Chang Rong: "Hmph, it has nothing to do with me anyway, since no one will install an air conditioner for me."
"It’s the female benefactor from that variety show you follow, Miss Jiang Lijiang."
Instantly, Chang Rong was stupefied.
Chang Song also chimed in, "Yeah, Miss Jiang is even prettier in person than on TV, has a great personality, and even had a meal with us here."
Chang Rong was even more dumbfounded, then burst into tears with a "wah."
"Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me, my fairy sister wuwuwu."
Changqing walked over with an expressionless face and plucked him up, "Are you going to sleep in from now on or not?"
Chang Rong’s head shook like a rattle, "No more sleeping in, senior brother, no more wuwuwu."
Jiang Yan felt wronged after spending the whole day at Shuiyun Temple.
He hadn’t felt anything out of order during the variety show with He Yun, but unexpectedly, He Yun turned out to be more strict than his high school homeroom teacher when he started teaching.
He wasn’t allowed to touch his phone all day, just practice after practice.
Finally, as the sky darkened, He Yun glanced at the hanging clock on the wall.
"It’s getting late, let’s call it a day. Your room has been prepared, so go to bed early. You’ll get up at seven tomorrow morning for the morning class."
This is his vacation, right???
Why does he still have to get up at seven while on vacation?!
If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have competed with that brat Jiang Cheng and insisted on asking for a teacher!
Sullen, Jiang Yan had yet another vegetarian meal before retreating to his room.
Calling it a room was generous—it was just a wooden hut.
Although it was not drafty from any side, it lacked everything, not even a water heater.
He could only grit his teeth through a cold shower before curling up in the freezing covers.
Full of grievances, he was about to post a complaint on Weibo when he saw this strange entry in the trending searches—
#JiangYanSecretMeetingWithYoungNun#
When did he have a secret meeting with a young nun???
Furious, Jiang Yan clicked on the Weibo post and realized the details given were quite plausible.
The author was a fan of his variety show, who had come to the Daoist Temple with their mother to fulfill a vow, and by chance saw him enter a room, where he hadn’t been seen for the whole day.
Not only that, all sorts of strange noises had been heard coming from the room.
Jiang Yan remembered the scene where He Yun had forced him to imitate various animal noises to train his speech during the day, feeling even more humiliated.
The comment section was buzzing with activity.
[ I was wondering why we haven’t heard from this guy recently, turns out he’s been having secret rendezvous with a beauty. ]
[ Seriously, the young master finally got some spotlight recently, and now he gets hit with a scandal again, what is this? One hot keyword gives you ten pieces of shady news? ]
[ What kind of Daoist Temple is this? Never heard of it, tough for Jiang Yan to have found his way there. ]
Jiang Yan was so angry that he immediately started clapping back in the comments—
[ Your grandpa’s legs, can’t you fake fans see clearly, I was there to attend class. Secret rendezvous with what young nun? Is there even a girl in there? ??? ]
In the end, it was He Yun himself who had to step in to corroborate his story and put an end to this absurd misunderstanding.
However, the ones who were truly unsettled in the end were Jiang Yan’s peers in the industry.
Jiang Yan even goes to the Daoist Temple for acting lessons?
Well, now if he actually gets good at acting, what’s left for the rest of us?
So people immediately began having their agents look for tutoring classes.
For a while, the performance coaches in the Capital were in greater demand than supply.
Xiao Xueyi looked at Su Yinwan’s recent notifications in surprise, somewhat disbelieving.
"Not bad, Yinwan, your endorsements have increased lately? How did you do it?"
Su Yinwan subconsciously rubbed the black good luck charm tied to her wrist and smiled, "Maybe my luck has come back."
Xiao Xueyi took it as a joke and carefully started reviewing the contracts.
"Some of them need a bit more investigation; I’ll have someone contact them later. But with the poor environment lately, not many companies are landing so many endorsements."
Xiao Xueyi lowered her voice, "Look at that Ye Chu—she was squeezing you out when your luck was down, and these past few days, she’s been exposed; reporters have almost blocked her front door, and yesterday, President Sun scolded her, her face almost fell to the ground."
Su Yinwan narrowed her eyes and did not respond, but stood up instead.
"Sister Xueyi, you continue looking at these. I have something to attend to, I’ll be out for a bit."
Su Yinwan left the studio and headed straight for the pantry.
As expected, the intermittent sobbing of a woman could be heard from there.
Su Yinwan concealed the triumph in her eyes and walked in with a pack of tissues.
Ye Chu heard the sound and immediately stopped her tears. When she saw Su Yinwan coming in, she clenched her teeth in resentment.
"What are you doing here? To laugh at me?!"
Surprised, Su Yinwan parted her lips and offered the tissues.
"Sister Chu, what are you talking about? Although we’ve had our differences, we’re still from the same company. I wouldn’t kick you when you’re down, would I?"
As she spoke, she walked over, consoling her, "Everyone has their lows. Remember when I was so poor I couldn’t even lift the pot? I’ve gotten better these past few days, haven’t I?"
Ye Chu raised an eyebrow and glared at her, "Would you really be that kind?"
Su Yinwan smiled, "I’m indeed not very kind, but I think about myself, too. If you go down, President Sun would surely train someone new. Rather than spending that effort fighting a newcomer, it’s better to have you stay by my side, and we can shine together."
The words sounded somewhat reasonable, and Ye Chu stopped talking, her expression relaxing slightly.
Su Yinwan chatted with her a few more sentences and then found an excuse to leave.
Upon leaving the pantry, the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile as she looked at the few strands of hair now in the palm of her hand.
That Daoist Qingfeng did have some skills.
Just a simple Array and it had brought all her luck back.
The other day, she had casually bought a lottery ticket and won over five hundred thousand.
Not to mention the endless endorsements these past few days.
"...Miss Su, you can pay attention to the people around you whose fortunes are blooming. This Array works by borrowing their luck to replace your misfortune. The more personal the items they have on them, the better the effect..."
To test whether this method was reliable, she specially picked up something from Ye Chu’s desk.
Just a lipstick, and it had brought such a significant benefit.
If it were these strands of hair...
Su Yinwan narrowed her eyes.
What belonged to her, she would eventually take back bit by bit!
With that thought, Su Yinwan immediately transferred five hundred thousand to that person she had contacted before.
Soon after, her phone rang.
Su Yinwan answered the call, "The money is all yours now. Can you do the job?"
"Immediately, I want to see results."
Not far behind her, Bai Lu stared at her intently, her eyes a shade deeper.
What was this Su Yinwan up to now?
She glanced at her newly charged voice recorder in her hand and suddenly had an idea.