The weather was great today, so Jiang Fuyue decided to take a stroll in the garden and soak up some sun.
As she turned, she accidentally stepped on Little Mang’s hind paw. She quickly stepped back, but the dog, who was in the middle of chowing down, still noticed and turned around to look at her with confused puppy eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to step on you.”
Little Mang whimpered once, paused his eating, then trotted over to rub against her leg, as if to say: It’s okay, didn’t hurt at all.
In the livestream—
【Double standards dog! DOUBLE STANDARDS DOG!】
【So my bro even gets rejected by a dog now?】
【With fragrant, elegant Sister Yue right there, who’d want a messy goofball? No wonder Brother Mang has such great taste!】
【If I were Little Mang, forget getting stepped on—even if she butchered me, I’d die happy. sobs Just let Sister Yue be the one to do it…】
【Animal lovers strongly condemn this behavior! …Actually, wait—I’m not a dog, Sister Yue, go ahead and kill me!】
【No need for those two upstairs begging to be slaughtered. Calm down.】
【Pfft! Just a nobody, what’s the fuss? “Goddess Yue”? She doesn’t deserve the title.】
【Who let the trash can in? Mods, kick them out!】
【No doubt someone from the other side, jealous of Sister Yue stealing traffic from their idol. Now they’re here barking.】
【Shut the door—release Brother Mang!】
【Bite them! I’ll cover the compensation!】
【Dare slander Sister Yue? ptui Eat my spit!】
【Okay eww—visualizing that was too much 🤢】
【My Sister Yue is the most lit! Y-Y-D-S!】
【Moon Army, assemble! Ready for war at all times!】
…
Han Heng went into the living room, so the livestream camera naturally switched to follow him there.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue went for her garden stroll, then returned to her room—and didn’t reappear for the rest of the morning.
Only Little Mang could be seen running around the living room, occasionally darting upstairs to look for Jiang Fuyue, leaving behind a blur of handsome, doggy motion.
【I know this is bad, but seriously—can we get more camera time on Sister Yue? Please, just a bit!】
【Beautiful women are life-saving medicine! Production team, don’t just sit there watching us die!】
【Bro, I’m sorry, you’re handsome too, but Sister Yue’s hotter.】
【What do I do? I’m a straight girl and I’m drooling over Sister Yue—someone stop me before I go fully gay!】
…
The audience’s calls for more Jiang Fuyue coverage grew louder and louder. The production team was at a loss.
“She won’t come out. We can’t exactly tie her up and force her in front of the camera, can we?”
“Who would’ve thought Jiang Fuyue—a complete outsider—would have such high popularity? Are we sure she doesn’t have a management company backing her?”
“Totally sure. She doesn’t.”
“Tsk. So many D-list celebrities spend a fortune on PR and barely make a ripple, but this girl’s got no promo and she’s pulling fans like crazy. It’s luck, it’s fate. Hard to explain.”
“If a management company could sign Jiang Fuyue…”
“Don’t even think about it. All the big agencies have already tried—every offer’s been rejected. She clearly has no interest in the entertainment industry.”
“What a waste. Our industry’s a goldmine, and she’s just walking away from it…”
“That’s your vision limit talking. That girl’s not someone this shallow industry can contain.”
“Huh?” What does that mean?
“…Forget it, you wouldn’t get it anyway. Just watch and see.”
“So what do we do with the live chat now? Keep pretending we’re dead?”
The director thought for a moment. “Call He Yan. Have him come early and jump into the ‘guest visit’ segment now. Every time those two film emperors meet, it’s chaos. Once the fireworks start, no one will care about Jiang Fuyue anymore.”
“Great idea! I’ll call right now!”
…
At 11:00 AM, He Yan arrived.
Besides himself, he brought along his sixteen-year-old niece.
She wore a pink coat, her hair in twin buns like Nezha, and had a round, chubby face. Her smile was super adorable.
In the livestream:
【Wow! Such a cute little girl!】
【So kawaii~ I wanna pinch those cheeks!】
【Are celebrity kids always this good-looking? First Goddess Yue, now this cutie.】
The girl’s name was He Xiaoke. Just like her name, she was sweet and charming in every way.
【Totally different type from Goddess Yue. No need to compare or drag—thank you.】
【He Yan probably saw how Han Heng gained popularity bringing his nephew on the show and decided to copy him with his niece.】
【He’s been copying Han Heng forever, honestly. The “photocopier” nickname suits him perfectly.】
【And that’s why He Yan can never quite measure up—just a copy-paster with zero originality.】
When Han Heng saw He Yan, he raised an eyebrow. “You? Where’s Old Du?”
