RFCCRE Ch 35

Under Lu Ye’s protection, Xu Yao went to the zoo in the capital. Perhaps because it was summer vacation, the zoo was bustling with crowds, filled with tourists constantly coming and going.

The panda inside is the star animal of the zoo, attracting a large crowd of visitors.

Through the glass, Xu Yao watched the black-and-white creature inside. Someone nearby was shouting, “sunny, cheerful boy,” while all around her were the constant clicks of cameras, bursts of excited cheers from visitors, and the occasional shout from security trying to keep things under control.

“It’s really too cute,” Xu Yao said, wearing sunglasses and a mask, as she stared at the adorable panda in the air-conditioned room. She couldn’t contain her excitement and resorted to posting it on her social media.

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Under Lu Ye’s protection, Xu Yao went to the zoo in the capital. Perhaps because it was summer vacation, the zoo was bustling with crowds, filled with tourists constantly coming and going.

The panda inside is the star animal of the zoo, attracting a large crowd of visitors.

Through the glass, Xu Yao watched the black-and-white creature inside. Someone nearby was shouting, “sunny, cheerful boy,” while all around her were the constant clicks of cameras, bursts of excited cheers from visitors, and the occasional shout from security trying to keep things under control.

“It’s really too cute,” Xu Yao said, wearing sunglasses and a mask, as she stared at the adorable panda in the air-conditioned room. She couldn’t contain her excitement and resorted to posting it on her social media.

After watching for a while, Xu Yao reluctantly gave up her spot to other visitors and continued to explore the zoo with Lu Ye.

Lu Ye walked behind Xu Yao, holding a small electric fan and directing the breeze towards her.

Noticing the sweat rolling down his neatly cropped hair, Xu Yao suggested he use the fan for himself, but Lu Ye remained unfazed, as if he hadn’t heard her, still holding the fan towards her.

“The weather now is too hot, we’ll need to be mindful of heatstroke,” Xu Yao said, upon recalling her employees who had to constantly run around to collect rent and reminded him, “Make sure to inform the production team to be cautious of fire hazards in this dry weather, and also provide them with some heatstroke allowance for the team members.”

Once summer temperatures rise, the risk of fire increases significantly. Xu Yao still remembered how the author had casually mentioned Old Master Cui Guoqiang’s cause of death during his funeral in the original novel. It had happened through a conversation Liu Yingxia had with the original male lead, and it seemed to have been related to a fire.

Lu Ye nodded, indicating he had noted it down.

“Miss Yaoyao, do you really like that panda?” Lu Ye suddenly asked her.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t like pandas? It’s not just that one, but all the other pandas are cute too,” Xu Yao replied with a smile, even taking Lu Ye to buy some panda-themed merchandise to satisfy her affection.

If it weren’t for the risk of getting hauled into the station for a “chat,” most netizens—including Xu Yao—have probably fantasized about keeping one of those black-and-white national treasures as a pet.

“Although pandas can’t be kept as pets, they can still be adopted,” said Lu Ye.

Adopting a panda doesn’t mean purchasing a national treasure outright either. Rather, the adopter gains visitation rights and can be constantly notified about the panda, with some even gaining the right to name it. The adoption fee often goes entirely toward the panda’s care.

Xu Yao was taken aback and then gave Lu Ye a thumbs up. That was a pretty good idea.

After touring the zoo, they hurried home. Xu Yao felt the heat was unbearable and checked the weather forecast, noting that temperatures in many areas had already reached over 40°C.

[Ji Zhengqing: Yaoyao, what are your thoughts on having a dog deliver the engagement ring?]

As someone who had come to this world to retire, Xu Yao was very open to the idea of having pets. After all, who didn’t love furry creatures?

The engagement ceremony was set to take place in just a few days, and many friends had already received their invitations.

Xu Yao quickly replied that it was a great idea, and Ji Zhengqing immediately sent her two pictures to choose from: one was a very clever-looking black-and-white border collie, while the other was a husky with clear and silly eyes.

Xu Yao: “…”

Wait a minute, no, the post she had made on WeChat Moments, “I really want to raise a black-and-white furry creature,” was referring to a panda!

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“Miss Xu Yao is truly considerate towards our production team, even calling to remind us to be cautious of fire hazards in the filming studio,” said Zhao Haisheng, looking at the several large insulated foam boxes in front of him filled with ice drinks that had just been delivered, feeling so moved he was almost about to cry.

Zhao Haisheng immediately arranged for the staff to check the surroundings thoroughly, ensuring that there would be no chance of any electrical fires.

The more preferentially Xu Yao treated them, the more worried Director Zhao became. With Sister Yao investing so much money, could he successfully push Old Master Cui Guoqiang into the spotlight while still maintaining the show’s popularity? Director Zhao suddenly felt uncertain.

“Alright, alright, the premiere is about to start, everyone take your positions.”

This variety show was an online program, presented to the audience through a combination of livestreaming and post-production editing. As the show began, viewers flooded into the livestream. The online audience wasn’t shockingly large, but it wasn’t insignificant either.

“Can’t we get even a bit of screen time on the livestream?” Liu Yingxia, seated in the juniors’ section, asked softly as she watched the camera stay fixed on the backstage. Aside from the brief ten-odd seconds during introductions, they hadn’t gotten any screen time at all!

A staff member replied apologetically, “That’s how it is for now.”

Liu Yingxia suppressed her frustration and sat gloomily in her seat. So what were they doing now? Despite not having a camera follow them, they still had to sit there without being able to use their phones, feeling as if they were in prison.

Since there were no live cameras on them, the younger generation became much bolder. One girl whispered to Liu Yingxia, “Teacher Liu, don’t you think this is just like getting paid to slack off? I think it’s pretty good.”

Liu Yingxia was speechless. She had always had lofty ambitions; she wanted to become a top star in the entertainment industry and even go global, not to be completely invisible sitting below like a complete nobody, which made her very uncomfortable.

Xu Yao seemed to know exactly what she wanted and deliberately teased and disgusted her with it.

“Old Master Cui, in a moment, you’ll introduce yourself on stage for three minutes, and then a female guest will light up her light for you. If you get chosen, you’ll form a ‘preliminary couple,'” a staff member said cheerfully to the nervous Old Master Cui Guoqiang in the preparation room.

Old Master Cui’s weathered face turned bright red, and his only healthy right hand nervously twisted the hem of his clothes.

How are today’s young people so bold? To think that dating could be done so openly now. Back in their day, matchmaking was done discreetly, and couples even walked far apart when together on the street.

Having lived a solitary life, Old Master Cui had no experience in such matters. The thought of so many elderly ladies waiting for him outside made him even more anxious.

[Hahaha Grandpa Cui is so cute! In the pilot episode, he looked so fierce doing military boxing, but now he’s so nervous he’s pacing all over the waiting room—such an adorable contrast!]

[How did Grandpa Cui’s left hand become disabled? I wonder if those grandmas will like him—after all, he’s missing a hand.]

[Look at Grandpa Cui—he’s in such great form for this matchmaking! And then there’s me… I go on blind dates every day and feel completely numb now. Every person I meet leaves me totally calm, no ripples at all.]

[Ahhh I’m worried about Grandpa Cui. It’s true Xu Yao is really promoting him, but among all the grandpas his overall conditions are probably the weakest, and his looks are pretty average too… Don’t come at me, I’m genuinely just worried about him QAQ]

Many netizens have a strong affection for retired veterans, so there are hardly any trolls in the livestream, and the comments are quite appropriate. Moreover, Director Zhao has specifically arranged for staff in the livestream to act as moderators; anyone who dares to speak nonsense will be directly muted without hesitation.

There are quite a few netizens in the livestream. Originally, based on Cui Guoqiang’s identity as an ordinary person, his livestream viewership should be the lowest among all the guests, but after the production team’s vigorous promotion, Grandpa Cui’s livestream is now among the top three in terms of online viewers.

“Young Lady, are there a lot of people watching the show?” Cui Guoqiang hurriedly asked upon seeing the staff member about to leave.

The staff member immediately stopped and taught Cui Guoqiang how to check the number of viewers in the livestream, which is now currently at around three to four hundred thousand.

Cui Guoqiang clicked his tongue in amazement, “So many people? That’s enough to form several armies.” Three to four hundred thousand is already considered quite a lot for Cui Guoqiang.

Outside, some of the other elderly men who were guests have already introduced themselves. Some old gentlemen are dressed in formal suits and ties, while others seriously recount their previous marital lives or directly lay out their requirements for their blind dates.

Light it up, light it up, light it up!

This program consists of ten elderly men and ten elderly women. These old ladies are all women who have experienced life, so they didn’t bother holding back at all when they complained.

The old ladies didn’t mince their words and continued to unreservedly gossip with the other old sisters present, “Coming in here and saying you want a well-maintained old lady, and that she must be under 65 years old. Why don’t they look at their own face that’s full of wrinkles, not to mention he’s not even 1.7 meters tall but still has the nerve to be so picky. I’m turning my light off!”

Another short-haired grandma chimed in with a sarcastic tone, “Five properties in the capital? Oh wow, how impressive, truly amazing. If those homes aren’t in my name, what’s the use? I’ve got seven or eight places in Haicheng myself! What’s with this light lighting up—don’t light up!”

“……”

[Hahaha, elderly matchmaking is just so realistic, not to mention it’s super blunt too. Honestly, why even bother finding a partner at this age?]

[Looking for a companion is totally normal, after all, everyone has their own emotional needs. And Grandpa Zhao Guoli is impressive! Seven grandmas lit up for him—that’s probably the most out of all the grandpas, right?]

[Grandpa Zhao’s already been married four times, how could he not be impressive? [doge1]]

[Does anyone know who the second old lady from the left is? I’ve been watching from the start and she hasn’t lit up once, so I still haven’t even gotten a clear look at her face.]

Xu Yao was about to fly to the Lipana Islands for her engagement party and took a moment to check the variety show. This variety show hadn’t been mentioned in the original novel, so Xu Yao wasn’t very clear about what was going on.

Although all the elderly ladies who were guests were going crazy with the roasting, they were still participating and would choose to turn their lights on or off. Only the elderly lady in the left corner had never lit up her light. The dim lighting at the filming site also meant that many netizens throughout the show never knew who she was, making her seem as if she were isolated from the world.

[Found it—she’s Grandma Zhou Cuilan. She was a famous singer back in the last century. Apparently she had a fiancé who died young, and has remained unmarried ever since then.]

[My mom loves Grandma Cuilan’s songs, and we even still have her CDs at home. It’s totally normal for younger people not to recognize her.]

[She’s already come on the show, so isn’t it a bit much to never light up at all? At least give the other old men some face. Showing up but giving zero response, that’s unacceptable. Was she dragged here by her grandnephew or something?]

The grandnephew sitting below was startled by the comments and felt extremely wronged. It was clearly Grandma Cuilan who strongly requested him to bring her here, and he hadn’t forced his elder to participate in the show at all.

Xu Yao looked at the names in the comments and suddenly raised her eyebrows in surprise. This grandma had appeared at Grandpa Cui Guoqiang’s funeral in the original novel!

Xu Yao suddenly realized something, and a hint of a smile appeared on her delicate face.

She hoped that Grandpa Cui Guoqiang could fulfill his wish and also truly find someone to share his later years with.

“Let’s go.” Ji Zhengqing reached out to help Xu Yao board the plane. Xu Yao’s gaze wandered around the interior of Ji Zhengqing’s private jet.

Just wait, her older brother had already bought her a private jet; she would soon have one too!

Grandpa Cui Guoqiang was reminded by the staff to prepare to enter, making the old man extremely nervous. He adjusted his clothes with one hand and walked out with his head held high and chest out.

Cui Guoqiang stood on stage, facing the microphone, and said grandly, “Hello everyone, my name is Cui Guoqiang, I am seventy-three years old, and I am a retired veteran.”

Cui Guoqiang paused for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed as he said, “I’m sorry everyone, I didn’t come to the show to find a partner; actually, I wanted to find someone…”

With a ding, someone on the far left, in the second position, suddenly lit up their light first.

An elderly woman with her hair styled in a bun smiled gently. She wore an elegant long dress, with a shawl draped over her arm, and wore a lustrous jade bracelet on her wrist. Truly not even time could defeat this beauty, and though her skin has developed wrinkles, her bone structure remains beautiful.

Cui Guoqiang looked at the old lady who lit up her light, his voice suddenly coming to a halt, his mind going blank.

Both the audience on-site as well as the netizens online were stunned. Someone had lit up their light so quickly!

[Grandma Zhou Cuilan, the singer, actually lit up her light? She didn’t light up for any of the previous seven grandpas, yet she lit up for Old Master Cui before he’d even spoken for half a minute…]

[AHHH, is this seriously not scripted? This feels straight out of a romance novel plot!]

[Hahaha Grandpa Cui is speechless, he got instantly proven wrong, huh? Didn’t he say he wasn’t looking for a partner?]

[Is Xu Yao helping Grandpa Cui because she wants to find him a companion? And the one he’s meant to find is Grandma Zhou Cuilan? This is such a novel-like storyline—I’m obsessed!]

[Replying to the above! So renting from Xu Yao = getting a partner thrown in? Xu Yao, my goddess!]

[Grandma Zhou Cuilan lit up? She didn’t light up for the previous seven grandpas, but Grandpa Cui Guoqiang hasn’t even spoken for half a minute and she lights up…]

A group of netizens started to cheer in the comments, all saying they wanted to rent Xu Yao’s house, waiting for her to arrange partners for them.

“Ding—”, “Ding—”!

One after another, the sound of lights lighting up followed, and after Grandma Zhou Cuilan, all the other grandmas followed suit, lighting up together and illuminating the program’s venue!

They all knew that Xu Yao strongly supported Old Master Cui Guoqiang, and they had to give her this face. But the most crucial point was that they had all experienced that era and held a stronger affection for retired veterans.

Ten old ladies, ten bright lights, all shining tonight for Cui Guoqiang!

Liu Yingxia watched on expressionlessly. This was definitely going to be an iconic scene from the show, but unfortunately, it all had nothing to do with her, not even appearing in a single camera shot.

However, the netizens in the livestream went wild.

[! All the lights are on! So much for my earlier worries, they were all total nonsense. These grandmas are really giving him face. Grandpa Cui is even more popular than Grandpa Zhao!]

[This is a plot straight out of a novel, seriously a novel plot. Grandpa Cui has so much presence—he must be able to brag about this to other old guys for the rest of his life, right? Every old lady seems to think he’s a catch! Grandpa Cui is amazing, hahaha!]

[Grandpa Cui, didn’t you say you weren’t looking for a partner? Don’t be polite and turn them down now! [doge holding a flower.jpg]]

[Just here to watch the fun: Grandpa Cui, hurry up and boldly turn them down! Even if all ten lights are on, reject them anyway, hahaha!]

The viewership of the livestream surged due to the ten lights all being lit up.

Old Master Cui Guoqiang’s face turned red, and he seemed to be completely bewildered, looking at the lights that were all on.

Could a disabled old man like him receive this kind of treatment? His conditions weren’t exactly that great, yet the old ladies had still lit up the lights for him?

Cui Guoqiang stared at the first old lady who lit a light for him, Grandma Zhou Cuilan. He scratched his gray hair and said uncertainly, “You look familiar. Have we met before?”

Look!

Look at how direct the elderly are in pursuing love!

So what if it’s a cliche pick-up line? As long as it works, it’s fine. Our Grandpa Cui Guoqiang is much better than the young people nowadays.

Zhou Cuilan smiled and said, “When I was young, I once went to Dawu Village in Qinglong Township as an educated youth. Back then, they liked to call me Little Cui.”

Cui Guoqiang was completely stunned. The microphone in his hand dropped with a heavy clatter onto the floor, yet his aged, clouded eyes didn’t shift away from Grandma Cuilan for even a second.

Little Cui…

Little Cui!

His mind, which had long since grown forgetful, suddenly became startlingly clear. Cui Guoqiang had been born into an ordinary farming family in a place called Dawu Village in Qinglong Township. When he was young, an educated youth had come to the village to teach.

A young girl in a floral shirt appeared in Cui Guoqiang’s mind, always standing behind the locust tree, watching him with her hands behind her back.

People liked to call her “Little Cui,” because the local accent made it sound like “Little Cui.”2 Every time that name was called, Cui Guoqiang would instinctively respond, only to be met with teasing laughter from those around him. And just like that, the two young people gradually grew closer without even realizing it.

It wasn’t until he went to the battlefield and returned that he heard that Little Cui had already gone back home, and her family had taken her to Hong Kong and arranged a marriage for her.

Grandma Zhou Cuilan smiled with boundless kindness and called out to him just like she did decades ago, “Brother Qiang.”

Her parents said he was dead, and that he hadn’t even left a trace of his bones behind. She didn’t believe it and frantically wrote him letters, but she never received a reply. Gradually, she began to believe it.

She thought about obeying her parents’ wishes, but her fiancé died unexpectedly, and she never married again, nor did she have any thoughts of marrying.

Cui Guoqiang instantly burst into tears, large tears streaming down his face. His straight back bent slightly as he cried harder and harder. He raised his only usable right hand and covered his tear-streaked face.

This twist stunned everyone. W-what was happening?

[Holy shit, was it mutual all along? I knew Zhou Cuilan was a songstress back in the day, so why would she stoop to joining this underwhelming senior dating show? She must have come for Grandpa Cui! No wonder she didn’t light up for any of the earlier grandpas.]

[Waaah, the love stories back then are just too shippable. Grandpa Cui lived a lonely single life while Grandma Cuilan never married after her fiancé passed away either… they lost their entire youth, this hurts so much.]

[I get it now, I finally understand Xu Yao’s intention! She’s letting Grandpa Cui make up for the regrets of his youth in his later years. I’m going to cry, my goddess Yaoyao!]

[Who’s crying their eyes out like a dog? Me! I don’t envy young couples showing off their love—I only envy love in old age.]

Director Zhao was completely unaware of this turn of events. He looked at the microphone that had fallen to the ground and at the two elderly people who were shedding tears. He suddenly realized—

His elderly pure love couple might actually work.

Without a doubt, Cui Guoqiang and Zhou Cuilan formed a “preliminary couple” in the show and even made it to the trending searches.

Cui Guoqiang still remembered that he hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye to Zhou Cuilan before he left. He felt he had let down such a good girl, and never dared to imagine that he would see her again in this life.

After that incident, Cui Guoqiang didn’t say what he originally intended to say, and he even developed a slight fondness for the show.

“Photographer, have you gotten around to that photo of mine yet?” Cui Guoqiang asked while picking wildflowers by the roadside, not forgetting to ask the photographer, “That’s the person I’m looking for; don’t lose it.”

The photographer quickly replied, “I’ve been busy with overtime lately, but don’t worry, I’ll definitely get it to you in the next couple of days. Grandpa Cui, are you picking flowers for Grandma Cuilan?”

Old Master Cui Guoqiang smiled somewhat shyly. He even pretended to glare at him and said, “Why do young people talk so much? Aren’t you ashamed!”

[Hahaha, is Grandpa Cui feeling shy again? Picking flowers for his girlfriend, I really wish my dog boyfriend would learn a thing or two from Grandpa!]

[What preliminary couple? I’m demanding the Civil Affairs Bureau to move over here right now! We, the millions of netizens, are collectively witnessing this moment.]

[No matter how long it’s been, true love really does transcend time! I envy the feelings of people from that era; true love lasts forever!]

Grandpa Cui Guoqiang didn’t know much about flowers, but since he thought they were beautiful, he wanted to give them to Grandma Cuilan.

“Where can I borrow a bicycle? Oh dear, your shared bicycles don’t even have a back seat anymore.” Cui Guoqiang asked the production team while holding a bouquet of flowers.

People from that era would ride bicycles with their beloved girls on the back seat, cycling through the woods, watching the sun rise and set.

Cui Guoqiang felt as if he had suddenly returned to his youth, feeling as if he suddenly had boundless energy. He was like a young boy who had just tasted the sweetness of love, feeling that there was never enough time. He had so many things he wanted to do with Little Cui.

Cui Guoqiang and Zhou Cuilan, this elderly couple, bravely defied expectations and moved countless netizens to tears upon learning that they had missed each other in their youth, only to finally reunite in their old age, both rushing towards each other once again.

In other elderly matchmaking shows, the reality of older people seeking companions is laid bare, and at first, netizens might find it fresh and love the lively atmosphere.

But now, things are different.

Because the pure love “Double Cui” couple has burst onto the scene!

The couple disregarded each other’s circumstances and family background, focusing solely on their pure affection, instantly attracting countless netizens.

It’s common for young people to flaunt their affection only to break up in the end, but such a pure and loving elderly romance is something that countless netizens yearn for and envy.

They had lived on the same land, gazed at the same waning moon, and had both hoped for each other’s well-being despite being in entirely different places.

Grandpa Cui Guoqiang is especially endearing to this crowd of netizens. He seems to have suddenly regained his youth again, acting like a young man in love, engaging in various romantic gestures, his contrasting charm melting the hearts of countless female netizens.

The Civil Affairs Bureau has been tagged by netizens countless times already. Some even boldly declared that Grandpa Cui Guoqiang and Grandma Zhou Cuilan are the best marriage-urging advertisements of the year!

“Grandpa Cui, why don’t you ride a bike with Grandma Cuilan on the island? Pedal along the deserted seaside paths against the sea breeze,” a staff member from the show asked with a smile.

Cui Guoqiang thought for a moment and felt that this scene was beautiful. In his memory, Sister Cuilan had always been a girl who loved beauty. She would braid her hair more beautifully than other girls, and she always carried a faint floral fragrance on her.

Cui Guoqiang suddenly shook his head violently, his old face turning red with embarrassment again. He had blushed more times in this period than in the past several decades.

