Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 512 My Son Has Gone Mad

Chapter 512: Chapter 512 My Son Has Gone Mad

If Shen Peipei spoke one word in the past, Gong Qiming would have to retort with ten.

But now, his entire face was pressed against the rear-seat car window so hard that it was deformed.

Shen Peipei, startled by the eerie silence, also jumped in fright.

"What’s wrong? You’re not still in character, are you? Or do you have motion sickness?"

Shen Peipei and Gong Qiming were here, naturally, to shoot a film.

The director from Zhang Caidie’s crew had come here to scout for locations before, and the TV series didn’t cause much of a stir after airing, but it did let many people in the industry know about the beautiful scenery here.

As the saying goes, you work with what’s available locally; Niuwei Village had made a fair amount of money from film crews because of the spectacular Niuwei Mountain.

The crew had just wrapped filming not long ago and was preparing to travel to Zhuancheng to catch a flight out.

The road congestion was due to the large number of vehicles.

In Shen Peipei’s car, besides the driver, there was only her and her son—and even her assistant did not want to come over.

For no other reason than the presence of Gong Qiming in the car.

Everyone in the crew knew that Gong Qiming’s handsomeness was directly proportional to his chatter.

The older and more handsome he grew, the more he talked: non-stop for hours on end unless he was eating or sleeping.

It was like the slogan from a certain chewing gum commercial in the future—"Simply can’t stop."

Sitting in the same car with her own son, looking at the crowded road, and listening to all sorts of nutrition-less drivel, Shen Peipei was utterly disheartened, almost ready to retreat into spiritual seclusion.

Who would have thought that the back seat would suddenly go silent?

"Qiming?"

Shen Peipei turned her head and saw her son cranking the car window, which startled her.

"What are you doing?"

Gong Qiming was brief and to the point, "I want to climb out."

Shen Peipei was instantly scared out of her wits, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

It was all her fault—she shouldn’t have taken him on set just to keep him quiet.

Although her husband and other directors said that Gong Qiming was a genius actor, he was still young, obviously very susceptible to not distinguishing between his real life and the roles he played.

The last film was a martial arts drama, and her son played the male lead’s childhood.

He portrayed a gifted boy who grew up in a reputable and orthodox martial arts sect.

But after returning from a journey, he discovered his sect was destroyed, leading to a drastic change in his personality as he roamed the martial arts world.

Such a tragic experience—it couldn’t be that her son was influenced by the character he played.

Shen Peipei said with a tearful tone, "Don’t move around carelessly. If you jump out, something bad will happen."

The usually talkative Gong Qiming, now, was not in the mood for chatter.

"I won’t. I need to find my junior sister."

It was done—her son had really gone mad.

Shen Peipei decisively instructed, "Old Zhang, lock the windows and doors."

Actually, without her saying so, the driver had already rolled the window up at the first chance to ensure Gong Qiming wouldn’t have an accident.

Gong Qiming was also angry, "Mom, I really have important business."

Shen Peipei, afraid of agitating her son, could only soothe him, "Alright, alright, but don’t be rash. If you jump out like this, you will definitely scare your junior sister."

Gong Qiming thought about it and agreed.

His junior sister probably wouldn’t be scared, but if he started chasing after the car, ordinary people seeing him would definitely be terrified.

At that moment, the front vehicles of the film crew stopped one by one at the door of a restaurant, obviously planning to dine there.

With the road cleared suddenly, the car carrying Yue Qingqing sped away with a press on the accelerator, getting further and further away in Gong Qiming’s eyes.

Gong Qiming, having searched so long, couldn’t give up at this time and hurriedly began tapping the back of the driver’s seat.

"Uncle Zhang, follow the car up ahead, the one with the license plate ending in 28."

The driver looked at Shen Peipei, uncertain what to do.

Shen Peipei gritted her teeth, "Do as he says. I’ll call the director; we’ll skip eating for now."

The immediate concern was Gong Qiming’s condition.

Being absorbed in the role was one thing, but if he were stopped now, knowing her son’s temperament, there was no telling what might happen.