According to the show’s schedule, today’s visiting guest was supposed to be Du Chengjiang.
He Yan gave a faint smile, half-joking: “What, not happy to see me?”
Han Heng didn’t bother to be polite: “I’m afraid we’ll end up fighting halfway through filming.”
He Yan’s smile froze on his face. He had no comeback.
In the livestream:
【Top-tier battleground! Let’s gooo!】
【Classic Han Heng—one line and he absolutely obliterated the green tea wannabe.】
【Ahhh this secondhand embarrassment is delicious~】
【Bet the filler film emperor’s toes are curling so hard they’ve torn through his shoes.】
【Oof—starting to smell the drama brewing.】
【Y’all are brutal 😭】
Han Heng was never one to suffer fools. Despite years of cultivation and self-restraint, his temper still burned hot.
When he saw the production team had changed the guest without informing him, his face darkened immediately.
He threw a cold “Do as you like” and… walked off?
He really left!
The production team panicked—
“Oh no, oh no, the thunder’s about to strike!”
“What, you didn’t tell Han Heng ahead of time?”
The coordinator whispered, “If we had, he wouldn’t have agreed…”
Director: “…” You win. I lose. We’re doomed.
Seeing Han Heng leave so coldly, He Yan was about to bail too.
He wasn’t just anybody—he was a film emperor. He had pride.
Just then, He Xiaoke tugged on his sleeve. “Uncle, that little pavilion outside is so pretty. Let’s go look at it, okay?”
He Yan frowned instinctively. After being humiliated like that, who would still be in the mood to admire gazebos?
Besides—it was Han Heng’s house!
He couldn’t swallow his pride enough to walk out there.
“You…”
He Xiaoke blinked and hinted with a sweet tone: “Uncle, look, it’s really pretty.”
She deliberately emphasized those three words.
He Yan seemed to catch her meaning. He turned to look outside—and a second later, he smiled. “It really is. If you like it, let’s go have a look.”
Jiang Fuyue’s out there—how could it not be beautiful?
…
By the flower trellis, Jiang Fuyue was watering the plants with a kettle.
Little Mang wandered around her feet, tail wagging like a perpetual motion machine.
She wasn’t an invited guest on the show. Even though online demand was huge, no camera had been assigned to her spot.
But with He Yan and He Xiaoke walking over, a camera followed—and captured her in frame.
Jiang Fuyue’s movements paused. Her expression remained calm.
He Xiaoke seemed oblivious and gave her a bright smile. Her rosy cheeks and curved eyes made her look even cuter.
“Hi, Sister! I’m He Xiaoke. This is my uncle.”
“Hello.” Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly. Though her tone was distant, she maintained basic courtesy.
In the livestream:
【Huh? That’s it? So cold… Xiaoke was being so friendly.】
【They call her “Goddess Yue,” but does she really think she’s a deity now? So high and mighty—who’s she trying to impress?】
【Got a little fame and it all went to her head. Eyes on the sky.】
【The internet hyped her up too much. Now her image is falling apart—tsk tsk.】
【How much did those haters get paid? I’ll pay double. Spill who’s behind this and I’ll spare your sorry hides.】
【The smear job is too obvious. Looks like someone across the way is back to their old dirty tricks—same formula, different package.】
【They got a taste of victory before by dragging down Han Heng. Now they’re using the niece to drag down his nephew. Filler film emperor is absolutely disgusting.】
【What’s wrong with Sister Yue’s reaction? A stranger walks up and starts chatting—she didn’t turn her back and leave, which is already polite. What, should she be all smiles and start calling her “sis”? Give me a break.】
【If it were me, I’d think she was a kidnapper. Don’t even know you and you’re grinning in my face? Suspicious as hell.】
【Ladies, be alert IRL. Don’t talk to strangers! Especially the ones who come at you out of nowhere!】
…
“Sister Yue, you’re so pretty! Can we be friends?”
“….” That voice gave Jiang Fuyue goosebumps.
He Xiaoke didn’t seem fazed by the lack of response. She looked around and exclaimed, “Wow! There’s even a piano here! So classy!”
“Oh right—Sister Yue, do you play piano?”
Jiang Fuyue wasn’t in the mood for chatter. She was just about to excuse herself—
But He Xiaoke didn’t give her a chance: “You’re so smart and beautiful. I bet you can play! How about a four-hands duet?”
“Bach’s Sonata in A major? Or Mozart’s Andante in G major? Or maybe one of Schubert’s Landlers? Which do you know?”
As she spoke, He Xiaoke suddenly stepped forward, plopped herself down on the piano bench, and reached out to lift the lid—
She moved so fast that Jiang Fuyue didn’t even have time to stop her.