Cui Guoqiang began to look forward to this show.

“Grandpa Cui Guoqiang, please accept the latest task from the dating show,” a staff member approached with a beaming smile, handing him an invitation.

Cui Guoqiang, who could read, opened the envelope to check. As he read the task aloud, his gray mustache twitched, “Please successfully invite the girl you admire to a villa on the Lipana Islands for a sweet seaside date.”

Cui Guoqiang’s old face turned red again, feeling that the tasks written by these young people were really cheesy, filled with phrases like “admire” and “sweet date.”

[A villa on the Lipana Islands? Wow, the production team really did get their investment from Xu Yao! I heard this is a private island, and the owners are super wealthy! The scenery is breathtaking, and there’ll be no other tourists around.]

[Ahhh, my Grandpa Cui, why don’t you propose to Grandma Cuilan right there at the villa in the Lipana Islands? I support you!]

[Proposal! Proposal! Everyone shout ‘Proposal!’ with me! If you don’t get married, I’ll roll on the ground and refuse to get up.]

Cui Guoqiang held the task letter tightly in his hand and declared confidently, “I accept the mission!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Guoqiang suddenly remembered that decades ago, he had also wanted to formally express his feelings to Cuilan and had even arranged to meet her under that locust tree.

But he hadn’t gone, and Zhou Cuilan had waited under that locust tree all night.

Although he had never regretted the choice he made that night, he also couldn’t bear to part with the girl who waited for him all night. A wave of unease washed over Cui Guoqiang; it shouldn’t be like that night, right?

[Is Grandpa Cui worried that Grandma Cuilan won’t agree to go on a date with you on the island? Don’t worry, that’s absolutely impossible.]

[It’s still possible she might not agree, maybe Grandma is shy? Hahaha, Grandma Cuilan’s grandnephew already revealed online that he will definitely bring Grandma Cuilan!]

[Turns out that all men in the midst of pursuing women will feel nervous and insecure, regardless of their age, and Grandpa Cui is no exception to that.]

[The scenery in the Lipana Islands is insanely beautiful—I’m all set to capture gorgeous screenshots of the grandpas and grandmas, I’m so happy I could spin in circles!]

Not many netizens knew about the Lipana Islands, and there was very little information online, only that it was a private island with multiple owners.

Because it is a private island, the scenery has become exceptionally beautiful after development, with crystal-clear waters along the shore; even a casual snapshot looks picturesque.

This is simply the perfect place for couples to date, propose, get engaged, or even marry!

Xu Yao’s engagement banquet is also on one of the islands owned by the Ji family in the archipelago. Since the archipelago has strong security measures, there is no worry about the production team showing up, so they just staggered the timing. The engagement banquet is scheduled before Grandpa Cui Guoqiang’s date.

Friends like Qu Xi and Ming Chan have already been transported to the island by the yacht arranged by the Xu family.

Xu Yao’s engagement banquet is about to begin.

Xu Yao watched as the husky happily chased the little border collie, deeply doubting whether the husky had enough intelligence to deliver an engagement ring. Could the clever border collie even follow orders to deliver it?

Xu Yao stared at Ji Zhengqing’s back as he walked towards her in a tailored black suit, and she couldn’t help but mentally complain, You bring two pet dogs instead of a building, how stingy! She even doubted whether Ji Zhengqing really intended to give her a building as He Fan analyzed last time. It didn’t seem like it.

Ji Zhengqing had no idea what Xu Yao was thinking. He approached her in his custom-made black suit and handed her a letter.

Xu Yao was surprised, “What is this?”

Ji Zhengqing smiled faintly. “I’ve thought about it for a long time. The Ji family’s ownership of this archipelago, I’ll give it to you as an engagement gift.”

Since he couldn’t give her the Ji Group—at least, not for now.


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  1. sarcastic/joking tone marker ↩︎
  2. Accent confusion (“小翠” ≈ “小崔”) → creates a natural, sweet misunderstanding ↩︎

GV Ch 9 — Labour is the Most Glorious

When the educated youth arrived at the brigade, a severe snowstorm was raging, leaving the herders, farmers, and foresters living there too preoccupied with their own survival. Now that the weather had cleared, word spread that the educated youth had come out to labor alongside everyone, drawing many curious onlookers eager to watch them work.

The vast grasslands were sparsely populated, and even during the winter hibernations, strangers were a rare sight, let alone urban intellectuals.

Some brigade members stood at a distance, gesturing and commenting on whether the educated youth were any good at the work, while others remarked how the young women were as thin as monkeys.

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When the educated youth arrived at the brigade, a severe snowstorm was raging, leaving the herders, farmers, and foresters living there too preoccupied with their own survival. Now that the weather had cleared, word spread that the educated youth had come out to labor alongside everyone, drawing many curious onlookers eager to watch them work.

The vast grasslands were sparsely populated, and even during the winter hibernations, strangers were a rare sight, let alone urban intellectuals.

Some brigade members stood at a distance, gesturing and commenting on whether the educated youth were any good at the work, while others remarked how the young women were as thin as monkeys.

At first, the four girls felt a bit self-conscious under the scrutiny, but once they got to work, they soon quickly forgot about it.

The recent snow disaster had left thick blankets of snow everywhere, not only blocking the roads, but also burying the brigade’s rooftops and courtyards.

Led by the herder auntie, Sulen, Lin Xuejun and the three other female educated youth joined several capable women in clearing the snow from all the brigade’s rooftops. This was to prevent the snow from being compacted by the wind and freezing into solid blocks, which could either collapse the roofs or suddenly injure someone below when dislodged.

When clearing the clean, uncontaminated snow, a few people would hold out cloth sacks below to catch it, while one person climbed a ladder to sweep the snow down.

Auntie Sulen worked swiftly and skillfully. While Lin Xuejun hacked and swept at the snow with a long pole, leaving the rooftop in disarray, Auntie Sulen used a deft technique to cut the snow into neat blocks, like tofu, and gently nudged them down. Each block slid smoothly into the cloth held open by those below.

The intact snow was collected in baskets and could even be taken home to boil for drinking water.

“Wow! That’s amazing!”

“Oh my, why can’t I do it right?”

“Mama1 Sulen, how do you do it?”

The young female educated youth widened their eyes in admiration, their gazes fixed on Auntie Sulen. The stern expression she had worn earlier from worrying that the educated youth might be uncooperative or defiant instantly softened into a warm, friendly smile.

“Vibration, gibberish, avalanche…” Auntie Sulen could understand their questions but struggled to articulate her response, mixing Mongolian with fragments of Mandarin and gesturing wildly.

Lin Xuejun pretended to comprehend—though she actually understood perfectly—and chimed in, “So you first cut the snow into blocks, then use the vibration of the roof, like an avalanche, to make the whole block slide down?”

“Yes, yes.” Auntie Sulen gave a thumbs-up and nodded, impressed by Lin Xuejun’s grasp of the technique.

Through a mix of gestures and broken communication, they managed to work their way from house to house. Gradually, both Lin Xuejun and Meng Tianxia learned to sweep the snow off the roofs in neat blocks, earning Auntie Sulen’s approval as star pupils who had managed to master the skill in a single day.

By evening, when the four girls returned to their large tiled house, their arms were so sore they could barely lift them.

The male educated youth had it even worse. They had spent the entire day shoveling the roads with the brigade leader and a team of burly Mongolian men. Even after all that effort, the brigade’s snow had only barely been cleared, leaving them all utterly exhausted, looking like beaten grandsons2.

Among the four, Wang Jianguo, who was the most lively, proceeded to wail as he shared their miserable experiences of the day with the ladies. For example, how shoveling snow had left their arms and feet numb from exertion, how their palms were covered in blisters, how their feet ached the moment they touched the ground, how pushing wheelbarrows full of snow was even worse, leaving their entire backs sore and unbearable, and how they had to wake up early the next day to clear the snow paths outside the brigade, lest the snow freeze solid and make the cattle and horses slip, hindering both travel and transport… 

The girls burst into laughter as they listened, chiming in with their own tales of the day, as if being utterly exhausted from labor was something worth celebrating.

After dinner, Lin Xuejun refused to let everyone collapse. Instead, she urged those who could still move to boil water for hot towels so they could apply heat to each other’s sore muscles and treat their wounds.

If these young people, with no medical knowledge and even less work experience, were left to their own devices, there was no doubt that all eight of them would be incapacitated by morning.

After the hot compresses, mutual massages, and bandaging, the educated youths felt their revolutionary camaraderie had deepened.

They had planned to sleep early to let their bodies recover fully, but lying on the heated kang, though their bodies were so exhausted they felt like they might give out—too tired to even chat—their spirits remained oddly exhilarated.

“Let me sing you a lullaby my grandmother used to sing to me when I was little,” Yi Xiuyu’s voice suddenly broke the darkness of the room.

Everyone agreed, and Yi Xiuyu cleared her throat:

“Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby, 

The little boat rocks to Grandma’s bridge,

Grandma, Grandma hello!

Grandma smiles at me so wide…”

Sure enough, some of them had indeed drifted off.

Filled with a sense of accomplishment, Yi Xiuyu continued her soft singing, lulling her older “siblings” to sleep:

“…Grandma calls me her good child,

 One pack of fruit, one pack of candy,

After sweet dates, there’s still cake to try…”

“Gurgle!” Lin Xuejun’s stomach suddenly let out a loud growl, loud enough to drown out Yi Xiuyu’s singing.

“…” Yi Xiuyu.

 “…” Lin Xuejun.

“Let’s just sleep.” Yi Xiuyu immediately decided to stop singing.

 “…Okay,” Lin Xuejun whispered in reply.

“Gurgle…”

 “…”

The tiled house sank back into dark silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of firewood collapsing in the stove and the soft pops of flames.

…

The next day, the female educated youths, having already cleared the snow from the brigade’s tiled roofs and yurt tops, thought their workload would be lighter compared to the male youths, who still had to shovel snow.

But before dawn, the brigade leader came knocking.

In early spring, the brigade usually received lambs for the winter, which required some to stay behind and care for the ewes and newborn lambs up to two months old, which took up a significant part of the labor force.

With the sheep in the brigade’s pens running low on grass, another group had to be sent to the mountains to cut more, further depleting the workforce.

Add to that snow-clearing, road-shoveling, livestock shed maintenance, and other tasks, and there simply weren’t enough hands.

The brigade leader did the math—they still needed people to take advantage of the clear weather to herd sheep, cattle, horses, and camels. This was a critical task.

“For safety, we always send two or more people together for herding,” the brigade leader said, sitting on the edge of the kang in the educated youths’ tiled house, warming his hands under the heated bedding. “But with the current labor shortage, we have no choice but to pair each of you with an experienced ‘old’ herder. It’s simply unavoidable.”

“I’ve picked four particularly gentle horses for you to choose from later. Whether you’ve ridden before or not, give it a try. Herding sheep and cattle may involve riding long distances, but the pace is slow. If you’re afraid of riding, you can walk alongside the livestock instead. If you get tired, you can ride the short-legged Mongolian horses with the herders’ help. If you’re too scared to ride horses, you can try riding a docile camel or a non-pregnant cow instead. I’m sure you’ll all be able to learn while herding, right?”

In the brigade leader’s view, what was so difficult about riding horses? Even children who were only as tall as tables in the pastoral areas dared to start riding. By the time they were ten years old, whether it was boys or girls, they could already help their families with herding. These educated youths were already so grown up—how could they not be able to learn how to ride?

Hearing this, the passionate and competitive female educated youths didn’t protest at all, and they all began to feel eager to try.

Lin Xuejun followed Meng Tianxia, who looked as fervent as if she were about to march out to battle, out of the tiled house, glancing back at the equally excited Yi Xiuyu and others. Remembering how her inner thighs and buttocks had been rubbed raw after her first horse ride, she silently scratched her cheek.

…

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If this were the 21st century, young people could easily find out online that learning horseback riding wasn’t so easy. Going herding on one’s first ride was practically starting at a hellish difficulty.

Though not as purely labor-intensive as the men’s snow shoveling, a flock of sheep could travel 20 to 60 kilometers in a day!

Normally, walking two kilometers on flat ground would already tire people out, let alone traversing snowy plains ten times that distance on a horse they’d never ridden before… 

Standing before the four horses, Meng Tianxia and the other two still hadn’t realized what their day would entail, enthusiastically stroking the horses’ manes and praising their beauty.

Mongolian horses were indeed impressive.

In the winter of 1241, when Subutai’s main cavalry force crossed the Carpathian Mountains through the Ruska Pass and suddenly appeared at the walls of Gran in the Danube River Basin, they covered the snow-covered distance of over 300 kilometers in just three days. The nearly world-conquering iron cavalry warriors rode horses that were considered ‘closest to camels’. The Mongolian horses had superb adaptability, tolerance for rough forage, easy fattening, extreme endurance, and long lifespans.

While the brigade leader and other herders scrutinized the four educated youths with appraising eyes, Lin Xuejun carefully examined the four horses’ shoulder height, rump height, emotional stability, muscle characteristics, health condition, and hoof condition.

For judging horses, there was a folk rhyme:

“From afar, observe its coat; up close, check its four feet.

From the front, its chest is broad chest; from the rear, its rump is even.

Pinch its waist, stroke and squeeze its nose.

Wave before its eyes three times, pry open its mouth for a careful look.

Go for a walk, or better yet, take it for a ride.”

Lin Xuejun approached each horse in turn, first letting them see her clearly, then offering her hand for them to sniff before gently stroking their faces and heads.

She then examined them thoroughly, patting and inspecting them like a discerning buyer.

Born on the grasslands, she knew best that horses were like legs—without them, one couldn’t move an inch on the grasslands.

A good grassland horse knew the way, understood human nature, could sense weather and terrain, and was a herder’s family and companion—sometimes even their lifeline in critical moments.

Those who rode fine steeds were envied by herders. More than that, riders acknowledged by exceptional horses were recognised as true warriors and gained the entire grassland’s respect.

The bond between the people of the grasslands and their horses ran deep and Lin Xuejun was meticulous in choosing her own horse. When facing the four creatures before her, her expression was far more serious than before.

This was no choice to make haphazardly or treat lightly.


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  1. Here, “阿妈” (āmā) is a regional/minority-language-influenced term for “mother” or an older maternal woman, common in western and northern Chinese regions including Inner Mongolia. ↩︎
  2. “跟三孙子一样” is northern Chinese slang meaning someone looks extremely miserable, exhausted, submissive, or pathetic. ↩︎

SASCTC Ch 14

Xu Qingli inexplicably felt the atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat oppressive, as if someone was staring at her with an intense, almost scorching gaze.

Not wanting to dwell on whose gaze it was, Xu Qingli quickly found an excuse to slip away to the restroom for some peace.

But just as she finished washing her hands, someone followed her in. Looking up, she saw it was Shu Ruan.

The two exchanged a glance, and Shu Ruan sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Qingli found herself more inclined to be friendly with beauties and, for once, took the initiative to ask someone a question.

Shu Ruan turned on the faucet to wash her hands and said, “Same as you.”

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Xu Qingli inexplicably felt the atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat oppressive, as if someone was staring at her with an intense, almost scorching gaze.

Not wanting to dwell on whose gaze it was, Xu Qingli quickly found an excuse to slip away to the restroom for some peace.

But just as she finished washing her hands, someone followed her in. Looking up, she saw it was Shu Ruan.

The two exchanged a glance, and Shu Ruan sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Qingli found herself more inclined to be friendly with beauties and, for once, took the initiative to ask someone a question.

Shu Ruan turned on the faucet to wash her hands and said, “Same as you.”

Xu Qingli was momentarily confused, staring at her blankly.

Same as her?

“Didn’t you come out here to avoid Xu Linhe?” Shu Ruan paused, then asked uncertainly, “Even though the two of you seem close, you don’t seem very interested in engaging with him. Or did I misread that?”

“Oh, right.” Xu Qingli finally understood what she meant and was also quite surprised. “Are you avoiding Huo Wanfeng?”

Tonight, the only one who had been actively pursuing Shu Ruan was Huo Wanfeng.

In the original novel, the female lead adored the male lead. Despite harbouring many misunderstandings about him during the early stage of their relationship due to rumours, although she never admitted her feelings for him aloud, she always held a soft spot for him in her heart and had never avoided him before. That was why Xu Qingli hadn’t made the connection earlier.

“Yeah.” Shu Ruan curled her lips. “A good-for-nothing playboy who falls in love with every woman he meets…”

She stopped short of saying anything harsher, but the meaning was clear. She had no fondness for Huo Wanfeng whatsoever and even found him annoying.

Xu Qingli was taken aback at first but quickly realized why. In the novel, Shu Ruan’s first meeting with Huo Wanfeng happened when he had saved her and helped her out of a tight spot. In her heart, his heroic first impression had already taken root, so no matter what others said, she would find excuses to defend him or at least remain skeptical.

But now, the reality was that on the night Shu Ruan had been in danger, Huo Wanfeng, for some reason, had never shown up. In the end, it was Xu Qingli who had saved her.

The same principle of first impressions applied, but this time, Shu Ruan’s initial impression of Huo Wanfeng came from others’ descriptions—a spoiled, womanizing playboy. So when he immediately started fawning over her, it naturally didn’t earn him any favor. Instead, it only made her disdain him more.

Xu Qingli suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.

Would Huo Wanfeng still be able to win back his wife? Did she bear some responsibility for this?

Just as Xu Qingli was about to say something, a haughty voice suddenly came from behind them, “If you’re unhappy, why not say it to his face? What’s the point of gossiping behind someone’s back?”

The two turned to see Wen Xiangxiang had also come in.

“Not everyone has the privilege of a good family background, allowing them to say whatever they want,” Shu Ruan retorted with a mocking smile. “Little princess.”

“If you’re spineless, just admit it. Don’t drag family background into it. It’s pathetic to enjoy someone’s attention while badmouthing them behind their back.” Wen Xiangxiang clearly didn’t like the nickname “little princess” and bristled in response, “If you rejected him outright in public, with Seventh Brother around, who would dare pressure you? You didn’t even refuse him, yet you assume he’d definitely pester you. Are you that full of yourself, or are you just so insecure that you’re afraid he’ll actually ignore you and then have nothing to brag about?”

“Is President Wen available 24 hours a day?” Shu Ruan was so angry that her face turned red, but thinking of Wen Xiangxiang’s status, she held back and decided not to engage with her anymore. She grabbed Xu Qingli’s hand and said, “Pear Blossom, let’s go.”

However, Wen Xiangxiang immediately grabbed on to Xu Qingli’s other hand, “Pear Blossom, don’t you think I’m right?”

Xu Qingli: “…”

Just a moment ago, when Shu Ruan said she held no favourability for Huo Wanfeng, Xu Qingli was still pondering, thinking that since the plot now seemed to be diverging from the original novel, could she also avoid her own predetermined ending?

Now, however, it seems things weren’t that simple.

Some settings seemed to remain unchanged regardless of the story’s direction, such as the conflict between the female lead and the female supporting character.

In the novel, the conflict between Wen Xiangxiang and Shu Ruan arose from the casting for a promotional video.

This time, despite both of them having become the female leads for the promotional video, they still somehow couldn’t help but clash over a casual remark.

At first, Xu Qingli was confused about their conflict, but after Wen Xiangxiang’s long speech, she finally understood—although Wen Xiangxiang was just from a collateral branch of the Wen family, she had many opportunities to play with the Wen family’s children since childhood, and since Huo Wanfeng often visited the Wen family, the two of them were quite familiar with each other.

Others might think Huo Wanfeng wasn’t serious about his work, but she had genuinely seen many of his strengths and had eventually developed feelings for him. However, she knew her fate was only to enter into a marriage alliance, so she never tried to pursue anything with him.

But she couldn’t stand it when someone spoke ill of Huo Wanfeng behind his back, tarnishing his sincerity.

In the novel, the conflict between Wen Xiangxiang and Shu Ruan was only in small part due to the casting. In fact, the main reason stemmed more from Huo Wanfeng.

Currently, Shu Ruan has no emotional foundation with Huo Wanfeng, and her attitude toward him is even worse than in the novel. This conflict would likely be very difficult to resolve.

Xu Qingli didn’t consider herself cut out for mediating, nor did she want to do so.

She just wanted to come out and for some peace and quiet, so how exactly had she been caught up in this bizarre tug-of-war?

It was truly headache inducing. What should she do?

“Um…” Xu Qingli looked left and right, feeling awkward, when her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a tall and elegant figure walking by outside the door. In a moment of impulse, she shouted, “President Wen!”

Wen Qiaozhou turned around and, at first glance, spotted the little figure above Xu Qingli’s head, being pulled by Wen Xiangxiang and Shu Ruan on either side. Although she looked a bit embarrassed being sandwiched in between them, there also seemed to be something somewhat beautiful about it?

He understood now. Xu Qingli’s inner soul was probably, possibly… a bit of a lovesick fool.

Wen Qiaozhou paused for a moment before speaking, “What’s going on here?”

“President Wen.”

“Seventh Brother.”

The moment Wen Qiaozhou turned around, Wen Xiangxiang and Shu Ruan both let go of her hands and quickly slipped away, “We’re heading back now.”

In the blink of an eye, only Xu Qingli and Wen Qiaozhou were left at the scene.

Xu Qingli moved her fingers, feeling a bit of warmth still lingering in her palms, but the two who had just pulled her in both directions had already run off.

Xu Qingli: “…”

Shu Ruan could be excused, but why did Wen Xiangxiang, who had just mocked Shu Ruan for being timid, run away herself?

“I’m going back too,” Xu Qingli finally reacted and also wanted to slip away.

“Xu Qingli.” However, Wen Qiaozhou called out to her.

