The Film Set – Does the Baby Like Acting?

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The little child was especially cute, with a fair and tender face. When he appeared on the film set, where the ground was dirty, everyone felt as if two angels had arrived together when he and Chi Yao walked in.

Everyone was worried that the dust on the ground would dirty Chi Yao and the baby’s clothes.

Many people gathered around; half of the creative team were familiar faces from Chi Yao’s previous web series.

This time, they were filming a small web series, but it wasn’t an anthology; it was a continuous series. Although the budget from the company wasn’t large, everyone loved the story and was full of enthusiasm.

Now that Chi Yao had arrived, even if it was just a temporary small role, seeing his face seemed to instantly inspire everyone and energize the atmosphere.

At the same time, everyone was surprised that Chi Yao had brought his son along.

Many people couldn’t believe he was actually his son.

Until the baby called out “Dad” to Chi Yao with a sweet, clear voice, looking around at the people with his big eyes, seeming a bit shy as he held onto Chi Yao’s hand. Chi Yao crouched down and encouraged the baby to greet everyone.

The baby then called out “Uncle” and “Aunt,” and once his little voice rang out, many people’s expressions changed, as if the fatigue from continuous shooting had eased considerably.

“Chi Yao, can you stay with the child for a bit? We’ll run a scene shortly.” Chi Yao’s acting skills were straightforward; he got into character quickly and was quite smart—just a little guidance was all he needed to know how to perform.

The director was the same as last time and had a certain understanding of Chi Yao, so he wasn’t worried about his condition.

Chi Yao nodded and walked to the side with the baby. There were many props on set, and the baby curiously reached out to grab some. Chi Yao would occasionally stop him to prevent him from breaking anything, but for the less important items, he didn’t mind letting the baby explore; if they broke, they could always buy new ones.

The entire company belonged to him. Although he wasn’t the nominal legal representative, he was the investor.

It seemed that everyone still wasn’t very clear about his identity, but compared to last time, there had been some changes. Chi Yao realized that someone had casually mentioned Fu Rong earlier, and while it seemed random, he suspected they might already know Fu Rong’s identity.

Fu Rong’s background was easy to find—just a quick search on the phone, and it was all there. However, Chi Yao’s information was not so easily accessible. Even though he was high-profile, he kept a low profile in his work.

He didn’t have much interaction with the entertainment industry and didn’t make many new friends. Most of the people he was familiar with didn’t have much to do with the industry, so the people here still didn’t know who he was.

The director was very young, and the company provided opportunities for newcomers. After all, it wasn’t a lot of money to lose. As the boss, Chi Yao was somewhat different from other entertainment moguls; he valued individual talent more than just casually promoting people. However, Chi Yao only made a few suggestions; most of the decision-making was handled by the company’s managers.

Chi Yao rarely intervened.

After filming that anthology series last time, he had casually mentioned to the manager that they should give this new director and the actors below him more opportunities.

Now they had approached him again, and Chi Yao had read the script with a playful attitude.

It was also a chance for Chi Yan to see some interesting things and to observe how his father acted.

Chi Yao and Chi Yan walked to the side, and the baby squatted on the ground, unconcerned about the dirt, directly reaching out to grab the props.

“You can play, but don’t break anything,” Chi Yao reminded him.

A staff member saw this scene but didn’t come over to stop them. These props were not essential; they could be added in post-production.

Over there, filming was underway, and suddenly the baby seemed to lose interest in the toy in his hands and started walking towards the shooting area. Chi Yao watched as the baby pulled his hand, wanting Chi Yao to go with him.

Chi Yao smiled and walked over.

He picked up the baby, holding him in his arms so he could see better.

The baby’s eyes widened, the lights reflecting in his pupils. Chi Yao glanced at the filming and then turned to focus on the baby.

This little guy might end up liking acting.

To be honest, Chi Yao wasn’t very keen on having the baby enter the entertainment industry.

There was nothing good about being an actor; every move was under the scrutiny of the public. No matter what one did, there would always be people who liked it and others who didn’t, leading to discussions and criticism.

Chi Yao didn’t want his precious child to be the subject of gossip.

However, at the same time, Chi Yao knew that if the baby really liked acting, he wouldn’t stop him. His child should live even more freely than he did.

After a while of filming, the crew approached Chi Yao to discuss the next scene.

Chi Yao put the baby down and told him he had to go work. The baby was led by the nanny, standing quietly on the side, watching the camera.

The baby was unusually focused, as if he really enjoyed it.

Chi Yao walked over. His lines weren’t many, and he had a good memory; after just a glance, he had basically memorized them. Without any scenes, he went through the script once. Almost as soon as they called “Action,” Chi Yao instantly got into character, while the actor he was performing with had a bit of trouble keeping up. It took several tries before Chi Yao managed to guide him back into the flow of the story.

In this scene, Chi Yao had to kick someone. The director discussed it with the actor, and he agreed to do it for real.

When Chi Yao heard that it was a real kick, he hesitated. He was afraid he might kick too hard and hurt the other person.

However, the actor waved him on, encouraging Chi Yao to kick as hard as he could because he was fit.

The result was that when Chi Yao kicked, he nearly knocked the breakfast out of the actor’s stomach.

The scene was quite perfect with Chi Yao’s performance, but the actor forgot his lines.

Chi Yao walked over and helped him up, apologizing.

