Zu Ming himself, demonstrating how they should be acted out, before allowing the actors to add their own nuances during filming.

This was the last major scene of “The Waves of Justice.”

Facing the anti-corruption task force, watching his protective shield being taken away for investigation, Shen Ming, played by Wang Fei, began making his escape plans.

First, his secretary would take the fall. This secretary was both Wang Fei’s lover and an orphan he had raised, absolutely loyal to him.

So Wang Fei instructed the secretary to “commit suicide,” leaving behind a confession.

But Wang Fei didn’t think that was enough.

So he prepared a second line of defense: his wife, Li Lu, played by Shang Xia.

No one was more suitable to take the blame than Li Lu, for Shen Ming’s first fortune had come from her father.

Back then, Shen Ming was just a poor nobody, while Li Lu was the heiress.

It could be said that without his father-in-law’s support, Shen Ming would never have become the underworld king of Jinghai.

To Li Lu, she had the wisdom to recognize a hero and loved Wang Fei truly.

But in Shen Ming’s eyes, Li Lu was merely a tool for social advancement.

Now, he needed this “tool” to help him once more.

Shen Ming had it all figured out.

The dirty work over the years had all been done by Zhou Bo, so Zhou Bo would be the scapegoat.

The secret transactions, the bribes, and the wheeling and dealing with superiors had all been arranged by the secretary—so the secretary would be the scapegoat.

And finally, to add another layer of protection, Li Lu would confess to the remaining crimes.

With this plan, Shen Ming could come out clean.

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Even the task force would be powerless against him.

But Shen Ming underestimated one person: Zhou Bo.

Today’s scene is about Zhou Bo returning to report to Shen Ming after eliminating the secretary, as well as the final rupture between them.

Zu Ming was not worried about Wang Fei; to be honest, this scene was no challenge for him. But for Lin Xing, it was quite demanding.

Lin Xing not only had to respond to Wang Fei’s performance, he had to outshine it.

That was a tall order.

That’s why Zu Ming told Lin Xing to be even more unhinged, with no restrictions.

Acting sometimes requires cleverness.

Some actors may only have a five out of ten in skill, but under a director’s guidance and with a good script, they might deliver a performance worth nine points.

That’s why the same actor might be godlike in one show and seem like the village idiot in another.

An actor’s success in a show is inseparable from the director and the script; to judge acting in isolation is simply unreasonable.

Of course, there are actors who can elevate a mediocre script to greatness.

There’s a big difference between a good actor and a truly great one.

For now, Lin Xing belonged to the former kind.

So whether it was Kong Tian encouraging him to deepen his understanding of the character, Ren Yi helping him maintain rhythm, or Zu Ming pushing him to go a little crazier—it was all to make up for his lack of experience.

Lin Xing’s acting was enough to outshine Chu Chen in “Waiting Only for You,” but on the set of “The Waves of Justice,” it was clearly not enough.

“All right, those are the main points,”

Zu Ming said. “Let’s officially start shooting.”

A minute later, the clapperboard snapped, and filming began.

“Godfather, it’s all done.”

Lin Xing looked at Wang Fei and smiled. “It was definitely a ‘suicide.’ I saw ‘Xiao Duo’ die with my own eyes.”

“Good. Did she leave any last words?”

Wang Fei sighed. “After all, I watched her grow up.”

Lin Xing’s smile never faltered. “No, she just wanted me to tell you that she never regretted following you.”

“In fact, she said without you, she might have died in the orphanage long ago.”

“At least she knew gratitude.”

Wang Fei poured Lin Xing a cup of tea. “And you?”

At this point, a trace of coldness flashed in Wang Fei’s eyes as he looked at Lin Xing.

“Me? Godfather, you know me. Zhou Bo has only ever been grateful to three people in his life: you, my godmother, and Yu Hai.”

Lin Xing said, “Your kindness is something I could never repay, even in another life.”

“As long as you understand that. Your life belongs to me—I gave it to you, and I can take it away.”

Wang Fei suddenly laughed. “Come, drink some tea. Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance to repay me in this life.”

“Godfather, about my godmother…”

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Lin Xing suddenly asked.

“There’s no need for you to worry about that.”

Here, Wang Fei’s performance revealed Shen Ming’s ruthlessness and heartlessness. He knew Zhou Bo respected his wife, so he would never let Zhou Bo handle her affairs.

“Then I understand.”

Lin Xing nodded gently. “Godfather, the task force is investigating strictly now. Yu Hai is like a mad dog, refusing to let go, and some of the group’s construction sites have already been shut down... You’re right. I want to repay you, so—”

At this, Lin Xing suddenly smiled. “Godfather, please die for me!”

Please die for me.

Almost as soon as he uttered those words, Lin Xing struck.

“You…”

Wang Fei’s expression changed instantly, disbelief written all over his face.

Thud!

Without giving Wang Fei a chance to react, Lin Xing grabbed the teapot and smashed it down on Wang Fei.

Once.

Twice.

Wang Fei collapsed to the floor from the blows.

Lin Xing then calmly picked up a wet wipe, cleaned the blood from his hands, and smiled. “Godfather, you taught me—only the dead are truly safe.”

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“Excellent.”

Zu Ming couldn’t help but applaud after Lin Xing’s performance.

“Mr. Wang, are you all right…”

Lin Xing hurried to help Wang Fei up. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,”

Wang Fei replied with a laugh. “But I actually think you went too easy with the blow—it didn’t look realistic. Director Zu, I think we should do another take. My reaction was a little slow, and Xiao Lin wasn’t fierce enough…”

This is the fundamental quality of a true actor.

All for the sake of the performance.

So they did another take, and this one was even better.

In the following days, Lin Xing’s scenes were nearly all completed, and he finally wrapped up his work on set.

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