Xu Qingli had no choice but to halt and turn to look at him.

The little figure above her head had once again taken on a bound state.

Wen Qiaozhou frowned slightly, weighing his words for a moment before saying, “Our Wen family is a legitimate company.”

“Mm.” Xu Qingli looked at him blankly.

The little figure was still tied up, but now there was an extra ring of question marks above its head. Its big eyes were wide open, filled with nothing but pure confusion.

Wen Qiaozhou really wanted to pluck a couple of those question marks off her head. Was what he said really that hard to understand?

His fingers twitched slightly as he slipped his hands into his pockets, deciding to be more straightforward. “If anyone gives you trouble, you can report it to the company management.”

For example, she could come straight to him for help.

“Okay,” Xu Qingli nodded, but the question marks above her head didn’t decrease. Instead, another ring of them seemed to appear.

Wen Qiaozhou felt like his trypophobia was about to start acting up. He took a moment to steady himself before continuing, “If you encounter problems outside the company, you can also seek help from the company. Since we’ve signed a contract, we’re in a partnership. Don’t feel embarrassed to ask.”

“Thank you, President Wen.” Xu Qingli couldn’t understand why he was suddenly saying all this. Maybe he was trying to show concern as a leader for his employees? She wasn’t good at dealing with superiors, but she had heard about how to before. Seeing that Wen Qiaozhou seemed dissatisfied with her response, she racked her brain for a compliment. “President Wen, you’re truly the most conscientious capita—boss I’ve ever met!”

After saying this, she quickly lowered her head.

Oh my god! So awkward!

Cringing so hard I could dig a hole with my toes!

After a long silence without any response from Wen Qiaozhou, Xu Qingli cautiously looked up at him.

At that very moment, Wen Qiaozhou saw the little figure above her head suddenly tumble headfirst into a huge pit.

He was so startled that he instinctively reached out to help it.

But just as he extended his hand, he saw the little figure climb back up and shake its toes.

Somehow, its shoes had disappeared, and its round little toes were now covered in dirt.

Wen Qiaozhou usually didn’t engage with internet slang, but in that instant, it clicked for him—Xu Qingli was so embarrassed that she had “dug a hole with her toes1,” then accidentally fell into the very pit she had dug.

Wen Qiaozhou: “…”

He realized that most people simply couldn’t keep up with this girl’s train of thought. Deciding it was pointless to continue, he turned and walked away.

Xu Qingli had no idea that her toe-digging had been witnessed. She just sighed in relief and lingered outside a little longer before returning to the private room.

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The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and it didn’t take long for the gathering to end.

Xu Qingli made an excuse about her manager needing her and quickly slipped away.

“How did it go?” Shui Miao, who had indeed been waiting for her at the entrance, asked in a hushed voice the moment she saw her. “Nothing happened, right?”

“Nothing,” Xu Qingli replied.

“That’s good,” Shui Miao said, relieved.

“But let’s get out of here quickly,” Xu Qingli urged, eager to escape this troublesome place.

The two hurried to the parking garage, but just as they found their car, Xu Linhe suddenly appeared from the side. “Pear Blossom.”

Xu Qingli froze.

Why had he followed them out?

“Teacher Xu,” Shui Miao reacted quickly, greeting him with a smile. “We have something urgent to attend to, so we’ll be leaving first. Let’s catch up another time.”

“What’s the rush?” Xu Linhe didn’t step aside. Instead, he moved closer to Xu Qingli, smirking. “Pear Blossom, why does it seem like you’re avoiding me?”

Xu Qingli frowned slightly, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. He had been perfectly fine during dinner. Still, she tried to stay calm. “No, why would I avoid you?”

“Isn’t that something only you would know?” Xu Linhe said teasingly. “Maybe you’re afraid I’ll get in the way of you catching a wealthy husband?”

“Teacher Xu, you’ve misunderstood,” Shui Miao quickly interjected. “Who’s spreading these rumors anyway? It must be because they have ulterior motives. Teacher Xu, you mustn’t fall for it.”

As she spoke, she cast a puzzled glance at Xu Qingli, who was equally baffled by his sudden change in attitude.

“So seeing it with my own eyes is a misunderstanding too?” Xu Linhe sneered. “After eating the food I served you, you immediately ran off to meet someone in secret… Xu Qingli, do you think you can use me and then discard me so easily? Well, think again!”

Xu Qingli suddenly realized that Xu Linhe must have seen her talking with Wen Qiaozhou outside the restroom.

…

Did everyone end up going to the restroom during this meal?!

“First of all, you’re mistaken. There was no secret meeting,” Xu Qingli retorted, her patience wearing thin. She steeled herself and added bluntly, “Secondly, even if I were involved with someone else, it’s none of your business, is it? After all, we aren’t involved in any way.”

If she offended him, so be it. If he wanted to blacklist her, all the better then.

If this really led to the same ending as in the novel, then so be it. Better for her to die early and be reborn sooner.

“Having someone powerful backing you sure makes a difference. Look how bold you’ve become,” Xu Linhe said sarcastically. “Xu Qingli, have you forgotten? The first time we met, you were the one who threw yourself at me, trying to seduce me.”

The original owner had first met Xu Linhe on a film set. Back then, she was new to the industry, inexperienced in every way. Eager to make an impression on her first day, she had dressed beautifully, pairing her outfit with a stylish pair of stiletto heels.

But she had forgotten—the film was titled Battlefield for a reason. It was a war drama, and the set was rough, full of dust, rocks, and uneven terrain.

The original owner had accidentally stepped into a pit and was about to fall when Xu Linhe, who happened to be nearby, caught her as she instinctively reached out to him.

At the time, the original owner hadn’t yet mastered the art of “keeping fish on the hook.” She genuinely hadn’t intended for anything to happen with Xu Linhe, considering his status too high for her to approach.

But after catching her, Xu Linhe himself had behaved ambiguously first, leading the original owner to develop further ideas later.

Regardless of how it started, it was true that the original owner had indeed been stringing him along. Xu Qingli didn’t want to drag this out any longer and cut straight to the point, “You know better than I do what happened back then. Still, I’ve always been grateful to you for saving me. If that led to any misunderstandings, I apologize, I truly am sorry. But I swear, I’ve never had any feelings for you beyond those of a regular colleague. If I’m lying, may I flop immediately and leave the entertainment industry forever.”

The truth was, Xu Linhe didn’t actually care for Xu Qingli that much either. If he had, he wouldn’t have merely played with her affections for the past two years without any intention of commitment. That was also why he had let their ambiguous relationship continue for so long.

When he saw Wen Qiaozhou and Xu Qingli “meeting in secret,” today, he had been furious—partly because he did have some feelings for her, hence the flirtation, but most of it had been out of anger. Anger that they had already gotten together, yet watched him fawn over her at dinner, perhaps now even mocking him behind his back. Worse still, maybe inviting him to this dinner had been a setup from the start.

But Xu Linhe didn’t dare confront Wen Qiaozhou directly. Instead, he came to Xu Qingli, demanding an explanation.

In truth, he hadn’t even figured out what kind of explanation he truly wanted. It was entirely possible that if Xu Qingli had actually suggested they be together, he might have backed off instead. But one thing was certain: no matter what, he absolutely did not want this kind of apology from Xu Qingli.

The more sincere she sounded, the more insulted Xu Linhe felt.

Someone so desperate for fame would actually swear such a vicious oath just to distance herself from him, as if he had been the one deluding himself all along.

Xu Linhe’s fury erupted in an instant. He reached out to grab Xu Qingli’s wrist. “I’ve already given you enough face2, but you’re still pushing your luck?!”

Xu Qingli was startled, but her reflexes were quick enough to dodge.

“Teacher Xu.” Shui Miao hurried forward, shielding Xu Qingli. “Calm down.”

“Calm down my ass,” Xu Linhe snapped. “This isn’t your place to speak. Get lost!”

Xu Qingli took a deep breath and was about to pull Shui Miao aside when a deep, slightly cold male voice suddenly came from behind her, “Xu Qingli.”

“President Wen!” Never had that voice sounded so welcoming to her before. She whipped her head around.

An inconspicuous black SUV pulled up beside them, its rear window rolled down. Wen Qiaozhou lounged lazily in his seat, sweeping a detached gaze over the group before finally settling on Xu Qingli.

The chibi version of her in his vision wasn’t tied up this time. Instead, her eyes were shooting out a stream of little stars that went biubiubiu in his direction, accompanied by several floating thought bubbles: [My savior!] [Such a good person!] [May you be blessed with a fortune as vast as the Eastern Sea and a lifespan as long as the Southern Mountains!]

Wen Qiaozhou: “…”

He cleared his throat lightly and said to Xu Qingli, “Didn’t I tell you before? If someone bullies you, report it to the company’s management. Why didn’t you listen?”

Xu Qingli blinked. “I haven’t gone back to the company yet—”

“Am I not part of the company’s management?” Wen Qiaozhou interrupted.

Xu Qingli froze, still trying to figure out how to respond, but the little girl in her head had already started waving its tiny arms and spinning in circles, overjoyed like a little fool.

“President Wen.” Xu Linhe finally snapped out of it and attempted to explain. “Don’t misunderstand, I was just—”

“Xu Qingli.” Wen Qiaozhou acted as if he hadn’t heard or even glanced at Xu Linhe. “Would you mind lending your car to the company for a bit?”

The abrupt change in topic left Xu Qingli bewildered, but she nodded quickly. “Of course.”

Her car was company-provided anyway, so how could she refuse?

“Then why aren’t you getting in?” Wen Qiaozhou added.

Xu Qingli: “Huh?”

Wasn’t her car being lent out? So whose car was she supposed to get into?

“Since I’m borrowing your car, of course I’ll be responsible for sending you home.” Wen Qiaozhou pushed the car door open, even fastening his suit jacket with one hand before holding the door in a gentlemanly gesture. “Miss Xu, after you.”

Xu Qingli: !!!


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  1. When your toes curl up from embarrassment, the more they curl up into the ground and “dig”, the more embarrassing the situation. E.g. I was so embarrassed the other day, I almost dug a three storey mansion out with my toes QAQ ↩︎
  2. 我给你脸了是吧 literally “I’ve given you face,” meaning: “I’ve been treating you with respect / letting things slide”, with the implication: “Don’t push your luck” / “Know your place”Don’t push your luck ↩︎

RFCCRE Ch 34

“Get Zhao Haisheng a reliable variety show director so he can distinguish the main and secondary aspects of the show and doesn’t just try and stuff everything into it,” Xu Yao instructed He Fan as soon as she got into the car.

Xu Yao was genuinely speechless about the production planning. She could see that Director Zhao was putting a lot of effort into the show, but problems kept arising. He wanted to latch onto whatever was trending, and in the end, it turned into a mishmash of disjointed and clashing ideas.

Hand in Hand in Our Later Years was clearly a dating show for the elderly, so the main characters should be the elderly guests participating in the show, not the various young celebrities.

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“Get Zhao Haisheng a reliable variety show director so he can distinguish the main and secondary aspects of the show and doesn’t just try and stuff everything into it,” Xu Yao instructed He Fan as soon as she got into the car.

Xu Yao was genuinely speechless about the production planning. She could see that Director Zhao was putting a lot of effort into the show, but problems kept arising. He wanted to latch onto whatever was trending, and in the end, it turned into a mishmash of disjointed and clashing ideas.

Hand in Hand in Our Later Years was clearly a dating show for the elderly, so the main characters should be the elderly guests participating in the show, not the various young celebrities.

However, since the contract had already been signed, they could only make sure to clarify what the main and secondary aspects were and reduce the screen time of Liu Yingxia and her group as much as possible! If we’re talking about proportions, cutting it down to 30% exposure would already be quite good.

He Fan immediately agreed.

“Brother Lu, Brother Fan, you two haven’t done your jobs properly,” Xu Yao said while looking at her phone. On the other end, Ji Zhengqing was sharing pictures with her, and she suddenly laughed as she changed the subject.

Lu Ye remained as composed as usual, but He Fan, who still held a working-class mindset, shivered at her words. Surely she wouldn’t deduct his salary?

“Zhao Haisheng renting a house is secondary, while getting me to offer an investment is his main goal. Tell me, isn’t this just wasting my rental resources?” Xu Yao asked.

“In the future, apart from passing the online exam, those with certain assets who aren’t genuinely looking to rent won’t be allowed to rent from me.”

The properties were in her hands, and she could rent it to whoever she wanted—no one had the right to criticize her.

Lu Ye and He Fan were somewhat surprised. Since Xu Yao was unhappy with such practices, why would she still invest in him then?

Aside from the elderly Cui Guoqiang, Xu Yao also admired ordinary people who dared to take risks.

In her eyes, the first person to try something new was a brave pioneer, while the second was merely someone who only acted after seeing the money. She admired the former’s courage but wouldn’t hesitate to dismiss the latter with a smile.

The two noted it down, and after a while, He Fan realized Xu Yao hadn’t mentioned anything about deducting salaries, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Money was his lifeline!

Xu Yao glanced at the WeChat conversation she was having with Ji Zhengqing and then looked at He Fan, asking, “Would Ji Zhengqing deduct your salaries?”

He Fan replied tactfully, “The Ji Group has a reward and punishment system for employees.”

Xu Yao felt there was no need for a punishment for such trivial matters. She rubbed her chin and said, “Looking at it this way, Ji Zhengqing really does seem a bit stingy.”

After she lavishly praised Ji Group, a whole building from Ji Zhengqing had ended up flying away from her, and now there wasn’t even a peep from the other man. Whenever she recalled this, her heart ached terribly. Now, He Fan’s words further confirmed that her fiancé was indeed stingy!

Ji Zhengqing shared some pictures of potential engagement banquet venues.

[Ji Zhengqing: Which one do you like?]

Xu Yao’s spirits lifted. Was he going to give it to her? She immediately examined the pictures closely.

There were luxury hotels in the country, European-style castles full of exotic charm, beautiful islands, and mountain villas in scenic areas… 

Xu Yao skimmed through them all and suddenly exclaimed, “That island looks so familiar! It’s almost the same as the one under my name.”

Lu Ye explained, “Miss Yaoyao, you do indeed own several villas on that island, but that area is actually an archipelago.”

This archipelago was purchased by the Xu and Ji families eight years ago, with each family buying half. Xu Yao had only inherited a small part of the Xu family’s share.

Xu Yao thought the island was quite nice. She was now trending both domestically and internationally, and getting engaged at an overseas estate might also attract media attention, so going to a deserted island would be quite nice for a change.

Xu Yao replied to Ji Zhengqing and then… there was no further response.

*

Zhao Haisheng might be somewhat lacking in ability, but he was quite perceptive. It was clear that Xu Yao had only been willing to lend him a hand because of a certain someone.

His first reaction was that it was because of Liu Yingxia, but upon hearing that her grand-uncle was also a tenant of Xu Yao, he immediately became cautious, worried that he might mistakenly highlight the wrong person after finally securing investment.

Zhao Haisheng felt something was off and asked, “Hey Yingxia, did Xu Yao respond to your apology online?”

Liu Yingxia was instantly embarrassed. Director Zhao really knew how to hit the nail on the head.

Her apology letter had already been fermenting online for two or three days now, but Xu Yao acted as if she never went online, giving her no response and leaving her hanging.

Liu Yingxia secretly regretted revealing that her grand-uncle was also a tenant of Xu Yao. She forced a laugh and said, “Not yet.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Haisheng understood completely. If Xu Yao really was investing in his variety show because of Liu Yingxia, how could she not respond to Liu Yingxia’s apology letter online? That was impossible.

Having already come to a conclusion in his mind, Zhao Haisheng smiled as he nodded and decisively hung up the call with Liu Yingxia.

Liu Yingxia felt uneasy after receiving Director Zhao’s call and could only keep reassuring herself that she had already signed the contract with the production team a long time ago. Plus, Xu Yao’s increased investment would also be beneficial for her exposure. However, Liu Yingxia always felt that this matter was not that simple. After all, Xu Yao was quite unpredictable.

The divine landlady Xu Yao had helped another one of her tenants again!

Zhao Haisheng’s elderly dating show Hand in Hand in Our Later Years secured a two hundred million investment from Xu Yao, making countless people in the entertainment industry green with envy.

Did this landlady really not care about losing her own money just to make her tenants happy?

This elderly dating show was not well-regarded in the industry and was considered a chaotic mess of ideas. Yet Xu Yao actually invested in it, and rumour had it that she also arranged for professional directors to come in and revise the show’s rules.

Originally, Zhao Haisheng had to sell his house and scrape together investment to fund the show, but now he could confidently produce the show with peace of mind.

“My goodness, sell the house then! I want to sell my house too,” someone exclaimed with red eyes after seeing the news. “I’m going to rent Xu Yao’s property too.”

Once they made money from Xu Yao’s investment, they could always buy another property, and who knows, they might even be able to afford buying a super-sized villa. Putting aside everything else, this group of people believed they were far superior to Zhao Haisheng, so if he could secure Xu Yao’s investment, then so could they!

With Zhao Haisheng being the first to take the plunge, others seriously followed suit, selling all their properties and planning to seek out Xu Yao.

“Shouldn’t we reconsider this? I feel like I heard that Xu Yao isn’t doing this for Director Zhao, but rather to support Liu Yingxia?” Someone expressed hesitation.

One of the friends beside her immediately spat in disgust, “Would Xu Yao really support Liu Yingxia in that terrible variety show? You might as well be trying to fool Liu Yingxia’s fans—and even they wouldn’t believe it!”

Excluding a few die-hard fans, netizens these days were all quite sharp.

Liu Yingxia had forced Xu Yao out of the industry, creating this irreconcilable grievance. Even if Xu Yao truly was a saint who let bygones be bygones, fine—but would she really go out of her way to fawn over Liu Yingxia despite all that? How pathetic would that make her?!

Netizens had all witnessed how crazed and vengeful Xu Yao could be. After all, she was the type to go head-to-head in court just for her tenants. So there’s no way she’d go sucking up to Liu Yingxia, right? It’s not like she was crazy.

Especially when the news broke about the elderly dating show Hand in Hand in Our Later Years and the exposure rate for celebrities dropped to 30%, it became even more obvious.

If Xu Yao really were trying to support Liu Yingxia, would she reduce Liu Yingxia’s exposure? Impossible!

That was the normal logic.

When Liu Yingxia received this news, she was utterly devastated.

“Our screen time as younger celebrity guests has been reduced to 30%? Is Director Zhao out of his mind?!” Liu Yingxia shouted in anger, barely able to control herself.

She had been secretly relieved that Xu Yao was investing in the show, thinking she could take advantage of the hype, but now all her plans had fallen through.

No matter how popular the show was, without exposure, how could she make a comeback? The only reason she’d been willing to participate in this crappy variety show was precisely because of that tiny bit of exposure!

Liu Yingxia was so angry she gritted her teeth, practically almost about to scream on the spot. The contract had already been signed, and if she tried to bail out now, it would be a breach of contract. She couldn’t afford a lawsuit from the production team in her current situation.

Liu Yingxia was unable to come to terms with it, asking incredulously, “So… you’re telling me I have to be a supporting character for my grand-uncle?”

Her manager smiled awkwardly, “It seems that way.”

It felt like she had taken a blow to the head. Liu Yingxia was so angry her chest started hurting. Her recent reputation wasn’t great, but she could still be considered a rising star, right? Having a rising star like her play second fiddle to her grand-uncle, who was both uneducated and somewhat disabled? Liu Yingxia felt a surge of resentment.

“Why is Xu Yao so petty? It’s already been so long since everything happened, and she still hasn’t let it go?” Liu Yingxia was speechless at Xu Yao’s behaviour. It had almost been half a year since Xu Yao had seemingly lost her mind and withdrawn from the industry, and she was still angry?

The elderly dating show Hand in Hand in Our Later Years had indeed capitalized on Xu Yao’s current popularity. News in the entertainment industry could never truly be hidden, and Xu Yao had never intended to keep it under wraps anyway, so naturally, it was no surprise when the show made it to the trending topics.

The variety show had indeed gained traction, but Liu Yingxia was left in a terrible position and was almost always constantly being mocked.

[I actually thought Xu Yao and Liu Yingxia had made up at first—but I just knew this girl Xu Yao isn’t that easygoing, hahaha.]

[Honestly, maybe you should just take down that apology, Liu Yingxia. Xu Yao isn’t paying you any attention at all, and she even turned around and cut the celebrity screen time in the show to 30%. Goodness, my secondhand embarrassment is acting up again.]

[This might sound harsh, but Director Zhao probably couldn’t pull in 200 million on his own. If it’s not for him or Liu Yingxia, then it’s definitely because of some elderly guest!]

[I’m betting on Grandma Zhang Fengxiang—she was a singer back in the last century, incredibly capable.]

[Hahaha I think it actually might be Grandpa Zhao Guoli? He used to be a big-shot entrepreneur, very well-off—but, well… he’s already been married four times…]

Nowadays, there are already quite a few elderly matchmaking shows, and many netizens have joined in the fun. Elderly matchmaking primarily emphasizes “sincerity” and laying everything out in the open. Apart from the hype Xu Yao was bringing, netizens really couldn’t see what was so amazing about this elderly dating show.

After receiving Xu Yao’s request to reduce the screen time for celebrities to 30%, Zhao Haisheng already had a complete grasp of the situation. He immediately took the entire production team to the small hutong and knocked on the door of Grandpa Cui Guoqiang.

Cui Guoqiang was practicing his military boxing in the yard. Hearing the knock on the door, he went to open the door and was shocked to see a bunch of people from the production team.

Yingxia was right—just look at how many staff members they had for the show! This truly was a big program that the whole country could see!