The actor was holding his stomach, surprised that someone as thin as Chi Yao could kick with such force. Just a moment ago, their eyes had met, and for a brief second, the actor truly felt his heart skip a beat, thinking that Chi Yao might break his ribs.

In that moment, the actor couldn’t help but think: don’t offend Chi Yao.

The actor had added another layer of clothing and some protective gear. After getting kicked by Chi Yao again, he fell to the ground. It hurt a lot, but he didn’t want to take another hit, so he quickly got back into character and delivered his lines.

The director yelled “Cut,” and the actor collapsed to the ground, wondering if he should consider getting personal insurance.

Chi Yao had already moderated his strength, realizing he needed to control his power, or he might really kick someone into the hospital. He walked up to the actor. Although he didn’t know much about acting, he understood that many actors nowadays immediately used a stunt double for the slightest issue—even when eating, they had food brought to their mouths and pretended to chew.

Yet there were still plenty of fans.

To some extent, the current entertainment industry had become a distorted circle; true talent rarely got the spotlight unless they had the luck. Instead, capital favored certain people and promoted them.

Thinking of this, Chi Yao couldn’t help but smile—he considered himself a form of capital.

Should he elevate someone?

At the very least, they had to take acting seriously and not just fall back on stunt doubles at the slightest slip.

It was easy to think about, but difficult to execute. Chi Yao hadn’t figured it all out yet, but he noted it for the future.

Chi Yao’s scenes soon passed, and he had no more part to play. He returned to the baby, who looked up at him, a smile on his little face.

Chi Yao asked if the baby wanted to keep playing.

The baby shook his head.

Chi Yao informed the others and left with the baby.

Two days later, Chi Yao called the head of the entertainment company to discuss some matters. The company was primarily focused on investing and signing artists, and they didn’t really manage the day-to-day operations since most of the profits didn’t come from them.

Another reason was that the company hadn’t managed to hire a suitable agent. A good agent was more important than just throwing money around to make an artist famous.

After some consideration, Chi Yao decided to increase the cash flow and look for a few suitable agents. It was fine if they were younger; they could try them out, and if they fit, they could continue. If not, losing some money wasn’t a big deal for Chi Yao.

The head of the company was curious if Chi Yao wanted to enter the entertainment industry.

Chi Yao naturally shook his head.

“I don’t mind doing a guest appearance occasionally, but that’s it. If I get famous, that’s a different story.”

“Filming requires a lot of travel, and as a person with a family and kids, I shouldn’t go too far.”

Chi Yao wouldn’t forget that he had a husband and children.

“But if I had a familiar top actor or actress, that would be nice.” Thinking about the people he had helped become famous seemed quite attractive.

Chi Yao looked forward to the possibility of that happening in the future.

He told the head of the company to keep him updated occasionally; it was just a whim.

Whether it would succeed depended on their own efforts.

Fu Rong had been on a business trip for about a week, and it was true that Chi Yao had told him to take his time, and he really had.

Chi Yao thought it would be impossible for him to do what Fu Rong did.

Chi Yao took the baby back to his grandfather’s house. The old man was particularly fond of his great-grandson and had prepared a lot of things in advance, knowing the baby was coming home.

In the garden, the grandfather directly told the baby he could pick flowers if he liked.

Those flowers were once the grandfather’s treasures, but after having this new treasure, the old ones seemed to lose their importance.

As the baby played in the garden, Chi Yao watched nearby, noticing that the little guy seemed to enjoy causing mischief.

“Is he very busy lately?” the grandfather asked Chi Yao.

Knowing who he meant, Chi Yao nodded. “He’s on a business trip and will probably be gone for a while.”

“Hmm, he’s not bullying you, is he?” The grandfather felt sorry for Chi Yao and was worried Fu Rong might mistreat him.

Chi Yao laughed; did the grandfather think he had become fragile after having a child? How could that be?

“Grandpa, it’s me who’s bullying him.” He was the one who had been teasing Fu Rong. That person loved him deeply, but Chi Yao felt Fu Rong’s love was a bit overwhelming, and he wanted Fu Rong to stay away a little longer.

“Just be careful and don’t bully him too much; otherwise, you might scare him away.”

The grandfather understood Chi Yao’s personality well. Just from his smile, he could tell how things were between Chi Yao and Fu Rong.

“Not possible; anyone else might leave me, but he absolutely won’t.” Chi Yao had that confidence.

While the two were chatting, the baby had created a bit of chaos, his hands covered in dirt. He squatted down and began playing in the mud, happily playing by himself.

Suddenly, the baby got up and walked over to Chi Yao, his eyes squinted in a smile, making Chi Yao’s expression stiffen.

It seemed like the baby knew that Chi Yao would get angry, so he turned around and slapped his little dirty hands on his great-grandfather.

The old man’s pants got dirty, but he wasn’t angry at all; in fact, he was more than happy to interact and play with the baby.

The baby hid behind his grandfather, peeking out with his little head to look at Chi Yao. Chi Yao’s expression was mostly neutral, and the baby pouted, as if saying, “Daddy, you don’t dare to hit me; I have great-grandpa here.”

Chi Yao didn’t really know how to deal with this little guy either. It was just a small mistake—an error that could be resolved wasn’t considered a big deal.

As for errors that couldn’t be resolved, that was a different matter.