“Uncle Cui, we’re here to shoot a pilot episode for you,” Director Zhao greeted first, even asking, “Do you live in this siheyuan1?”

siheyuan traditional chinese courtyard house

“I’m just renting it,” Cui Guoqiang replied, somewhat puzzled. “I heard houses in the capital are very expensive, so how come this siheyuan isn’t fully rented out? The other rooms are all still empty.”

Since they were all empty, Cui Guoqiang was the only one living in this siheyuan.

He originally had a house with a big yard back in his hometown and thought that coming to the capital for the variety show would mean renting a small and cramped place. But who knew this house would be so big! Since it wasn’t much different from his house back home, Cui Guoqiang adapted quite quickly.

The production team exchanged glances—of course! Renting one of Xu Yao’s properties was now almost as difficult as getting into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Besides, are places around here really that hard to rent out? Not a chance! Even for ordinary landlords, once a listing goes up, it’ll be snapped up in less than half a day.

It’s obvious Xu Yao deliberately didn’t rent out the other rooms to outsiders and gave the whole place just to Old Master Cui—letting him cover the rent for the entire siheyuan on his own.

The production team members exchanged glances, looking at Cui Guoqiang with envy. Many of the staff members were also just ordinary workers renting properties, and they were almost overcome with envy.

Xu Yao, this divine landlady, offered such favorable rental conditions all the while keeping the old man from incurring any burden.

Generally speaking, veterans like this old man have a strong sense of honor and shame. If you openly offered him a discount and told him he could rent a whole siheyuan for the price of one room, he would definitely refuse to accept it. But if it was just a case of being unable to rent out the remaining rooms, he could accept it.

Why wasn’t I one of Xu Yao’s chosen tenants? Countless people couldn’t help but scream in their hearts.

Cui Guoqiang didn’t quite understand what a pilot episode was, so he asked if many people would watch it.

Director Zhao thought for a moment and said, “Not many people watch the pilot episode. More people will watch once the show airs.”

Many people don’t even watch the pilot episode, they just jump straight to the main show.

Cui Guoqiang wanted to say something in front of the camera, but hearing Director Zhao say that, he swallowed back those words. After thinking for a while, he performed a set of military boxing in front of the camera and introduced himself.

“As for my requirements for a partner? I have no requirements.”

Cui Guoqiang had never really intended to find himself a partner. Earlier, when Yingxia came to persuade him to join the show, she’d even said that those wealthy older ladies probably wouldn’t take a liking to him anyway.

After Cui Guoqiang finished speaking, the slightly disabled old man nimbly approached the camera, intrigued to see himself captured so clearly. He couldn’t help but marvel at how developed the country had now become.

Cui Guoqiang suddenly thought of something and immediately hurried into the bedroom, taking out a piece of red cloth. He unfolded it to reveal a small two-inch black-and-white photograph inside, and asked expectantly, “Young man, can you make this clearer?”

The young photographer, who was holding the camera in one hand, was about to reach out with the other to take the photo when Director Zhao suddenly appeared out of nowhere, glaring menacingly at him and saying, “You brat, don’t you have any manners? Don’t you know how to use both hands2?”

This was his star guest! If he messed up, not only would Xu Yao not let him off the hook, but he wouldn’t either!

The photographer was startled and quickly took the blurry black-and-white photo with both hands. The face was no longer discernible, but it was clear that it was a young man wearing a popular sheepskin hat from the last century.

Under Cui Guoqiang’s expectant gaze, the photographer examined it carefully and frowned, saying, “I can do it, but the photo is too old. I’ll need to take it back to work on it, and it might take some time.”

Cui Guoqiang asked if it could be done before the end of the show.

“Absolutely no problem before the show ends, don’t worry, sir,” the photographer assured him.

Cui Guoqiang’s eyes lit up, and he even saluted the photographer, leaving the young man a bit flustered and smiling awkwardly in return.

After two to three days of urgent editing, the official trailer for the elderly dating show, Hand in Hand in Our Later Years was released featuring all of the main cast.

This wasn’t particularly unusual, as every variety show likes to release preview trailers, but what was surprising was—

The old man named Cui Guoqiang was practically the center of attention among all the elderly guests.

His trailer was the longest, his photo was enhanced with filters and placed right in the center of the group of images. Perhaps what was most exaggerated was that the official account had even pinned Cui Guoqiang’s interview at the top of their page, as if afraid others wouldn’t know who he was!

Isn’t it obvious enough already?!

Netizens were dumbfounded, having speculated for a long time, only to find that it wasn’t Grandma Zhang Fengxiang or Grandpa Zhao Guoli, but actually this seemingly obscure Grandpa Cui Guoqiang?

Putting everything else aside, Grandpa Cui’s military boxing did look genuinely impressive. When he performed this set of moves, it seemed as if you could forget his age for a moment. Every single move was powerful and his gaze was fierce like a wolf or tiger, extremely intimidating!

Whether human or animal, admiration for strength is a natural instinct, and this set of standard military boxing moves, which even contained lethal techniques, left a bunch of netizens staring in awe.

This grandpa… seems to really have some skills.

Especially after he finished boxing—he stood with his hands behind his back, grinning widely to reveal a few missing teeth, exuding warmth befitting a friendly neighbor grandpa. It was as if the fierce old man who could punch a tiger to death moments ago was not him at all.

Wow, what an adorable contrast!

This drastic change in just a few minutes left many netizens breathless. Wow, Xu Yao’s judgment really is something else.

So dashing!

It seems… a dashing aura really knows no age! Many netizens who were initially puzzled by the show’s bizarre operations were suddenly captivated by Cui Guoqiang.

[Oh my god, who’s the photographer? They’re insanely good at capturing moments. This Old Master Cui looks so formidable—apparently his intro says he’s a retired soldier?]

[I’m a martial arts instructor, and this grandpa’s military boxing could be used as teaching material. No wonder—he really did serve in the army.]

[Holy crap, I think I’ve spotted the key point: this old gentleman is the one Xu Yao actually wants to promote, right? It’s all about him. Damn, the show hasn’t even started yet and it’s already turning into his personal showcase!]

[Wait, isn’t this Liu Yingxia’s grand-uncle? So… judging by Xu Yao’s “unhinged” style, if Liu Yingxia weren’t benefiting from her grand-uncle, she’d probably have been kicked off the show by now, right?]

[I didn’t even notice it before, but Grandpa Cui has way more vitality than others his age. His back isn’t even hunched. If I were an older lady, I might like him too!]

[Although this really is funny, the show might as well have “Dear Sponsors, please notice me, I’m super capable” carved on its forehead, hahaha.]

Xu Yao didn’t want to interfere too much. She trusted in Old Master Cui’s personal charisma, so after putting in money to tweak the rules, she basically left the show to run on its own. However, she couldn’t withstand just how overzealous Zhao Haisheng was.

Director Zhao had money now, and after those impressive manoeuvres, he immediately turned around and bought a trending topic for #GrandpaCuiGuoqiang!

“Assistant Director, do you think there are any other channels for exposure? Let’s arrange everything for Grandpa Cui!” Zhao Haisheng said boldly.

The assistant director looked completely bewildered. Director Zhao stroked his chin, asking, “How about buying a big LED screen for a building? Just like how Xu Yao’s fans expressed their love for her last time?”

Before the assistant director could respond, Director Zhao paced back and forth and said, “No, no, that’s still a bit too expensive. We still need to save money for the show.”

Director Zhao wanted to make his show popular, so if Xu Yao wanted to promote someone, he would do everything possible to create buzz. Although he might not excel in other areas, he was very skilled at repaying his benefactor.

The assistant director thought for a moment and said, “Director Zhao, right now, Grandpa Cui Guoqiang is already getting a lot of exposure. He hasn’t even appeared on the show yet, and the audience hasn’t met him in person either, so it’ll be hard for him to attract more fans with additional exposure. I think Sister Yao’s money should be used wisely on the show. After all, making the variety show well will still ultimately benefit Grandpa Cui.”

Zhao Haisheng found the assistant director’s words reasonable, “Then we’ll need to upgrade the dating show venue.”

The initial plan had been to casually rent a studio for the show, but now everything was different.

This was a dating show, so they had to create an extraordinary dating experience!

Director Zhao thought for a moment and said, “I heard that some villas on the Lipana Islands are available for rent. Let’s rent an island location to film. That would help us get a truly romantic atmosphere.”

Zhao Haisheng was a bit excited. The current elderly dating shows were very realistic, but he wanted to innovate and create a pair of “pure love” couples from the elderly!

The assistant director said quietly, “Director Zhao, although we have some money now, it’s definitely not enough to rent an island for two months.”

The two hundred million in investments had to be divided among various departments, so it was impossible for it all to be allocated to rent a villa on an island.

The assistant director was internally ranting, No wonder Director Zhao hadn’t made it big in the entertainment industry all these years. He really had some wild ideas.

Zhao Haisheng also felt he couldn’t waste funds like this, but his plan to create an “elderly pure love ship” was still burning fiercely in his heart. Without giving up, he insisted, “Then let’s not rent for that long. We can just rent it for a few days for one or two episodes.” That way, they would definitely be able to afford that amount of money.

After this plan was set, Zhao Haisheng suddenly felt a pang of unease, “Wait, Old Master Cui doesn’t seem like someone who can create an elderly ‘pure love’ couple…”

Just by looking at Old Master Cui practicing his military boxing, the only thing that could come to mind was seriousness, discipline, and meticulousness. He didn’t seem like a romantic elderly person at all.

The assistant director was out of ideas too. After thinking for a long time, he suggested, “How about we just let Old Master Cui shine on his own?”

But this was an elderly dating show!

Director Zhao sighed; he really wanted to create an elderly pure love couple!

*

The group of people who wanted to follow Zhao Haisheng’s lead and gamble everything to seek investment from Xu Yao were taken aback when they saw the production team frantically promoting Old Master Cui Guoqiang everywhere. They suddenly had a bad premonition.

According to their previous analysis, Xu Yao couldn’t possibly be investing for Liu Yingxia, so the only one left would be Zhao Haisheng.

But the overwhelming promotional efforts didn’t seem to be for Director Zhao; it was for this old man named Cui Guoqiang!

They really couldn’t understand what was so special about this old man that would make Xu Yao want to invest. What could a seventy-year-old man bring in terms of huge benefits?

It was over, it was over.

Some of them had just sold their houses, and feeling an indescribable anxiety, they quickly called the official number of Xu Yao’s rental team.

On the other end was a sweet female voice with a melodious tone, but the words that came from her were like a nightmare. “In order to ensure that our properties are rented to those who truly need them, our rental team will conduct a financial review of future renters. Exceeding the specified amount for each house will disqualify you from the rental lottery. We ask for your understanding.”

These words were like a bolt from the blue!

The group was left dumbfounded, “B-but I’ve already sold my house…”

The sweet voice continued, “Then you’ll have the funds to buy a better and more desirable house. Congratulations.”

This group of people felt their pupils shake and their hearts stop: “……”

Holy shit!! Xu Yao is trying to kill me! Xu Yao simply isn’t human.

Many of these people had properties in big cities where selling was easy, but buying again would be difficult.

Xu Yao smiled slightly at this. She appreciated Zhao Haisheng’s courage to gamble everything just to see her, but that didn’t mean she was a fool.

As for how they would buy back the property with their money—well that was none of her concern, and she had no right to interfere.

Xu Yao had already confirmed with Ji Zhengqing that they were to hold a secret engagement banquet on the island and planned to stroll around the capital in the next few days.

Xu Yao had heard that a certain zoo in the capital was really popular. There was an animal in there that was known for planning jailbreaks, so she decided to go see it for herself. Apparently, it’s quite famous.

*

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The production team prepared a Weibo account for each guest who didn’t have a social media account. Old Master Cui Guoqiang only had an ancient-looking mobile phone and wasn’t familiar with the social platforms of young people, so the account was handed over to Liu Yingxia to manage.

Liu Yingxia watched her grand-uncle slowly gain followers every day with a blank expression on her face while she herself was losing followers like crazy.

Although Xu Yao didn’t say a word, her silence was more terrifying than a thousand words and gave the netizens endless room for imagination.

Her apology letter online not only failed to force Xu Yao to respond, but was also pointed out by the now very sharp-eyed netizens as being “overflowing with the fragrance of tea3.”

The once-popular young actress could only leech off of her grand-uncle’s fame, and her screen time was drastically reduced, leaving her future looking extremely bleak.

Liu Yingxia wanted to curse.

Cui Guoqiang called and said, “Yingxia, you really didn’t lie to your grand-uncle. I went out to buy vegetables these past few days, and hey, the young people at the market all know us!”

It must be because of that pilot episode, right?

Liu Yingxia gritted her teeth and said, “Yes, Grand-uncle, you’ve gained a bit of popularity and have fans now.”

Cui Guoqiang didn’t think he had anything special to be popular for. He exclaimed, “Yingxia is so beautiful. If even your uncle can gain fans, then you must have gained even more.”

Liu Yingxia watched as several of her Weibo followers unfollowed her in half a minute, feeling as if she were about to have a heart attack.

“By the way, your grand-uncle will cook you a meal before we go on the show. Why don’t you come to Grand-uncle’s siheyuan?” Cui Guoqiang was very satisfied with Liu Yingxia; so many people were watching the show that she had invited him to be on.

The more people watched the show, the greater its influence would be, and it would surely be much easier for him to find someone, right?

Liu Yingxia didn’t want to eat her grand-uncle’s cooking. He was a lifelong elderly bachelor who was used to being frugal. What good food could he possibly make? But if she went and couldn’t stomach it, it would be considered impolite, so it still was better for her not to go.

Liu Yingxia used being an artist as an excuse and said, “Besides, don’t you live in a siheyuan in a hutong, Grand-uncle? You’ll have other neighbors in the siheyuan, and I need to bring quite a few people when I go out. I’m afraid it will disturb your neighbors.”

Cui Guoqiang looked around the large siheyuan and said with a simple smile, “Disturb? What disturbance? This siheyuan only has me, an old man living here. There are no other neighbors.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingxia looked around her silently. After working so hard in the entertainment industry for several years, she had been quite satisfied with the 150-square-meter flat she had bought in the capital, given the high property prices here.

Thinking about the siheyuan her grand-uncle lived in from the pilot episode, the rooms, the huge courtyard used for planting flowers and trees—her own 150-square-meter flat suddenly felt completely underwhelming. Liu Yingxia felt even more suffocated by comparison.

She’s struggled in the entertainment industry for years, yet you’re saying she still can’t compare to one set of her grand-uncle’s military boxing!?


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  1. Siheyuan (四合院) are traditional Chinese courtyard houses characterized by four buildings arranged around a central square courtyard, offering privacy, harmony with nature, and social structure. (see image) ↩︎
  2. In Chinese etiquette, it is considered respectful to receive items from an elder using both hands. This gesture conveys politeness, humility, and acknowledgment of the other person’s seniority. Using both hands signals that the item and the person giving it are being treated with proper respect, especially in more formal or traditional settings. ↩︎
  3. internet slang describing someone acting overly sweet, fake, or manipulative in a “white lotus” way ↩︎

ACFVFA Ch 3: Golden Finger

“New disciples must go to the Tranquil Heart Hall at mao shi1 each day to study theoretical cultivation methods. At wu shi, they return to their respective peaks for contemplation and reflection. At shen shi, they begin learning the duties assigned to them. After sunset, they return to their residences to review what they learned throughout the day… This lasts for one month. As for meals, there’s no need to worry. Before achieving grain abstinence, white cranes will deliver three meals a day to you on time.”

Mao shi… 5 a.m.; wu shi… 12 p.m.; shen shi… 3 p.m…

Ning Youli furrowed her brows as she calculated, feeling that this didn’t seem like a schedule fit for a human being. She couldn’t help but look up and ask, “How long do I have to live like this for?”

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“New disciples must go to the Tranquil Heart Hall at mao shi1 each day to study theoretical cultivation methods. At wu shi, they return to their respective peaks for contemplation and reflection. At shen shi, they begin learning the duties assigned to them. After sunset, they return to their residences to review what they learned throughout the day… This lasts for one month. As for meals, there’s no need to worry. Before achieving grain abstinence, white cranes will deliver three meals a day to you on time.”

Mao shi… 5 a.m.; wu shi… 12 p.m.; shen shi… 3 p.m…

Ning Youli furrowed her brows as she calculated, feeling that this didn’t seem like a schedule fit for a human being. She couldn’t help but look up and ask, “How long do I have to live like this for?”

Pei Jue was taken aback. This was the first time a new disciple had asked such a question. Usually, they would simply nod in agreement, not daring to say another word.

Could it be…?

“Junior Sister, do you regret refusing Peak Master Yin’s offer?”

Ning Youli choked for a moment but patiently replied, “Senior Brother, you’ve misunderstood. I truly only wish to raise fish within the sect for the rest of my life.”

Her ambition indeed wasn’t in raising fish, but since it concerned her life or death, she was very firm in tactfully declining the invitation from the Peak Master of Chongliang Peak, spinning her lies into the truth.

Fortunately, this Peak Master wasn’t a stubborn person. Seeing her firm attitude, she turned and left without looking back.

…Surely she hadn’t offended her, right?

But then, she heard Pei Jue sigh, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone who doesn’t want to advance to the inner sect but instead chooses to stay in the outer sect and do these tasks.”

“Well, now you’ve seen it, Senior Brother,” Ning Youli said calmly, showing no shame at being called unambitious. “No matter where one is, they can still contribute to the sect. Why must one insist on going to the inner sect?”

“…” A moment of silence followed.

Ning Youli wondered if she had said something wrong, but then she saw a hint of shame appear on Pei Jue’s gentle face. “I was narrow-minded,” he said, looking completely convinced by her reasoning.

She couldn’t help but glance at him in surprise.

How easy to fool.

Pei Jue answered her earlier question, “New disciples must cultivate like this for a month in order to memorize the sect rules and foundational cultivation techniques. Outer sect disciples are naturally no exception to this rule either. Even if they cannot focus on cultivation like inner sect disciples, they cannot neglect their cultivation entirely.”

But Ning Youli still had doubts. “But my aptitude is mediocre. Why would Peak Master Yin still want to take me as a disciple?”

Pei Jue sighed softly. “Ice spiritual roots are rare. Peak Master Yin is simply worried that no one will inherit her mantle. Although she already has a direct disciple, having only one, no matter how talented, will always be a cause of concern.”

Ning Youli suddenly understood. She hadn’t expected this Peak Master Yin to be someone who wouldn’t be the type to put all her eggs in one basket. It was just a pity… In the original story’s plot, she ultimately only had one direct disciple, and in the end, that disciple failed to live up to her expectations.

She smiled. “It’s my lack of talent and ambition that has let down Peak Master Yin’s kindness.”

As evening approached, she had already missed today’s cultivation session and would have to wait until tomorrow to join the other disciples.

After listening to Pei Jue explain the daily routine in Clear Balance Sect, she was taken by him to the second pool in Spirit Cloud Pool, located in a depression below the mountaintop.

Here stood a simple yet spacious room, its furnishings prepared just that afternoon. It was to be her home from now on, inscribed with the name “Cloud Abode.” Right beside it lay a vast celestial pool, stretching hundreds of meters long as far as the eye could see. Above her, layers of clouds drifted across a jade-blue sky, while white mist curled around the surroundings. The environment was elegantly serene and cool, a breathtakingly beautiful scene rarely to be seen by ordinary people.

Yet this was merely the smallest of the seventeen celestial pools, assigned to her for practice.

“Rest well. Tomorrow will be the day where you’ll truly be exhausted,” Pei Jue said. “As a newcomer, Junior Sister might find it hard to adjust.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother,” Ning Youli replied, though her gaze remained fixed on the pool.

“Then I won’t disturb your rest any longer.” Pei Jue bid her farewell, his figure soon vanishing from sight.

The lingering glow of the setting sun fell upon the water’s surface, casting a warm light that shifted from pink to orange over the crystal-blue pool, its surface dotted with dazzling, shimmering reflections.

So beautiful.

Ning Youli sighed.

But the thought that such a beautiful scene would be destroyed in the future—especially since it would be a project she would pour her heart into—made her heart ache.

[System, proceed with planned development,] Ning Youli decided to begin preparations before starting work. [What is the most pressing issue with the fishpond right now?]

Based on what the system had mentioned earlier, introducing new species wasn’t urgent, but improving the water quality could be included in the plan.

After all, to cultivate fish, one must first cultivate the water.

[Please wait a moment, Host. Initiating scan of ‘Spirit Cloud Pool’…]

[Current optimization survey will be based on signals from aquatic life in the pool, translating signals with over 50% resonance.]

“What does that mean? Speak normally,” Ning Youli said directly to the system, seeing as there was no one else around.

[Meaning: The system will gather opinions from the aquatic life in the pool.]

Ning Youli fell silent. Such an advanced system, yet it still required farming to upgrade?

After a short while, the system returned with a response.

[Host, they say: The water is too murky. It’s uncomfortable.]

Ning Youli paused for a moment, then rolled up her sleeves with determination. “Let’s do it!”

[Do what?]

“Build a filtration system.” Ning Youli recalled that the novel had mentioned that Spirit Cloud Pool had a remarkable feature: it had a waterfall that flowed upwards with immense force—perfect for turning into a water pump.

System: [???]

…

That night, a crane indeed brought her a food box. Opening it, she found simple, bland fare, perfectly suited to the style of a cultivator.

Ning Youli quickly finished her bland dinner and then groomed the crane’s feathers to build rapport with it.

Out of the corner of her eye, something shimmered. She noticed waves of phosphorescent light rippling across the water’s surface, shifting in color and dazzlingly beautiful. Only then did she realize that what she had seen at dusk wasn’t the glow of the setting sun but the light emitted by the creatures within the pool.

All drowsiness vanished.

She threw on her outer robe and stepped outside. Her dwelling was only a hundred meters from the second celestial pool, its surface eerily still. If not for the undulating ripples and rising bubbles, it would have looked like a perfectly smooth mirror.

No wonder Pei Jue had warned her not to wander near the celestial pool at night… Even if the water at the edges wasn’t deep, visibility like this was dangerous.

Ning Youli stepped onto the raised bluestone platform surrounding the pool. Her cloth shoes felt no trace of slipperiness beneath her feet. The platform’s edge was about three feet wide, rough and damp, making it just right for walking. But with no lamps around, only the shifting glow from within the pool illuminated her path, making it seem like just one misstep would plunge her into a bottomless abyss.

Hmm, was this fishpond really ten thousand zhang2 deep?

Ning Youli wasn’t afraid of heights, so she deliberately glanced down to take a look.

The water was pitch black, making it hard to tell just how many hidden currents were surging beneath the surface.

[Measurements indicate that this mountain is approximately 3,300 meters high, and the deepest celestial pool is nearly 10,000 meters deep—]

“That high?”

[Of course.] The system’s tone was serious. [The Celestial Pools connect directly underground, linking to lakes and seas beyond, spanning a breadth beyond your imagination.]

Ning Youli pondered and asked, “Then… wouldn’t everything raised in the fishpond escape?”

[There’s a barrier.]

Those three short words clarified everything for Ning Youli. She suddenly thought of a way to increase the fishpond’s species diversity. “In other words—if I break the barrier—”

[Please immediately cease this dangerous line of thought.]

The system’s voice trembled slightly. It had thought raising fish would be a very suitable task for its low-key host, so why were her ideas and methods always so extreme??

“Fine, let’s focus on the filtration system first.”

Ning Youli considered what materials and how wide the pipes should be. She crouched by the pool’s edge, wanting to scoop up some water, but the stone platform was too high. With the night dark and the wind howling, she thought better of it, shook her hands dry, and stood up.

Just then, a crane’s cry echoed from the cliffside. Before Ning Youli could turn, a massive creature leaped from the water. Its enormous silhouette, bathed in moonlight, traced a graceful arc before crashing back down.

“Splash—”

A curtain of water cascaded down, drenching Ning Youli’s face.

“Let’s go. We’ll deal with this tomorrow.” Ning Youli wiped her face calmly and turned toward the faint white shadow near her hut. The crane she used for transport flapped its wings, as if satisfied it no longer needed to make a sound since she was now safe.

The system watched with growing concern. Normally, it would be urging its host to quickly upgrade the system, but seeing her plan something so ambitious, it was immediately filled with a sense of unease.

What if they were discovered?

…

The next day, Ning Youli was awakened by the crane alarm outside her window. Opening her eyes, she saw the silver moon hanging high, stars still twinkling in the night sky.

Instinctively, she pulled the covers over her head, ready to go back to sleep.

[Host, it’s mao shi. Please rise promptly and begin today’s cultivation.]

The system’s reminder completely jolted Ning Youli awake.

Right. Yesterday, she had ascended the mountain and become an outer disciple of Clear Balance Sect…

Ning Youli couldn’t suppress a yawn as she slowly got up. Outside, the crane was already impatient, tapping insistently on the door.

The system observed the girl’s unhurried movements, its data analysis leaving it deeply puzzled. This was a world where her life could be at stake. Did the host not feel even the slightest sense of crisis?

The system reflected on itself—was it because it wasn’t the type of system that erased a host’s existence for failing missions?

Soon, Ning Youli was fully dressed. The outer disciple attire issued by Spirit Cloud Peak was usually a pale cyan color. Compared to inner disciples, the cuffs and waistband were designed more practically, and the patterns shifted from intricate to simple elegance, yet the silk and gauze fabrics remained just as abundant, as if the peak wasn’t at all concerned about the disciples dirtying their clothes while doing their tasks.

Of course, the most important item was the brocade pouch at her waist, which served both as a storage space and an accessory.

Ning Youli planned to head out and take a stroll by the fishpond first, but the crane couldn’t wait any longer. Flapping its wings, it carried her on its back and took off immediately, not even letting her eat a bite of food.

Tranquil Heart Hall.

Contrary to Ning Youli’s expectations, the spacious and bright hall had very few people. She quickly realized that the disciples she had encountered earlier on the testing platform came from various peaks, and now that they were dispersed back to their respective peaks, there really weren’t many left.

Just as Pei Jue had said, all newly admitted disciples had to complete a month of theoretical study first. At the entrance, there was an attendance sheet with her name already recorded. Ning Youli chose a seat in the corner and sat down. As soon as she did, several jade slips appeared on the table.

[These are the Introduction to Qi Guidance Theory, Detailed Explanation of Meridians and Acupoints, and the simplest cultivation method for the Ice Spiritual Root,] the system detected.

Ning Youli glanced around. The others had indeed already placed the jade slips against their foreheads and were reading with their eyes closed.

She followed suit, and sure enough, a cultivation method appeared in her sea of consciousness.

“…”

By the time the spiritual energy around Tranquil Heart Hall began to thin, Xie Lingyun, far away on the main peak, seemed to sense something and glanced in the direction of Spirit Cloud Peak.

…

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Unaware of her rapid cultivation progress, Ning Youli endured the monotony of memorizing theories in Tranquil Heart Hall, then endured the meditation and contemplation in her room. When the sun began to set, she finally regained her freedom and rode the crane back to the second celestial pool of Spirit Cloud Pool as quickly as possible.

[Alright, let’s scan Spirit Cloud Pool again.]

Spirit Cloud Pool Water Quality: Medium-high (Can be improved)

Total Species in the Pool: 2022

Rarity of Species in the Pool (decimal hidden): Common 50%, Good 30%, Excellent 18%, Rare 2%, Legendary 0% (Pending Introduction)

Exactly the same as before.

Ning Youli stared at the water’s surface. Perhaps because it was still early, Spirit Cloud Pool was calm and serene, lacking the commotion she had witnessed yesterday evening.

Moreover, the seemingly clear water only remained transparent for a few zhang before becoming murky and seemingly bottomless. Occasionally, a dark shadow would emerge from beneath the aquatic plants, only to merge with another patch of darkness.

Even without looking closely, the word “danger” seemed to jump out at her.

“Does this sect have a habit of letting their disciples run wild… Is no one coming to teach?” Ning Youli looked around and found only herself, the crane, and the system in the area. She sighed helplessly.

[Host, you can try using your own spiritual power,] the system reminded her in a timely manner.

Among the various spiritual roots, only the ice spiritual root is most suited for water-related tasks.

“Alright.” Ning Youli thought for a moment, then crouched down directly and reached her hand toward the pool water.

Strangely, the water level at this time was higher than it had been the previous evening, allowing her to touch it as soon as she extended her hand.

Ning Youli held her breath and focused, gathering all the “qi” within her body and condensing it into her fingers, attempting to release it.

Unexpectedly, the flow of spiritual energy was exceptionally smooth. After exhaling a breath, a trail of ice blossoms spread from her fingers toward the distance, quickly forming a thin layer of ice on the water’s surface.

It was large enough for two people to stand on.

Ning Youli roughly estimated it with her eyes, and in her peripheral vision, suddenly caught a glimpse of a snow-white figure.

She turned around warily and was surprised to find that it was actually Xie Lingyun.

In truth, the peak masters in the book were portrayed by the author as incredibly busy, appearing only in relation to the female lead. When not cultivating, they were either on their way to cultivate or managing the peaks they were responsible for during their spare time, leaving them with almost no free time.

Ning Youli instinctively hid her hands behind her back, but it was already too late for her to remove the ice.

Xie Lingyun had clearly noticed the ice as well, his expression shifting slightly. “You…”

“Peak Master.” Ning Youli greeted him politely, cutting him off. “Have you come to teach me how to manage the fishpo—Spirit Cloud Pool?”

A flicker of surprise, as if he were stuck between hesitation and contemplation, appeared in Xie Lingyun’s eyes, before he finally uttered a soft, “Mm.”

Managing Spirit Cloud Pool was not complicated. Since most of the creatures within it were docile and had never caused harm, during the first month of the probationary period, aside from studying theoretical texts related to Spirit Cloud Pool, the practical aspect only required one to conduct inspections twice a day, once in the morning, and once in the evening.

“You can ride a crane to record observations or observe from the stone platform,” Xie Lingyun explained. “However, cranes flying over the water may attract the attention of the celestial pool’s larger creatures, posing the risk of being swallowed. Meanwhile, the stone platform is damp and slippery, creating the risk of slipping and falling.”

He had essentially laid out all the potential risks.

Ning Youli blinked. “How did the previous senior brothers and sisters manage it?”

Xie Lingyun glanced at her. “Simple, they tamed a mount from one of the celestial pools.”

Ning Youli: “…”

What followed was the teaching session. Xie Lingyun meticulously explained the points to pay attention to, but his gaze lingered on Ning Youli for a long time.

He had originally come to see who was absorbing spiritual energy so rapidly. Having traced the source to the young woman before him, he wanted to ask for an explanation but was thwarted by her seemingly oblivious attitude.

Unwilling to enter the inner sect, having undergone changes in aptitude, cultivating at a speed that was astonishing… She had clearly been an ordinary mortal before this, so why had she undergone such a drastic transformation?

It seemed that once the sect leader emerged from seclusion, he would have to request a divination on this matter… 

Ning Youli had long sensed the man’s gaze—it was simply too intense.

…Had she perhaps neglected some sort of sect etiquette earlier?

Unable to resist, she looked back, only to see Xie Lingyun rise abruptly. “That’s enough for today. I will send someone to instruct you later. In a month, this place will be entirely under your responsibility.”

“Alright—”

Before she could finish speaking, the man’s figure had already vanished into the distance.

Ning Youli blinked, utterly perplexed.

However, the meaningful days of learning did not last long. On a rainy morning a few days later, a crane suddenly arrived with a letter.

“This letter… The sect leader’s seclusion ends soon, and no one in the entire sect can afford to be idle. They’re requesting Spirit Cloud Pool to provide the necessary materials, and there will also be a meeting later.”

Ning Youli shook the paper in her hand. She had been pushed into this situation ahead of schedule.

Normally, new outer sect disciples were supposed to undergo a month of theoretical study first, then practice for a month with the celestial pools, and only after confirming there were no issues would they be handed the responsibility of managing all the celestial pools. Finally, they would undergo a month of observation to see if they had the ability to oversee all areas simultaneously.

The entire process was supposed to take three months, but now it had been shortened to less than seven days.

Fortunately, during this time, she had completed her daily inspections flawlessly. When faced with sudden attacks from aggressive fish, she had managed to steer the crane away each time, narrowly avoiding danger and barely passing this ordeal.

The trial had ended abruptly, and now she had obtained full management rights over all seventeen celestial pools of Spirit Cloud Peak, officially becoming the “contractor” of Clear Balance Sect’s largest fishpond.

It was just a pity that… before she could even enjoy the leisurely life of a farmer, orders from above immediately flocked in.

The Peak Master of Spirit Cloud Peak was too busy to handle everything personally and had specifically asked Pei Jue to assist her. However, Pei Jue was also busy refining pills, so he handed her a stack of auxiliary ice talismans and told her to try managing on her own first.

Should she say that it was a relief that she already memorized the appearances of all the species in the celestial pools these past few days?

“Alright, let’s give it a try.”

This was the first time Ning Youli had picked up a net since coming up the mountain. At that moment, the system in her consciousness trembled slightly.

[Please activate the special function bound to the system: Spirit Spring Eye.]

Ning Youli lowered her gaze, and a small line of text slowly appeared in her vision.

Function Description:

The ocean’s bounty is too vast for one basket to hold.

Every netful brings abundant rewards.


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GV Ch 8 — A Fortune Beyond Measure

The brigade leader sat on the stool, inwardly lamenting for a while that he hadn’t even gotten a sip of fresh milk. Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, he finally pulled a bill from his pocket.

He called Lin Xuejun to sit across from him, trying his best to ignore the lingering scent of milk in the air, and said with a stern expression, “The mother cow and her calf are part of the brigade’s collective property. Since you didn’t participate in labor these past few days, you didn’t receive work points. But now that you’ve saved the cow, we’ll credit you with half a day’s work points for yesterday.

“Additionally, for assisting with the birth and saving the cow’s life, you’ll receive an extra fifty cents as payment.”

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The brigade leader sat on the stool, inwardly lamenting for a while that he hadn’t even gotten a sip of fresh milk. Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, he finally pulled a bill from his pocket.

He called Lin Xuejun to sit across from him, trying his best to ignore the lingering scent of milk in the air, and said with a stern expression, “The mother cow and her calf are part of the brigade’s collective property. Since you didn’t participate in labor these past few days, you didn’t receive work points. But now that you’ve saved the cow, we’ll credit you with half a day’s work points for yesterday.

“Additionally, for assisting with the birth and saving the cow’s life, you’ll receive an extra fifty cents as payment.”

This winter, the cold front had arrived early and lingered late. The Eleventh Production Brigade had only delayed moving from the autumn pasture to the winter pasture by just a week, yet they had still been caught in a blizzard on the way there. The early arrival of the snow disaster had cost them half their livestock. They’d had to stack the dead cattle and sheep into high walls to block the wind, just to save their remaining animals.

Although other brigades hadn’t suffered as badly, livestock losses were still severe. Even their own Seventh Production Brigade, which had retreated to the best winter pasture at the foot of the mountains, had lost nearly a tenth of their animals to freezing or illness after heavy snow collapsed the sheds.

So, don’t underestimate the preservation of two cows. It had a significant impact on the morale of the brigade’s herders. It might even affect their chances of being rated as an advanced brigade.

Fortunately, not many cows had been bred early in August, and no other cows were expected to calve soon.

With a sigh, the brigade leader pushed aside his thoughts and slid the money across the table with one finger. “Take good care of it.”

The educated youths in the large tiled house were both astonished and envious. Fifty cents! That could buy a jin1 of walnut cakes or two bowls of braised pork!

Lin Xuejun lowered her gaze and stared at the fifty-cent bill for a few seconds before finally picking it up.

So… she’d just earned fifty cents?!

The highest denomination of this series of banknotes was only ten yuan, so fifty cents was no small amount.

In her predecessor’s memories, fifty cents was enough to cover the gift money for attending a wedding banquet or buying three bowls of wontons. Converted, it would be equivalent to somewhere between thirty and a hundred yuan decades later—roughly the same amount a rural veterinarian might charge for assisting a difficult cow birth in the future.

She smoothed the old bill between her fingers, admiring it as she turned it over and over.

The fifty-cent note featured a female factory worker laboring diligently. This series of banknotes depicted all kinds of female laborers, from female workers, female farmers, female tractor drivers, and so on. The highest denomination bore an image of people from all ethnic groups united in harmony, which was why the ten-yuan bill was known as the “Great Unity” bill.

If she assisted twenty difficult cow births, wouldn’t she earn herself a “Great Unity” banknote?

The educated youths earned a little over twenty yuan a month working for the brigade. So, if she assisted around forty births, she’d match their monthly wages.

If she could earn both work points to guarantee her a base salary as well as additional wages for each birth, wouldn’t she soon outearn the other educated youths? She might even make more than some of the workers who’d stayed in the cities.

And though the variety of vegetables and grains was limited on the grasslands, buying meat shouldn’t be too hard, right? Maybe once she had enough money, she could go to the commune headquarters and buy some meat to eat…

Lin Xuejun swallowed hard, carefully folded the money, and tucked it into her pocket before thanking the brigade leader.

The brigade leader nodded and stood up, addressing all the educated youths in the room with a booming voice, “The snow has stopped. The women will follow the female herders to shovel snow, and the men will come with me to clear the roads.”

After everyone responded and went to put on their padded jackets, the brigade leader suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to ask Lin Xuejun, “How many times have you assisted in delivering a calf like you did last night?”

“…” Lin Xuejun hesitated for a moment but decided to play it safe and answer based on the original body’s experiences. “Last night was the first time.”

“Completely relying on what you learned in books?” The brigade leader was astonished.

In his view, those who only studied books without practice were all talk and no action, mere armchair strategists who were often the most unreliable. How could Lin Xuejun, with zero experience, successfully save a cow that was about to be sent to slaughter?

Was it that, after forty years of life, he had finally encountered a true genius, or had it simply been the blessing of the Eternal Blue Sky2 last night, granting both the herders and Lin Xuejun a stroke of good fortune?

Once the snow had been cleared and the road had been opened, he’d swing by the commune headquarters to inquire about Comrade Lin Xuejun’s background. Perhaps she came from a family of experts.

After the brigade leader turned and strode out the door first, Lin Xuejun wiped away a bead of sweat in relief. Thank goodness last night didn’t require surgery.

Assisting in childbirth, after all, didn’t involve a scalpel, and was all about manual techniques, all able to be done just by feeling and measuring with her hand. Claiming she’d learned it from books was still somewhat plausible.

But if it had required actual surgery, that would’ve been harder to explain.

Lin Xuejun rubbed her chin. She’d need to lay some groundwork and create cover for her knowledge and skills before she could truly unleash her abilities without restraint.

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Standing nearby, Yi Xiuyu finally found a chance to speak and quickly sidled up to Lin Xuejun. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at her and asked, “Comrade Lin, can I see your fifty-cent note?”

“Sure.” Lin Xuejun pulled out the money and, as she handed it to Yi Xiuyu, added swiftly, “Two cents per look.”

“Huh?” Yi Xiuyu was so startled her hand trembled as she took the bill.

“Just kidding, haha.” Lin Xuejun couldn’t help but laugh at the wide-eyed expression of the fifteen-year-old girl.

“Ha– hahaha…” Yi Xiuyu’s shock faded, and she couldn’t help but join in the laughter. “I’ve never received a wage before. When my mom gave me money or ration coupons to buy things, it was usually just ten or twenty cents each time. I wonder when I’ll ever be able to earn fifty cents… We’ll get our wages by the end of the month, right?”

Listening to the educated youths chatting and watching Yi Xiuyu admire the fifty-cent note with a mix of laughter and awe, Lin Xuejun began plotting her career path in the Seventh Production Brigade of Husehe Commune.

It was the 1960s now, and the educated youths would likely remain in the countryside for another decade or two. With food and drink scarce, poor living conditions, freezing accommodations, and subpar supplies, enduring twenty years like this would be brutal.

She needed to find a way to improve their meals and living environment.

But no matter how beautiful the Hulunbuir Grassland was, winters lasted half the year, and summers only remained hot for a month. Winter temperatures could drop to over forty degrees below zero, and the unrelenting grassland winds or mountain gusts that cut through the trees could knock a person flat on their back. In these lands, freezing to death was a common occurrence… If even survival was a struggle in such harsh conditions, delicate vegetables and industries would find it even harder to take root here.

Lin Xuejun remembered her childhood, when logistics were underdeveloped and the economy was just starting to grow. Her family often went an entire winter without a single fresh green vegetable leaf, relying solely on meat, potatoes, other root vegetables, and dried goods preserved earlier in autumn. And that had been decades later, let alone here, nearly sixty years earlier.

The pastoral regions near the border truly lived up to their reputation as the harshest places—hard enough to stump even a donkey3.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuejun, who had been lying in bed for days and was increasingly less concerned about returning to her own time, suddenly struck it rich with a small fortune of fifty cents. She decided to pull herself together and charge forward—

Earn money! Start a business! Improve her life!

Eat meat! Eat meat! She wanted to eat meat!

Filled with determination, Lin Xuejun put on her military coat, wrapped herself in the sheepskin jacket the brigade leader had given her, and donned a fluffy Lei Feng hat. With her head held high, she pushed open the thick wooden door reinforced with black iron.

Her left foot landed in the snow at the doorstep, producing a crisp crunch.

The sunlight was dazzling, and the snow blanketing the world was so bright it hurt her eyes.

Squinting, Lin Xuejun trudged out of the yard, one deep step after another, inhaling the crisp, cold air. The chill filled her chest, as if instantly cleansing and refreshing her entire body.

The sky was a deep, clear blue, so beautiful it seemed unreal—so vast, so magnificent.

Not a single cloud appeared across the vast expanse of the sky, yet the land was covered in endless “white clouds” of snow.

The pine trees by the door were draped in frost and snow, making them look like something straight out of a fairy tale.

The ice and snow sparkled under the sunlight, as if the ground were paved with a carpet of gemstones—only nature could create such an extravagant spectacle.

At the foot of the mountains and along the sheltered edges of the grassland, tile-roofed houses and yurts were scattered in an orderly fashion, interspersed with large livestock sheds and pens.

Looking up, she saw wisps of smoke rising and dissipating from the white snow-covered rooftops.

Looking down, a trail of large paw prints left by a dog, like plum blossoms, stretched ahead.

When everyone saw the grassland after the blizzard for the first time, they stood frozen in place, greedily taking in the breathtaking scenery, forgetting to move, and forgetting even the cold.

Nothing was more beautiful than the clear winter day on the Hulunbuir Grassland.


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  2. “Eternal Blue Sky” refers to Tengri, the supreme sky deity in traditional Mongolian and Central Asian belief systems. In this context, invoking it expresses awe and gratitude toward fate, heaven, or divine blessing. ↩︎
  3. “难倒驴” literally “so difficult it defeats a donkey,” implying the conditions are brutally tough, even for hardy pack animals. ↩︎

SASCTC Ch 13 – What Kind of Shura Field Is This?

After a long day’s work, Xu Qingli was already exhausted and just wanted to go home and lie down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished changing her clothes, she received notice of the fact that Wen Qiaozhou was treating everyone to dinner that evening.

Most of the staff were quite happy. After all, Huo’an Hotel wasn’t a place you could dine at just by having enough money. Moreover, Wen Qiaozhou would apparently even join them personally. Just having the chance to see him was worth it.

Xu Qingli let out a deep sigh and quietly asked Shui Miao, “Sis, do you think I can skip it?”

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After a long day’s work, Xu Qingli was already exhausted and just wanted to go home and lie down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished changing her clothes, she received notice of the fact that Wen Qiaozhou was treating everyone to dinner that evening.

Most of the staff were quite happy. After all, Huo’an Hotel wasn’t a place you could dine at just by having enough money. Moreover, Wen Qiaozhou would apparently even join them personally. Just having the chance to see him was worth it.

Xu Qingli let out a deep sigh and quietly asked Shui Miao, “Sis, do you think I can skip it?”

“What do you think?” Shui Miao countered. “Can’t you tell who President Wen is doing this for?”

“Then I’d rather not go…” Xu Qingli muttered.

Though she hated to admit it, judging from the incident with the documents, Wen Qiaozhou did seem to treat her somewhat differently.

But unlike Shui Miao’s optimism, Xu Qingli still believed that Wen Qiaozhou’s attention toward her might not be so well-intentioned.

After all, this was the biggest villain in the entire novel—stamped with the label of “pervert” by the author herself. So even if he had discovered some sort of evidence linking her to the Wen family, it was unlikely he wanted to help her just so she could “return to her roots.”

The novel explicitly stated that Wen Qiaozhou had a strained relationship with his family, including his parents. If he didn’t even care about the family he’d grown up with, why would he care about some long-lost “relative”?

Shui Miao, however, misunderstood her words, “You’re not avoiding this because you like Wen Qiaozhou and don’t want to be his sister, are you?”

Otherwise, why did she seem so resistant to the idea?

“Huh?” Xu Qingli was momentarily unsure whether to confirm or deny this wild assumption.

Either way, both seemed too troublesome.

Before she could decide, Shui Miao continued, “You’re right. The situation isn’t clear yet, so you shouldn’t dive in recklessly. Otherwise, if it turns into some clichéd ‘sister falls for brother’ drama, that’d be way too melodramatic. Better to figure things out first.”

Xu Qingli: “…”

In any case, there was no escaping tonight’s dinner.

Xu Qingli was good at comforting herself. On second thought, though socializing was exhausting, since Wen Qiaozhou was footing the bill, she could at least eat her fill. That wasn’t entirely without its perks.

As an introvert, she dreaded arriving too early and having to make small talk, but also feared arriving too late and drawing everyone’s attention… So she dawdled, arriving at the hotel at a deliberately neutral time to avoid standing out.

However, fate never seemed to want to go her way.

The moment she reached the hotel entrance, someone approached and escorted her to a private dining room.

When she pushed the door open, seven or eight people were already seated inside.

At first glance, Wen Qiaozhou was the first to catch her eye, followed immediately by Xu Linhe sitting beside him.

The two people she least wanted to meet were sitting together.

A curse nearly escaped her lips, but she swallowed it just in time. It wasn’t just verbally; she even steeled herself mentally, afraid Wen Qiaozhou might notice something amiss. She immediately reminded herself not to think about anything.

Hearing the door open, Wen Qiaozhou quickly looked up and saw that the chibi figure above Xu Qingli’s head was, once again, tied up.

Her gaze met his for only a split second before shifting to Xu Linhe beside him, then she promptly lowered her head.

Wen Qiaozhou remained expressionless but glanced subtly to the side at Xu Linhe.

[Fuck! What is she doing here?]

[Perfect. Let’s see where she can run to today.]

So it really was him.

Wen Qiaozhou narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when Huo Wanfeng beside him waved eagerly at Xu Qingli. “Pear Blossom, come in quickly.”

Only then did Xu Qingli notice Huo Wanfeng—a young, handsome man dressed impeccably. He was seated next to Wen Qiaozhou, clearly indicating his status was no small matter.

In the original novel, Huo Wanfeng had been an idle playboy until he fell in love with the female lead, Shu Ruan, at first sight. That was when he turned over a new leaf, transforming into a devoted and hardworking man. The original owner had only met Huo Wanfeng through Shu Ruan. In the novel, Shu Ruan first encountered Huo Wanfeng on the evening of the promotional film’s female lead selection, but in reality, their meeting happened much later. Thus, the original owner had never met Huo Wanfeng before.

Xu Qingli combed through the original owner’s memories but found no trace of this man. His enthusiastic attitude made her suspicious—could he also be another “fish” in the original owner’s pond?

Help!!!

But no one could save Xu Qingli now. Shui Miao even gave her a little push. “Everyone here has their reputation to consider, so they won’t say anything inappropriate in public. Just keep a low profile and adapt as needed.”

Aside from Wen Qiaozhou, Xu Linhe, and Huo Wanfeng, the rest of the room was filled with the promotional film’s director and female leads. As a manager, it wasn’t appropriate for her to join them, so she had to head to the adjacent private room instead.

Though Xu Qingli had now supposedly “turned over a new leaf,” she had once been skilled enough to simultaneously maintain so many “fish.” Thus, Shui Miao believed she could handle this situation.

Xu Qingli had no way to voice her grievances. With everyone watching, she couldn’t delay any longer and dragged her weak legs into the private room.

Huo Wanfeng and Xu Linhe both stood up.

Wen Qiaozhou leaned back slightly in his chair, his calm gaze fixed on her, yet it felt almost tangible.

What kind of shura field was this?!

Xu Qingli broke out in a cold sweat.

After a brief hesitation, she still chose to walk toward Xu Linhe.

Not only was his side closer to the door, allowing her to take fewer steps, but more importantly, she had no idea what Huo Wanfeng’s relationship was with the original owner, and sitting next to him might very well expose her.

Xu Linhe was clearly pleased with her choice and considerately pulled out the chair beside him for her.

Once she sat down, he even picked up a glass and personally poured her some water. “You must be exhausted today. Have some water.”

“Thank you.” Xu Qingli accepted the glass but held it without drinking.

Xu Linhe glanced up at Huo Wanfeng across the table, who was staring at them and seemingly puzzled by Xu Qingli’s choice.

Xu Linhe smirked inwardly and deliberately leaned slightly toward Xu Qingli, lowering his voice to ask, “The Battlefield crew is having a gathering in Xing City at the end of the month. Are you going?”

Before Xu Qingli arrived, Shu Ruan had arrived first. Xu Linhe had been struck by her beauty at first glance, but Huo Wanfeng had clearly taken a liking to her too, immediately jumping up to offer his seat.

Xu Linhe figured maintaining good relations with them was more important—after all, there were plenty of women out there, so he didn’t compete with him.

But truthfully, he still felt a little sour about it.

Fortunately, Shu Ruan was reserved and sat a seat apart from Huo Wanfeng, making Xu Linhe feel somewhat better.

Xu Linhe hadn’t known Xu Qingli would come earlier, but now he was delighted. It wasn’t like he was without options either.

He had already conceded once out of respect for the Huo family and Wen Qiaozhou. He wouldn’t yield a second time. Moreover, he deliberately acted ambiguously with Xu Qingli to show Huo Wanfeng that he, too, had his own charm.

“I have something to do at the end of the month, so I probably can’t make it.” Xu Qingli refused without hesitation.

“What have you been busy with lately?” Xu Linhe moved closer. “Everyone says they can’t get a hold of you… By the way, why did you block all of us?”

“My phone broke,” Xu Qingli said softly.

“Haven’t you bought a new one?” Xu Linhe asked, puzzled. “I remember it’s been a while.”

“I did,” Xu Qingli replied helplessly. “There was an issue with my old number, so I couldn’t log in anymore.”

“You changed your number?” Xu Linhe didn’t seem suspicious, just took out his phone. “Then let’s add each other again.”

Xu Qingli didn’t want to add him but couldn’t outright refuse to either. In a moment of quick thinking, she pretended to reach for her phone while asking, “How come you’re here too? I heard tonight’s dinner was for Wen Corporation employees.”

“Earlier, Second Master Huo and I were passing by and ran into President Wen. He invited us along,” Xu Linhe explained.

Xu Qingli froze. “Second Master Huo?”

If she wasn’t mistaken, in this world, the only one referred to as “Huo” was the male lead, Huo Wanfeng.

So, the guy across from her was actually Huo Wanfeng?!

Xu Qingli couldn’t help but glance up and noticed the handsome man had a small brown mole at the corner of his eye. That was the male lead’s signature trait! Moreover, while he appeared to be talking to Wen Qiaozhou, his gaze kept drifting toward Shu Ruan, clearly paying attention to her.

Looking at the empty seat between them, Xu Qingli suddenly understood—he wasn’t one of the original owner’s “fish.” The reason he’d been so eager to give her that seat was because he wanted to sit next to Shu Ruan himself.

Xu Qingli immediately regretted her choice.

Why hadn’t she chosen the seat next to Huo Wanfeng? Seeing everyone as one of her “fish.” It was all because of her guilty conscience, wasn’t it?

“Just a spoiled brat from the Huo family, not very well-regarded,” Xu Linhe said in a hushed tone, trying to downplay it when he noticed her odd expression.

Truthfully, he wasn’t particularly fond of Xu Qingli either. He just didn’t want to be overshadowed in this setting and hoped she’d focus solely on him.

Their voices were low, making it seem like they were sharing an intimate conversation.

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Just as Xu Linhe was about to ask Xu Qingli to add him again, Wen Qiaozhou’s voice suddenly cut in. “Have the two of you worked together before?”

Xu Qingli instinctively looked up at him, though her gaze settled slightly lower, avoiding direct eye contact with him. She only saw him raise a hand to adjust his glasses.

Truly the most handsome man in this world. Not only were his features flawless, but even his hands were unfairly beautiful.

As he raised his hand, the movement caused his sleeve to slide back slightly, revealing the sharp contours of his wrist. Despite the smooth curve, the thin skin accentuated a striking, almost angular, bone structure.

His fingers were long, clean, and well-defined, with nails neatly trimmed to follow the natural curve of his fingertips. Under the light, they looked like carved jade, the metal frame of his glasses reflecting a cool, pale gleam as he touched them.

Xu Qingli committed the detail to memory, planning to refine the fingers in her drawing later.

She’d already forgotten Wen Qiaozhou’s question, but Xu Linhe answered with a smile, “Yes, we worked together on Battlefield. Pear Blossom played my first love. Though it was just a few scenes, they left a lasting impression.”

“I remember that character,” the director sitting next to Xu Qingli chimed in. “Wasn’t she the one dressed in white gauze, dancing under the pear blossoms?”

Battlefield, as the name suggests, is a war film with a generally rugged style. The original owner acted as the male lead’s white moonlight who died young. In one scene, she wore a white dress and danced barefoot under a pear blossom tree in the moonlight. It had been one of the few soft and aesthetically beautiful moments in the film.

To this day, this scene still holds a place in rankings of classical beauties, white moonlight moments, and iconic shots. It was also the starting point of the original owner’s rise to fame. Netizens often say that the scene was pure yet seductive to the extreme, truly a masterpiece.

“Yes, that one.” Xu Linhe nodded. “Pear Blossom really does dance beautifully. No wonder she studied dance.”

Xu Qingli was so embarrassed she could have dug a hole in the ground with her toes. She clutched her glass of water, sipping slowly to pretend she was busy.

Meanwhile, the director, who had clearly watched and genuinely loved the film, chatted enthusiastically with Xu Linhe right across from her.

Huo Wanfeng glanced at Wen Qiaozhou, whose expression seemed calm, yet his gaze remained dark, and raised his voice to interrupt them. “Since everyone’s here, let’s serve the dishes. We can talk while we eat.”

Only then was the topic diverted.

Xu Qingli let out a long sigh of relief.

The dishes had already been prepared and were quickly brought out.

Given the standards of Huo’an Hotel, combined with the fact that both Wen Qiaozhou and Huo Wanfeng were present, every dish tonight was bound to be exquisite.

Ever since transmigrating, Xu Qingli had been strictly controlled by Shui Miao and had long been craving good food.

Today, with no one to restrain her and after a tiring day, her appetite was already raging uncontrollably. She couldn’t care less about anything else and buried herself in eating.

Still, her social anxiety lingered. She basically only picked at the dishes right in front of her, reluctantly giving up on the ones farther away no matter how much she wanted to try them.

Just as she was happily eating, a piece of fish suddenly landed in her bowl.

Xu Qingli froze, then looked up.

Xu Linhe smiled at her. “I noticed you seem to like fish. This sturgeon is quite good, why don’t you give it a try?”

The sturgeon had been placed near Huo Wanfeng’s side. Xu Qingli had indeed glanced at it a couple of times but gave up on trying it because it was too far.

She never expected Xu Linhe would serve her some.

Even though he had used the serving chopsticks, Xu Qingli instantly felt uncomfortable all over, as if everyone at the table was staring at her.

Her appetite instantly waned.

In the novel, Xu Linhe was one of the original owner’s “fish”, but unlike the others, he wasn’t completely devoted to her, making him the hardest to control.

So why was he being so proactive today?

Afraid that Xu Linhe might serve her more food, and mindful that she still had filming the next day (which meant she shouldn’t overeat anyway), Xu Qingli stopped reaching for other dishes. However, she didn’t put down her chopsticks either since she didn’t want to engage in conversation.

But to Wen Qiaozhou, her actions made it seem like she was savoring the fish Xu Linhe had given her, eating it slowly to prolong the enjoyment.

Was that fish really that good?

Wen Qiaozhou pressed his lips together, then reached out with his chopsticks to take a piece of sturgeon.

Huo Wanfeng, who had been stealing glances at Shu Ruan while eating, paid no attention to the dishes in front of him. He randomly picked something near him and accidentally bumped chopsticks with Wen Qiaozhou.

He paused, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Wen Qiaozhou.

Wen Qiaozhou had already taken a piece of fish, elegantly separating a small bite with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth.

Huo Wanfeng stared at him for several seconds before finally leaning in to whisper, “You never eat fish. What’s going on today?”

“Hm.” Wen Qiaozhou disdainfully set down his chopsticks and said flatly, “It really does taste terrible.”


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RFCCRE Ch 33 — Selling All Properties Just to Gain a Chance to Meet Her

Assistant Li, who had remained silent in the passenger seat, suddenly whipped his head around to stare at Xu Yao with bright eyes.

Assistant He was right! Working for anyone else meant it was still work, but working for the future boss lady basically made you half an employee of Ji Zhengqing!

Excuse me, but he was willing.

After a moment of silence, Ji Zhengqing said, “Yaoyao, to be honest, our Ji Group isn’t that great either.”

He wasn’t crazy enough to give away the Ji Group Tower as an engagement gift.

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Assistant Li, who had remained silent in the passenger seat, suddenly whipped his head around to stare at Xu Yao with bright eyes.

Assistant He was right! Working for anyone else meant it was still work, but working for the future boss lady basically made you half an employee of Ji Zhengqing!

Excuse me, but he was willing.

After a moment of silence, Ji Zhengqing said, “Yaoyao, to be honest, our Ji Group isn’t that great either.”

He wasn’t crazy enough to give away the Ji Group Tower as an engagement gift.

Xu Yao didn’t quite understand his meaning, thinking it was just the typical humility of a domineering CEO, so she continued to generously praise, “How could it not be great? Netizens all say that Ji Group is the only company that can rival my brother’s, not to mention the tower’s extremely unique architectural design. The high-tech atmosphere it gives off matches perfectly with your company’s corporate culture, and the president’s office should have a great panoramic view of the entire capital. It’s truly excellent.”

Ji Zhengqing finally realized that Xu Yao was talking about the tower’s appearance. This skyscraper had been under construction since his youth, and he had coordinated with the architectural designer when designing it, and as a result, its design reflected his bold and flamboyant ideas from when he was young.

Ji Zhengqing looked at Xu Yao and suddenly smiled, “Then we have the same taste in architecture.”

Ji Zhengqing had once thought that Xu Yao was like him—she wouldn’t rashly agree to an engagement, and if she did, it would be on the basis of genuine affection.

But he wasn’t an idiot. Ever since the last time, when Xu Yao kept all the fashion designers he’d invited for custom engagement outfits, only to poach them for game costume development, he belatedly realized a fact—

Xu Yao seemed to really just see him as an ordinary fiancé. Despite agreeing to the engagement, she wasn’t in a hurry to marry him, and was only thinking about taking advantage of him.

But now things are different. They had the same taste in aesthetics, which is already a good sign.

Ji Zhengqing asked gently, “Are you staying at the He family’s1 ancestral home now? I’ll take you back first.”

Xu Yao didn’t quite understand Ji Zhengqing’s intentions, so she nodded and let him take them back to the He family’s ancestral home.

Was Ji Zhengqing subtly showing her all his properties? His main source of income probably shouldn’t come from real estate, right? Company profits and stocks should make up the bulk of it.

Xu Yao really couldn’t figure out what Ji Zhengqing was up to until they got out of the car, and He Fan and Lu Ye accompanied her home.

He Fan, who understood Ji Zhengqing’s style of doing things, whispered, “Miss Yaoyao, it’s very likely that Ji Zhengqing was planning to give you a building as an engagement gift.” And even this had probably been because he was provoked by Ming Chan giving her a building.

Xu Yao was taken aback, and thought, Well why didn’t you say so earlier?

If you had said it sooner, I wouldn’t have been so foolish as to praise his Ji Group Tower! After all, Ji Zhengqing couldn’t possibly be crazy enough to give her his main source of profit, the company building.

But she wouldn’t mind—his other buildings were quite nice too!

Xu Yao’s face was filled with regret. She realised that the divine landlady had actually just lost a building!

Xu Yao felt a pain that made it hard to breathe. She suddenly stopped, then turned around, walking briskly back toward Ji Zhengqing’s black RV in the distance.

The car had just been about to start, but the driver immediately hit the brakes when he saw Xu Yao returning.

Xu Yao stood at the car door, looking up at Ji Zhengqing inside. Although he was slightly puzzled at her sudden return, he still had a gentle expression on his face as he asked, “Why are you back?”

Xu Yao hesitated, thought for a moment, and said, “It’s nothing, I just forgot to say goodbye.”

Ji Zhengqing’s eyes brightened, and his smile deepened, “Mm, goodbye.”

He added, “Go back early and rest. I’ll head home to deal with company documents first.”

Xu Yao: “…” Is that it? Don’t you have anything else to say to me?

Xu Yao forced a smile and said, “Okay,” then watched the RV leave her sight.

Pain—it’s just one word, and she would only say it once.

From the rearview mirror, Assistant Li could still see Xu Yao standing there as her figure grew distant. He couldn’t help but say, “President Ji, Miss Yaoyao seems a bit reluctant to see you go.”

Ji Zhengqing was rapidly reviewing the company documents on his lap. He usually had a habit of working overtime on weekends, and if it weren’t for Xu Yao coming to the capital today, he would probably have either flown straight to Haicheng or continued to work in the study of his own home.

Ji Zhengqing raised his eyes to look at his assistant. He could tell that Assistant Li was secretly saddened about not becoming Xu Yao’s employee. He didn’t take it to heart but seriously reminded him, “Assistant Li, less of that love-struck thinking; work is more important.”

Previously, he had misunderstood the situation, but it was fine; they could take their time in the future. The Ji Group Tower could not be given to Xu Yao, but he could still send her something else during the engagement banquet.

He hadn’t even done anything today, so what would Xu Yao be so reluctant about that she didn’t want to see him leave?

Assistant Li looked up at him in disbelief: “…”

Wait, who on earth are you calling love-struck?! And you’re lecturing me?

*

“They’ve already left, yet you’re still watching? Is he that good-looking?”

Who knew when Xu Jing walked over from behind Xu Yao. His tone was slightly sour as he looked at her standing there like a stone statue. Xu Jing hadn’t expected that his friend could have such a charm, making his sister so infatuated.

Xu Yao came back to her senses and greeted Xu Jing, “Brother.”

Xu Jing nodded, pulling Xu Yao to go home. The Xu family’s ancestral home integrated the aesthetic concepts of Northern architecture and Western garden art, combining ancient simplicity with Western elegance, with the two styles complementing one another rather than clashing with each other.

Xu Yao had also chosen to inherit one of these courtyards.

“Brother, do you have any connections to help me buy a few private jets?” Xu Yao asked.

For the wealthy, private jets weren’t particularly expensive; the real cost lay in their annual maintenance fee. However, Xu Yao wasn’t short on money, and thought having a few more jets to switch around would be nice.

Xu Jing agreed readily, “Sure, I’ll keep an eye out for you in the next few days.”

Xu Jing then inquired about their engagement banquet, and Xu Yao only mentioned that it was probably going to be a private engagement banquet and that it would be held on an island.

The Xu family’s ancestral home consisted of several small buildings, and Old Master Xu had always kept one building exclusively for the granddaughter he had yet to find, which was cleaned daily.

Xu Yao moved into the place immediately with Lu Ye and He Fan.

“Miss Yaoyao, the real estate market here in the capital is slightly different from that in Haicheng. We’ve already started recruiting here.” He Fan thought for a moment and said, “Moreover, we have a slight issue on our end now. Although Han Zhao and his team have developed a website and mobile app and have indeed made things easier for many people, there are still some who are unfamiliar with using the internet.”

Xu Yao understood what He Fan was saying. It was most likely the older generation who still had to rent at their age and couldn’t use the internet, who were the ones truly facing difficulties.

After considering the problem for a while, Xu Yao said, “We can’t just rely on online sign-ups for property inspections. We should also conduct offline registrations simultaneously.”

He Fan took note of this, while Lu Ye held the tablet for rental housing, which displayed the backend used by their team’s employees.

The tenants renting the properties didn’t have Xu Yao’s private WeChat, but they had all registered their accounts on the official website using their ID cards. If there were any issues that needed to be resolved by the landlady, they could send internal messages through the official site.

Han Zhao’s programming team had thought this through quite thoroughly, and aside from direct phone contact, the internal messaging system allowed tenants to choose options like “very urgent,” “urgent,” or “general.”

If “very urgent” was selected, Xu Yao’s rental team would respond within fifteen minutes, “urgent” would get a reply within an hour, and “general” would be replied to within 24 hours.

Lu Ye looked at a private message from one of the tenants and said, “Miss Yaoyao, a new tenant named Zhao Haisheng has sent an internal message, mentioning that he has some difficulties and hopes to discuss them with you in person.”

Seeing Xu Yao’s surprise, Lu Ye added, “It seems he’s the director of a variety show.”

Xu Yao came to a realisation immediately. He must have seen how Zuo Ning had gone viral because of her and wanted to follow suit, right?

Thinking back to the original novel, Xu Yao realized this person hadn’t even left his name or description in the novel.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yao smiled and said, “Meeting is fine.”

Even without relying on the original novel, she still believed in her own judgment.

*

Liu Yingxia was frantically trying to contact Xu Yao, whether by phone or email, but it was as if a stone had sunk into the sea. The other party didn’t reply at all and she didn’t know if Xu Yao had even seen it.

As expected of the original female lead, she could still take things in stride. Unable to reach Xu Yao directly, Liu Yingxia gritted her teeth and hired someone to write a letter of apology for her, posting it on Weibo with very sincere wording.

[Yingxia is really brave—daring to publicly apologize to Xu Yao. It’s okay, Yingxia. Recognizing your mistakes and correcting them is what matters most, Xu Yao will forgive you.]

[Honestly, if you put yourself in her shoes, it’s understandable. Back then Xiaxia was probably completely freaked out by Sheng Zhou’s extreme fans and didn’t know what to do. It’s not too late to apologize now.]

[Have her fans been brainwashed too much? Isn’t she just apologizing now because Yaoyao has gone globally viral while she’s about to fade out? And posting the apology directly on Weibo—are you trying to force Xu Yao to respond?]

[Are Xu Yao’s fans possessed or something? If she doesn’t apologize, you push Liu Yingxia onto the trending list, but if she does, you still attack her. How do you know Xu Yao won’t accept the apology? Looking forward to Liu Yingxia’s new variety show!]

Liu Yingxia looked at the mixed comments online about her apology letter, feeling anxious inside.

Unless Xu Yao publicly accepted her apology, it was unlikely that she would regain any fans. However, she didn’t have much interaction with Xu Yao, and Liu Yingxia regretted not having made friends with her when Seeking Immortality had just been confirmed.

“Let’s not worry about that for now and focus on the variety show coming up first,” Liu Yingxia encouraged herself, looking at her assistant and asking, “How’s my grand-uncle? Has the hotel been booked for him?”

Liu Yingxia only had one apartment in the capital, and since she didn’t want to live with her grand-uncle, she planned to book a hotel for him before the variety show started.

The assistant quickly replied, “He thinks staying in a hotel for two months is too expensive, so… he rented a place himself.”

That variety show was expected to take two months to film, so how could the average elderly person accept paying such expensive hotel prices for so long?

Liu Yingxia was slightly irritated at her grand-uncle’s willfulness; it was truly troublesome. With a dark expression on her face, she instructed her assistant to call her grand-uncle’s clunky mobile phone.

Liu Yingxia didn’t like this grand-uncle very much. He was a lifelong bachelor, and since the elderly man had fought in the war in his early years, he had been living on government subsidies all these years.

Now that her resources had plummeted, the only opportunity that came her way was a variety show directed by Zhao Haisheng called Hand in Hand in Our Later Years.

The requirement was for her to bring a grandparent who was still single onto the show, but her grandparents had long since passed away! Furthermore, none of the elderly relatives around her were still single.

Although Liu Yingxia felt that this variety show would be unlikely to make a big splash, she still wouldn’t give up any opportunity for exposure in the entertainment industry. She knew all too well that without exposure, there would be absolutely no chance for her to make a comeback.

So her gaze fell on her distant relative, Grand-uncle Cui Guoqiang. Apparently when this grand-uncle had heard he was going to appear on television, and that the whole country would have a chance to see him, only then had he agreed despite his earlier consideration.

“Sister Xia, the call has gone through.” The assistant handed her the phone.

Liu Yingxia suppressed her displeasure and gently asked the elderly man on the other end, “Grand-uncle, why are you renting a place by yourself? I can book a hotel for you.”

Cui Guoqiang carried his belongings into his place in a small hutong. In a voice tinged with a thick rural accent, he said, “It’s too expensive. Grand-uncle can just rent a place himself. But is it usually such a hassle to rent in your big city?”

Liu Yingxia didn’t quite understand, “A hassle to rent? Renting in the capital isn’t a hassle at all.” You just look at the property through an agency, confirm it, and sign the rental contract, and that’s it.

Feeling hot after entering the house, Cui Guoqiang unbuttoned his military green coat and carefully removed the badge from his chest, storing it in an aluminum container before saying, “Grand-uncle thinks it’s quite troublesome. I still have to fill out some kind of survey form just to rent. I even misspelled several words.”

Cui Guoqiang continued to ramble on, “Thank goodness the country’s policy is good now. My parents’ generation were all illiterate, but I’ve been educated.”

Liu Yingxia: “…” She didn’t want to hear this.

However, the more Liu Yingxia thought about it, the more something felt off. What sort of tenant in the capital would still need to fill in a survey?

Suddenly a name flashed through Liu Yingxia’s mind, startling her into asking, “Grand-uncle, who’s your landlord?”

Cui Guoqiang replied, “I haven’t met the landlady yet, but I heard her name is Xu Yao. This landlady noticed that I’m a retired soldier and even gave me a discount on the rent. It’s much cheaper than the hotel you booked for me, Yingxia.”

Liu Yingxia couldn’t believe it. Seriously? How had her grand-uncle managed to rent Xu Yao’s place so easily?! Netizens were practically fighting over Xu Yao’s properties now, with even Director Zhao selling his house just for a place!

No, Liu Yingxia thought instead—

Xu Yao actually had properties in the capital too?

As for Liu Yingxia’s apology, Xu Yao still gave no response, but she still quickly started trending again.

#XuYaoInCapitalCity#

[Holy crap! Who was it that said Xu Yao didn’t have any property in the capital? Well, she’s finally here!]

[Heads up for everyone looking to rent from Xu Yao in the capital—her business is expanding here! It’s confirmed she owns property in XX Hutong!]

[Ahhh, places in that hutong start at like 400,000 per square meter, right? Sister Yao is incredible. With her arrival, real estate agents in the capital are probably all crying now. After all, she’s insanely competitive.]

[Has Xu Yao finally noticed us, the starving masses in the capital? I’ve always had my eye on the places she rents out in Haicheng, but I couldn’t move because of work in the capital. Now I finally can.]

[There must be so many young people coming to the capital chasing their dreams, right? I really want to know—just who’s going to be the next lucky person to get help from the great Landlady Xu?]

There are countless young people working in the capital, and the sky-high housing prices also seem like an invisible mountain pressing down on them. Just how many young people are crammed into basements, and how many endure terrifying commutes of two to three hours a day?

Even if they don’t become the lucky ones helped by Xu Yao, just being able to rent Xu Yao’s property would still be considered a stroke of luck.

Liu Yingxia looked at the trending topics, her expression filled with envy. Even after stepping back from the industry, Xu Yao still managed to garner so much attention. Clearly, her Weibo isn’t even that active now; she just occasionally shares bits of her life, yet she still has millions of followers.

“Yingxia, can that variety show really be seen by everyone in the country?” Grand-uncle Cui Guoqiang asked, still somewhat uncertain.

Liu Yingxia felt a bit guilty and replied reluctantly, “Yeah, it should be.”

Unless that lousy variety show encountered a stroke of luck, given its flawed formatting, how could it possibly become popular enough for everyone in the country to see it? In any case, Liu Yingxia certainly didn’t believe it could.

However, Cui Guoqiang took it seriously. He took out a blurry old photo from the aluminum container and wiped it, muttering, “Old brother, just wait for me a little longer. I will definitely find you.”

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During this time, Zhao Haisheng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He had truly lost his mind and sold his house in the capital, forcibly moving his entire family to Haicheng. It had to be said that his luck was still quite good. After struggling to understand the rental questions from Xu Yao, he successfully became her tenant.

However, his connections and career were still in the capital, so he remained there.

Xu Yao agreed to meet him, making Zhao Haisheng so excited that he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t help but fantasize about being the next Zuo Ning, going from being unknown to becoming a nationwide sensation, now thriving in his career.

Zhao Haisheng arrived at the agreed location an hour early, taking out a tissue with utmost seriousness just to wipe the already clean European-style round table again and again.

Xu Yao soon walked in with Lu Ye and He Fan. When Zhao Haisheng saw Xu Yao, he was so excited he could almost fly, “Miss Xu Yao… oh no, Miss Landlady, Miss Landlady.”

Xu Yao didn’t burst Zhao Haisheng’s bubble, smiling, “I heard Director Zhao rented my house in Haicheng. Are you having any difficulties in your life?”

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Haisheng’s bronze face. Everyone was clamoring to rent Xu Yao’s house and seek her investment, but when he actually went to find Xu Yao with that mindset, he still felt a bit shy.

Xu Yao was genuinely a kind-hearted landlady and truly wanted to help her tenants. But renting was secondary to him, and his real intention was to seek Xu Yao’s investment.

When Zhao Haisheng thought about it, his face grew redder, and he couldn’t squeeze out a single word from the phrases he had prepared in his mind.

It was Xu Yao who spoke first, “I heard Director Zhao is planning to shoot a variety show called ‘Hand in Hand in Our Later Years,’ a dating show for the elderly? Are you facing some sort of difficulty in funding?” 

Zhao Haisheng looked at Xu Yao’s clear eyes and felt a bit ashamed, nodding as he carefully pushed the project materials in front of Xu Yao.

Xu Yao quickly skimmed through the materials, suddenly understanding why Zhao Haisheng didn’t even have a scene in the original novel.

This variety show really didn’t seem promising at all. Zhao Haisheng wanted to take a different approach and create a dating show for the elderly, but he knew the target audience would definitely be limited, so—

He also inserted celebrities into the mix, having them bring their grandparents onto the show to talk about love, hoping to attract some popularity through their fans. The project proposal gave Xu Yao a sense of confusion about the show’s priorities; it was just a mishmash of ideas that didn’t quite fit together.

When trying to reap all the benefits, the outcome of such actions usually results in ending up with nothing at all.

This variety show was likely to flop without making any waves, after all, it hadn’t even been mentioned in the original text.

Xu Yao smiled and said, “Director Zhao’s show sounds great, I wish you success. I’ll check it out when it airs. If you’re facing any financial difficulties, how about I reduce your rent by half a month?”

Who in the entertainment industry isn’t sharp? As soon as Xu Yao said this, Zhao Haisheng immediately understood her meaning: she was offering verbal support, but… that was all.

Zhao Haisheng felt a lump in his throat. He should’ve understood. He wasn’t like Zuo Ning. Zuo Ning was a young person short on cash, and with Xu Yao’s help, he soared to new heights. Ming Chan was an exceptionally capable female entrepreneur. Both were typical examples of people who just lacked an opportunity. In contrast, he had already been in the entertainment industry for many years, and even reached middle age, yet he still hadn’t gained much fame.

He had always known he was an ambitious, yet ordinary person, clearly only possessing average abilities but unwilling to settle for mediocrity. Netizens said Xu Yao had extraordinary insight; perhaps he really shouldn’t be fighting against fate.

Holding back tears, Zhao Haisheng smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Miss Landlady. You don’t need to reduce my rent. You’re not renting out your property as charity, and I can still afford the rent.”

Xu Yao looked at Zhao Haisheng again, then turned to He Fan for clarification.

He Fan understood and said, “Director Zhao has a house in the capital, but he sold it so he could rent your place, Miss Yaoyao.”

Xu Yao paused slightly upon hearing this. Had he really gone all in on a gamble like this?

Selling all his property just for a chance to meet her? Xu Yao couldn’t help but regard Zhao Haisheng with newfound respect.

Xu Yao had always understood that ordinary people were the majority in this world. Talents like Zuo Ning, Han Zhao, and Ming Chan were ultimately in the minority, and the vast majority lived ordinary lives.

But can’t ordinary people have dreams too? Are ordinary people’s dreams not worth mentioning?

Xu Yao suddenly smiled. Well, even if her whole investment went down the drain, she could still bear it.

Xu Yao continued flipping through the project proposal, moving on to the list of guests drafted by Zhao Haisheng.

There were internet celebrities bringing their grandmothers, second-tier singers bringing their grandfathers, and then—

Xu Yao suddenly stopped, staring intently at a page that read: Liu Yingxia was bringing her grand-uncle, Cui Guoqiang, onto the show.

She didn’t need an introduction to Liu Yingxia, after all, she was the original female lead, and Xu Yao had no intention of acknowledging her and simply acted as if she were invisible.

But… Cui Guoqiang!

In the original novel, this old man was merely a side character, barely mentioned in passing by Liu Yingxia, yet he ended up being the most memorable and touching figure to Xu Yao out of the entire novel!

This old gentleman’s first appearance is at the funeral of Liu Yingxia’s grand-uncle. Cui Guoqiang was already past seventy, and having gone to war in his early years, he carried old injuries; he couldn’t withstand that kind of shock and passed away.

Liu Yingxia also met the original male lead at Cui Guoqiang’s funeral, and from then on, the two became entangled.

Zhao Haisheng saw Xu Yao staring intently at a particular page and quickly took a peek. Seeing “Liu Yingxia” written there made him want to cry even more.

It was just one word: tragic! He would only say it once!

Liu Yingxia and Sheng Zhou’s fans had all turned against Xu Yao online, driving her to madness and forcing her to withdraw from the industry. Although most of those doing this were Sheng Zhou’s fans, Liu Yingxia had remained silent and did not help her clarify the facts.

What sort of investment could he possibly attract? It would be more of a miracle if he didn’t offend Xu Yao!

Zhao Haisheng quickly said, “Miss Xu Yao, the contract with Liu Yingxia has already been signed.” So there was no way to change it now.

Xu Yao smiled, “I know, Liu Yingxia is quite good.”

If one didn’t consider the negative press, Liu Yingxia had the most fans among all the guests. Zhao Haisheng had truly gone to great lengths to gain a bit of attention.

Xu Yao closed the project proposal with both hands, the sound of her palms clapping through the pages echoed. She smiled, “So, I’ll invest a bit of money to help my tenant.”

“Huh?!” Zhao Haisheng was incredulous!

Clearly… she had just politely declined! How could she suddenly want to invest?

Zhao Haisheng recalled that Xu Yao had been looking at the guests Liu Yingxia and Cui Guoqiang. That grand-uncle, who wasn’t well-known, couldn’t possibly be the main reason, so it must be… Liu Yingxia!

Zhao Haisheng also remembered Liu Yingxia had posted a handwritten apology letter on Weibo, filled with sincerity.

Could this be Xu Yao’s way of accepting Liu Yingxia’s apology?

Zhao Haisheng was overjoyed; no matter what, he was the one that was going to benefit from it!

Zhao Haisheng repeatedly said, “Great, great, thank you, Miss Landlady! Thank you, Miss Landlady!”

Xu Yao and Zhao Haisheng agreed on a time before leaving.

Just as Xu Yao stepped out of the bar, she heard uncontrollable cheers coming from inside and couldn’t help but find it amusing. This director probably didn’t realize he was also one of the reasons, right?

As soon as they left, a delighted Zhao Haisheng immediately called Liu Yingxia, his words filled with gratitude, “Yingxia, it’s all thanks to you! Xu Yao actually agreed to invest in our variety show!”

He had taken a gamble by seeking out Xu Yao, and thankfully it had paid off!

Liu Yingxia was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. How could it possibly be because of her? Wasn’t Xu Yao only helping her tenants?

“It’s really not because I’m her tenant. Xu Yao had politely declined me before, but when she saw you on the guest list, she immediately agreed.”

Zhao Haisheng insisted it wasn’t because of him, and Liu Yingxia thought about the guest list, which included not only her but also her grand-uncle, Cui Guoqiang.

Liu Yingxia said with uncertainty, “Um… Director, my grand-uncle seems to be Xu Yao’s tenant too.”

Since it couldn’t be because of Zhao Haisheng, it must be because of her grand-uncle, right?

Her grand-uncle was over seventy, and was an old man with no education except for having been to war. Would Xu Yao invest in this lackluster variety show just because of him? Did she have that much money to throw around?

Director Zhao was shocked, “Wait, you’re having your grand-uncle rent in the capital?”


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ACFVFA Ch 2: My Ambition Lies in Raising Fish

The Clear Balance Sect held an entrance ceremony every three years to replenish the ranks of each peak with fresh blood. Every six months, there was a registration and record-checking session to add the names of previously unregistered outer sect disciples and remove those who had given up on cultivation and left the mountain. At the same time, disciples’ seniority was calculated based on this timeline, with the necessary resources distributed accordingly.

Ning Youli had arrived just in time. Had she arrived any later, she would have missed out on a full six months’ worth of seniority. 

At this moment, she sat atop Peak Master Xie’s crane mount, slowly descending. Wispy clouds parted before her, and the blurred scenery grew clearer as the distance grew closer.

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The Clear Balance Sect held an entrance ceremony every three years to replenish the ranks of each peak with fresh blood. Every six months, there was a registration and record-checking session to add the names of previously unregistered outer sect disciples and remove those who had given up on cultivation and left the mountain. At the same time, disciples’ seniority was calculated based on this timeline, with the necessary resources distributed accordingly.

Ning Youli had arrived just in time. Had she arrived any later, she would have missed out on a full six months’ worth of seniority. 

At this moment, she sat atop Peak Master Xie’s crane mount, slowly descending. Wispy clouds parted before her, and the blurred scenery grew clearer as the distance grew closer.

“…If you still remember what happened two years ago, you should have some impression of this place.” The person in front turned his head slightly, his voice carried by the wind.

Amidst the clouds and mist, Xie Lingyun’s immortal demeanor seemed even more ethereal and aloof.

“The outer sect disciple registration ceremony is about to begin. Once registered, you will be able to start learning how to manage the duties of Spirit Cloud Pool.”

Ning Youli looked down and realized the platform for the registration ceremony was the same place where the original host had her spiritual roots tested years ago. However, unlike the grand scene in her memory that had been crowded with people, there were only about twenty individuals now, making it quite desolate.

It seemed that no matter how many people regretted their decision and came up the mountain, only a handful of them would gain the approval of a peak master.

Ning Youli couldn’t help but reflect that perhaps all her luck in this lifetime had been used up today.

“I remember.” She weighed her words carefully. “That day, all ten peak masters and the sect leader were present, and there were many people coming to test their spiritual roots. But those selected as personal disciples… seemed to be fewer than ten?”

“Mm,” Xie Lingyun responded. “In recent years, there haven’t been many with talent.”

The corner of Ning Youli’s mouth twitched. To say that right in front of her face… wasn’t that a bit lacking in emotional intelligence?

She looked at the man with a cool, detached demeanor standing before her and thought to herself that this was probably the fundamental reason why he ultimately failed to win the beauty’s heart in the end.

In the female lead’s battlefield of love, wasn’t every man outstanding in their respective fields? Whether it was the male lead, whose cultivation soared to the Nascent Soul stage in just a few years, earning him the title of Sword Venerable, or the Demon Lord with formidable assets who could fight the male lead to a draw, or even Xie Lingyun, the master of Spirit Cloud Peak before her—who formed his Golden Core at a young age, possessed a handsome and refined appearance, a cool and immortal-like temperament, and was a rare, high-level alchemist who made reviving the dead and regenerating flesh no longer just a myth.

In the book, Xie Lingyun even refined his own life-bound weapon into a pill to revive the female lead from death, gifting her three hundred years of cultivation. And yet, he still wasn’t one of the most important figures by her side.

Although both were alchemists, his disciple, Pei Jue, being of the same generation as the female lead, was even closer to her than him.

—Not only did their skills overlap, but his incompetence in sweet-talking was also a critical hit.

“There’s no need for anything too formal today,” the man continued. “I will test your spiritual roots once more. After that, you can begin learning about the duties of outer sect disciples.”

Those dark, ink-black eyes of his lowered slightly. “Do what you’re supposed to do, and at the same time, don’t neglect your cultivation.”

Ning Youli naturally agreed. In the Clear Balance Sect, even disciples tasked with sweeping the mountain gates had to cultivate to the late Foundation Establishment stage at the very least, that way, they would at least have the strength to escape if they ever encountered any trouble.

The crane descended slowly, landing on the testing platform.

Ning Youli was the first to scan her surroundings. Among the twenty or so people present, only about a dozen, like her, wore pale blue silk pouches at their waists. The rest were guides sent by the various peaks. Judging by the proficiency of their salutes, they had likely been on the mountain for some time already.

“Peak Master Xie,” these people greeted respectfully.

Xie Lingyun gave a slight nod and, without further ado, walked directly to the area designated for testing spiritual power. “Line up, one at a time.”

The naturally transparent stone pillar would react with the corresponding spiritual root once one infused their spiritual power into it.

Ning Youli craned her neck slightly from the back to watch. The brother in front of her had just infused his spiritual power when purple lightning appeared on the transparent jade, followed by a small green sprout emerging from the withered vines coiled around the stone pillar.

“Dual thunder and wood spiritual roots,” Xie Lingyun verified against the register. “Correct.”

The disciple thanked him and left with the waiting guide.

“Next.”

When it was her turn, Ning Youli placed her hand on the stone pillar but received no response for a long time.

Xie Lingyun: “…”

He looked at the motionless girl and raised an eyebrow. “Why aren’t you infusing your spiritual power?”

Because I thought this was automatic.

Ning Youli grumbled inwardly, then turned to the system for help: [How do I infuse spiritual power?]

As a transmigrator, she hadn’t fully grasped how to use her abilities in the cultivation world.

System: [Hold your breath, focus your mind, and concentrate.]

Ning Youli: [I don’t get it.]

System: […What level does the host want?]

Ning Youli: [Is it not fixed?]

System: [Of course not.]

When a person does not continually cultivate, their spiritual power typically tends to weaken as they age.

Moreover, two years had already passed.

Under normal circumstances, Ning Youli’s spiritual root aptitude would likely have deteriorated from average to very low, with the best-case scenario being no change at all.

The system believed that all humans have a desire to grow stronger, and this host would surely choose to exert the most exceptional aptitude.

Yet Ning Youli replied, “Just keep it as before.”

Survival meant staying low-key—otherwise, how could one survive? If she were to become exceptionally talented, she would only be the nail that stuck out and eventually got hammered down.

The system remained noncommittal.

Why was this host so lacking in ambition? What a miscalculation.

But it still decided to make her slightly less ordinary—for the sake of leveling up.

Thus, when Ning Youli placed her hand on the stone pillar again, the transparent jade condensed into deep blue frost flowers.

At the same time, the Peak Master of Spirit Cloud Peak lifted his gaze, just in time for his eyes to reflect that shimmering blue light.

Compared to the “weak aptitude” recorded in the booklet, the jade now gave the answer—”average.”

Different inclinations, yet they were worlds apart.

If “weak” meant she might never even reach Foundation Establishment in this lifetime, then “average” meant she could at least strive to reach Core Formation.

Was there an error in the previous records?

The man’s brow furrowed. After a pause, he still crossed out the previous record and replaced it with “average.”

Ning Youli, unaware that her spiritual root had been upgraded a tier, waited peacefully to the side for someone to come and fetch her.

Sure enough, the one who came was still Pei Jue.

The young man summoned an immortal crane and was about to take her away when Xie Lingyun said, “Go wait for me at the Heart Reflecting Hall.”

What was the Heart Reflecting Hall? Ning Youli didn’t know, but Pei Jue did. It was a place of utter tranquility, where disciples reflected on their Dao Heart1 in silence, and also where important matters were usually discussed.

Why would their master ask them to go there…?

Though puzzled, Pei Jue still nodded.

The Heart Reflecting Hall was very close to Spirit Cloud Pool. Opening the window, one could see the mist-shrouded celestial pools a hundred feet above, with a waterfall cascading down the rock wall beside it, splashing white spray that drenched the nearby rocks in a thick layer of moss.

“Let’s wait here for Master first,” Pei Jue said, pouring two cups of water. “In the meantime, I’ll tell you about the usual tasks required for you to do at Spirit Cloud Pool.”

Ning Youli nodded. “I’ll make sure to listen carefully to Senior Brother’s guidance.”

“No need to be formal,” Pei Jue paused. “Because Spirit Cloud Pool is located at the highest point in the sect, the fish raised here are of higher quality than those in any other pool or stream. There are also many rare species not usually seen, and their medicinal effects in soups or decoctions are even better.”

Ning Youli blinked. “Is it really okay for me to manage a place like this?”

She had only intended to casually take management of a fishpond, never expecting the one assigned to her to seem this impressive.

The lease contract given by the Peak Master was certainly genuine.

Pei Jue smiled. “Originally, there should have been two or three others working alongside you… but Reflected Radiance Pool on the main peak has been especially busy lately, so everyone was transferred there to help. For now, you’ll have to manage here on your own.”

[Spirit Cloud Pool is the most stable celestial pool in the entire Clear Balance Sect. Usually, one or two people are enough to take care of it, and constant attention isn’t necessary. The creatures in other celestial pools require cultivators with the necessary cultivation to suppress them, but Spirit Cloud Pool doesn’t need that.] The system explained in a timely manner.

So it was a job so leisurely I could even drink tea during work hours. Turns out they’re really looking out for me.

Thinking this, Ning Youli revealed a smile with even more genuine sincerity. “It’s fine if I’m alone. I’ll definitely work hard to complete all the tasks assigned by the Peak Master.”

“Even so…”

The more Pei Jue looked at this obedient junior sister, the more he felt she couldn’t handle such rough work. He couldn’t help but say, “The lease contract is flexible. As long as Master agrees, we can assign you to other duties at any time.”

“What kind of other duties?” Ning Youli asked curiously. Could there be a job with better benefits than this?

“Grinding herbs, sorting materials, smelting… and the like.” Pei Jue repeated his earlier suggestion.

“…” Ning Youli chose to remain silent.

Talking too much was also one of the reasons this guy couldn’t win over the female lead in the end.

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Not long after, Xie Lingyun also arrived at the Heart Reflecting Hall.

The man lowered his gaze, searching through the records in his hand for Ning Youli’s entry from years past. There were notes from the original recorder, clearly stating: Ning Youli, age twelve, ice spiritual root, weak aptitude, unfavorable for cultivation.

Now, the age had been changed from twelve to fourteen, and her aptitude had also changed, with the fresh ink marks still visible.

Ning Youli couldn’t see the words hidden by the man’s sleeve, but the system projected them for her to see.

[Something feels off…]

Ning Youli keenly sensed something amiss and quickly directed her suspicion toward the system. [What’s going on?]

Her tone was calm and unhurried, as if she were merely asking a simple question.

Even though it had been caught privately altering her aptitude, the system replied very formally: [Improving the host’s aptitude helps with system upgrades and also benefits the host in cultivating for self-defense. This is a reasonable and spontaneous action by this system.]

[I think your real motive is more about the former…] Ning Youli curved her lips into a smile.

The system’s reminder made her realize that gaining some self-defense ability was indeed necessary. If in the future, giant rocks were to fall and she was still unlucky enough not to escape, she would definitely need to have some strength to break through.

For example… smashing through the giant rock with her bare hands?

“Have you encountered any major events in the past two years?” Xie Lingyun’s voice suddenly broke the silence, immediately bringing Ning Youli’s attention  back.

“Major events?” Ning Youli hesitated slightly. Did transmigrating into a book count?

Xie Lingyun glanced at her. “Yes or no?”

“No.” Ning Youli shook her head gently. “Being able to ascend the immortal mountain two years ago was already the most unforgettable event of my life.”

“…” Xie Lingyun pondered for a moment, then turned and asked, “Do you have any thoughts on cultivating the Dao?”

Cultivating the Dao?

“Of course I do.” Ning Youli curved her eyes into a smile, not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation, and boasted, “The Clear Balance Sect is the number one major sect in the cultivation world. Being able to cultivate here is something many people can only dream of.”

“Very good.”

Xie Lingyun said something that surprised Ning Youli, “If you share the same thought, then that’s good.”

The next moment, a flash of white appeared at the doorway, followed by a cool, clear female voice, “Peak Master Xie.”

A woman with a calm and serene expression nodded to Xie Lingyun. She wore a white dress, with a pale blue shawl draped over her arm. Standing there, she resembled Guanyin carved upon an ice lotus throne, completely devoid of desire and emotion.

Ning Youli searched her memory for the woman’s identity: Yin Chongliang, Peak Master of Profound Chill Peak.

Yin Chongliang is a spell cultivator with an ice spiritual root. The ice lotuses she conjured were pervasive, capable of killing without a trace. She is also the most powerful woman in the entire Clear Balance Sect.

Though formidable, she appeared only once in the entire book—when her personal disciple, for the sake of the female lead, chose to sever their master-disciple relationship. Enraged, the woman broke eighteen of her disciple’s ribs and threw him off a cliff.

And that disciple of hers was the one with the ice spiritual root, whose talent surpassed the original host’s two years ago and whom she had personally selected.

Ning Youli inexplicably sensed that the woman’s arrival was related to her.

Because she, too, was… an ice spiritual root.

Watching this woman that was as cold as ice approach her, the chill emanating from her was enough to make one shiver. The woman glanced at her sideways, her gaze sweeping over her, neither gentle nor sharp.

“You, would you be willing to become my disciple?”

Ning Youli finally understood: So, Xie Lingyun’s earlier words to her had a reason behind them?

Now, a spell cultivator at the Grand Ascension realm was extending an olive branch to her.

Two paths lay before her—or rather, if it were anyone else in her place, there would be only one path:

Seize this opportunity, transform from an outer sect disciple directly into an inner sect personal disciple, embark on the proper path of immortality, and strive to rise above others!

The system felt it had inadvertently complicated things. If the host agreed just like that, when would they ever begin farming?

[Host…]

“Your kindness is deeply appreciated, but this disciple’s aspirations lie elsewhere. I hope you will forgive me.”

Before the system could even persuade her, Ning Youli gave her answer, so quickly that the other three people in the room didn’t even have time to react.

After a long pause, Pei Jue hesitantly spoke up, “This is Peak Master Yin of Profound Chill Peak.” His intention was to remind Ning Youli of the significant status of the person before her.

But Ning Youli acted as though she hadn’t heard, speaking with sincere conviction, “This disciple’s aptitude is mediocre, and I have no great ambitions in this path. Since childhood, I’ve only wished for my own fishpond, to labor diligently and find joy in a pastoral life… In this world, nothing matters more than peace, tranquility, stability, and contentment.”

The gazes of those present turned toward the young woman, filled with disbelief.

Did she realize who she had refused?

This was a cultivator at the late Grand Ascension realm, the Peak Master of Profound Chill Peak, just one step away from undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation!

Not interested in this path… Your ambition… Could it truly be just raising fish?


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GV Ch 7 — The Generous Dairy Cow

The next morning, warmth still lingered in the bedding, but the air inside the room had already turned chilly.

Lin Xuejun stretched her arm out and immediately got goosebumps, so she shivered and quickly pulled it back under the covers.

So cold…

Since men and women shared the same room now, the moment they heard rustling sounds from the men’s side as they got up, the women also immediately sprang upright from their beds. Though they hissed and shivered from the cold, they gritted their teeth and quickly dressed.

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The next morning, warmth still lingered in the bedding, but the air inside the room had already turned chilly.

Lin Xuejun stretched her arm out and immediately got goosebumps, so she shivered and quickly pulled it back under the covers.

So cold…

Since men and women shared the same room now, the moment they heard rustling sounds from the men’s side as they got up, the women also immediately sprang upright from their beds. Though they hissed and shivered from the cold, they gritted their teeth and quickly dressed.

Meng Tianxia was the first to jump off the kang, exclaiming “First!” before dashing out to gather clean snow for everyone to boil water.

She washed her face in a hurry, as if she were rushing off to battle, and her cheeks still flushed, she left with a shout of, “I’ll fetch breakfast today!” before running out the door as if someone were chasing her.

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Half an hour later, when Meng Tianxia returned with breakfast, Mu Junqing sliced the coarse grain buns and toasted them on the cleaned stove until they turned golden and crispy. He then took out a bag of sugar he had brought from home and carefully sprinkled a bit into the congee.

Though the breakfast had been “upgraded” by Mu Junqing, the buns were still hard enough to scrape the roof of one’s mouth. The congee was bland, with only a few grains of white rice and mostly unsoftened corn grits. The pickled vegetables were unbearably salty, with just a small strip able to accompany half a bowl of congee.

Although all the food was barely edible, the educated youths ate in silence with their heads down, uttering not a single word of complaint.

Lin Xuejun was just thinking that once the roads reopened after the snowfall, the brigade could send someone to the Husehe Commune headquarters to restock supplies, and maybe the meals would improve… when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Yi Xiuyu, who was sitting closest to the door, got up to answer it and found a small aluminum bucket placed outside. Looking up, she only caught a glimpse of a figure running away. It was a man in a Mongolian deel1, clutching a triangular sheepskin yuden hat, stumbling through the deep snow without even turning back.

“Who was it?” someone inside called out.

“Not sure…” Yi Xiuyu carried the small bucket inside and, after closing the door, hesitated before saying, “I think it might be the uncle whose cow had a difficult birth last night.”

“Brother Ülzii, the herdsman?” Lin Xuejun, holding a rock-hard bun, turned to ask Yi Xiuyu.

“Maybe. He ran off in a flash and left this behind.” Yi Xiuyu lifted the small bucket, feeling the liquid sloshing inside. “Seems like water.”

Lin Xuejun set down her steamed bun and peered out the frost-covered window again, but all she saw was the blinding white snow, without a trace of anyone else.

“What is it?” Meng Tianxia circled it curiously.

Lin Xuejun took the bucket, unscrewed the lid, and froze at the sight of the milky-white liquid inside. Her eyes widened in delight. “It’s milk!”

A chorus of gasps and shuffling followed as all the educated youths stood up, their eyes practically glowing as they stared into the bucket. A few nearly drooled before catching themselves and awkwardly sitting back down.

“This must be from Herdsman Ülzii, for Comrade Lin,” Mu Junqing nodded. “Perfect for nourishing you.”

“Right, this bucket should last Comrade Lin several days,” another youth said, swallowing loudly before quickly turning away, pretending he wasn’t eyeing the milk at all.

“Could it be from the brigade leader for—” A male educated youth started to ask, unable to resist his craving.

Mu Junqing turned his head and glared at the other person, causing the male educated youth to quickly shut his mouth. That’s right, they hadn’t done anything, so why would the brigade leader send them milk? Moreover, if it really was the brigade leader who sent the milk, why didn’t he say anything to them before turning and running off?

Yesterday, when Ülzii came to deliver firewood, he had done the same, and dropped it off before leaving immediately. That was clearly Ülzii’s style. Even though they all craved the milk, they couldn’t just lie through their teeth and steal Comrade Lin’s hard-earned reward.

Lin Xuejun looked at the small aluminum bucket, about 15 centimetres tall, and raised her head to address everyone. “Let’s share the milk today. That way, it’ll give us energy for work.”

“How can we do that?” Meng Tianxia was the first to object, standing up and waving her hands. She wasn’t that greedy! Even though her eyes could barely tear themselves away from the milk, she couldn’t possibly indulge!

But Lin Xuejun generously handed the milk bucket to Meng Tianxia. “Comrade Meng, could you add half a bowl of water to the milk and boil it for us?”

Meng Tianxia looked longingly at Lin Xuejun, then at Mu Junqing.

“When you have something delicious in the future, you can share some with me too,” Lin Xuejun clapped her hands together. “Hurry up, we’ll be leaving soon. If we don’t drink it now, there won’t be enough time.”

Mu Junqing smiled faintly and finally nodded at Meng Tianxia.

With a delighted squeal, Meng Tianxia took the bucket of milk and headed for the stove. Normally a whirlwind of energy, she now walked with exaggerated care, as if afraid to spill even a drop.

After adding water to the bucket, she stood vigilantly by the stove, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the aluminum container, swearing she wouldn’t let the milk boil over. After all, not a single drop could be wasted!

Yi Xiuyu had already prepared six cups and bowls, rubbing her hands together as she hovered near the pot of milk.

“Is it really alright for us to drink this?” she asked, thinking guiltily about how she had once nicknamed Lin Xuejun ‘Little Sister Lin’ and complained about not wanting to take care of a sick person… Yet now here she was, about to drink Lin Xuejun’s milk. It was too embarrassing.

“Of course,” Lin Xuejun assured her solemnly, earning a shy smile from Yi Xiuyu.

A few minutes later, small bubbles began to rise in the aluminum bucket, and a fragrant steam gradually wafted out. The other educated youths also gathered around, some near, some far, all inhaling deeply.

The warm aroma of milk smells so delicious~~~

*

An early-rising villager passing by the educated youths’ residence noticed the empty courtyard—no carts, no firewood or dung piled against the walls, no chicken coops or sheep pens, not even a guard dog.

Shaking his head, the villager thought these newly arrived educated youths must be the poorest, most destitute folks in the brigade, with nothing but their own strength to rely on. But then, suddenly, he caught a whiff of an enticing aroma.

His mouth instantly started to water, and he hurried closer to the entrance of the educated youths’ small courtyard, tilting his head to sniff deeply.

“Tsk tsk, what’s that amazing smell?”

As he stood there inhaling, a grubby little kid from next door ran over, greeted him, and asked curiously, “Uncle, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh! Just passing by—passing by!” Flustered, the villager wiped his mouth and quickly walked away.

The grubby little kid watched him go in confusion, and just as he was about to continue his errand for his mother, he suddenly stopped.

His nose twitched rapidly, and before he knew it, he was standing in the exact same spot the uncle had been standing in.

So good… so good…

Before long, the grubby little kid had stealthily entered the courtyard, completely forgetting the errand his mother had given him, consumed entirely with the greedily sniffing that intoxicating scent.

…Inside the tiled house, after the milk was boiled, Meng Tianxia eagerly moved aside the milk bucket and carefully ladled a bowl for each person.

Not a single drop spilled or dripped out throughout the entire process.

Yi Xiuyu pulled her sleeves down to insulate her hands from the heat, cradled her bowl of milk, and returned to the dining table. Bending over, she blew on the steaming milk, looking just like a greedy cat that was eager to drink but wary of the head.

The last large bowl in the bucket, of course, was all for Lin Xuejun.

After serving Lin Xuejun, Meng Tianxia added water to the bucket, swirled it to rinse off the milk residue clinging to the sides, then placed it back on the stove to simmer over low heat.

By the time the milk was ladled from the stove to the table, a thin, creamy-yellow layer of milk skin had already formed on the surface.

Yi Xiuyu carefully lifted the milk skin with her fingernail, tilted her head back, and caught it in her mouth. With her eyes closed and head tilted, she chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, then shook her head with a sigh of satisfaction.

Lin Xuejun had often drunk fresh milk like this as a child. She watched her mother milk the cows, then carry the bucket to boil it, steam rising in the air.

The mist always blurred her mother’s face. She would take the bowl and, encouraged by her mother, blow on it to cool it down before drinking it earnestly. Only when she lifted her head after finishing the milk would she see her mother smiling at her with contentment.

During her years studying in Beijing for university and graduate school, she rarely went home during summer or winter breaks. Eager to gain more experience and thinking she might one day inherit her parents’ pastures and livestock on the grasslands, she felt she might not have many opportunities to explore the wider world. So, instead of going home, she was always either traveling or interning at veterinary clinics or dairy farms.

Looking back at it now, it had been many years since she last tasted such rich, piping-hot milk.

The taste of the cold milk she used to drink casually while living alone and the steaming milk her mother used to prepare had both faded from memory, gradually replaced by the aroma of the bowl before her now.

The rich milk first filled her mouth with its creaminess, then a delicate sweetness, its deliciousness warming her cheeks until they flushed.

As the milk slid down her throat and into her stomach, her entire body soon grew warm.

The taste of the dry, hard-to-swallow steamed buns and plain congee from earlier had now disappeared, replaced by the lingering fragrance of milk, so divine it could rival the nectar of the gods, lingering in her mouth and permeating the tiled house.

Her pores seemed to open, sighing softly—this was real. Lin Xuejun could actually see wisps of steam rising from the other educated youths drinking milk with her. Surely, their pores were resonating with their stomachs, expressing their joy to the outside world.

So delicious, so delicious, so delicious… their pores must be chattering, puffing out steam.

“I love milk. Cows truly are the most generous animals,” Lin Xuejun couldn’t help but exclaim.

“I love milk too, and you’re also very generous,” Yi Xiuyu replied, still savoring that bite of milk skin. Even as she answered, her eyes remained fixed on the milk in her bowl.

“Haha, I’m not the one producing the milk.” Lin Xuejun laughed, her bowl swaying slightly in her hands.

“You saved the cow, and the cow produces milk,” Mu Junqing stated with clear logic.

“Cause and effect—good deeds bring good rewards.” Lin Xuejun nodded.

“If you love the people, the people will love you back,” Mu Junqing said solemnly, then realized his milk was already finished.

“There’s more in the pot.” Meng Tianxia pointed back at the small aluminum bucket, where the water used to rinse the milk residue was still simmering.

Mu Junqing hurried over, poured the clear, faintly milky water into his bowl, swirled it to mix with the remaining milk, then tipped his head back and gulped it down in big mouthfuls.

The others followed suit. After drinking the milk, they all rushed to rinse their bowls again with the boiled water from the pot, drinking until not a single drop remained in the milk bucket or their bowls. Their bellies were filled to the brim with nothing but milk and water before they finally stopped.

*

pls do not share this anywhere or u will always stub ur toe when u walk past a door frame !! this translation has been stolen from mioscorner.com, pls only read there i’m begging u :kneels:

When Brigade Leader Wang Xiaolei arrived at the educated youths’ courtyard with his hands tucked in his sleeves, he spotted a shabby-looking child crouching beneath their window from afar, tilting his head upward as if doing who-knows-what.

Wasn’t that Baat, the eight-year-old boy from the herder next door?!

“Little Baat, what are you doing?” Brigade Leader Wang barked as he stepped through the gate.

Baat, who’d been greedily sniffing the milky aroma with an upturned face, hastily wiped the drool from his mouth and dodged the brigade leader’s outstretched hand, scampering away like a cat.

The brigade leader stared suspiciously at Baat’s retreating figure for a long moment before striding over to knock on the educated youths’ door.

When Yi Xiuyu invited him inside, he was nearly bowled over by the overwhelming fragrance of milk filling the room. Having gone all winter without fresh milk, the brigade leader couldn’t help but instinctively take a deep breath in.

Now he finally understood what Baat had been sneaking around for under the window.


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