In the livestream chat—
【I’ve truly broadened my horizons today. There are people this shameless in the world?!】
【Just when I thought Sister Yue was going to play the piano—she grabbed the girl and yanked her away. Just when I thought she was going to destroy the place—she asked for compensation. Jiang “Forever Unpredictable” Fuyue.】
【Wait, is that piano really that expensive?】
【It’s not just about the piano itself—it’s the collector’s value. Millions for auction pieces is nothing new.】
【I just want to ask—He Yan, does your face hurt? You even had the audacity to say, “What else would it be?” to Sister Yue.】
【This washed-up film emperor has been raking in cash for years—buying fancy cars and houses. No wonder he’s so arrogant.】
【But I heard he’s actually broke? Slaving away under his management company.】
【If we’re talking rich, my Brother Heng is still the king. Sister Yue too—a beautiful rich heiress.】
【Did you see? The moment Sister Yue said “pay up,” both of their faces changed!】
【Man, I’d cry on the spot too. Thirteen million! Most people won’t make that in their whole life. And her one teardrop? Poof, gone.】
【Didn’t they have a lot to say earlier? But bring up money and they turn into scared quails.】
【He Yan was shielding his niece like a hero earlier. So why isn’t he stepping up to pay now? Cat got your tongue?】
【You only know pain when the knife’s in your flesh. He Yan’s hurting, no doubt.】
【Honestly, if he just paid the money, I’d still respect him as a man. Too bad…】
【Small-minded and shortsighted. If it were Brother Heng, even two of those pianos wouldn’t be an issue.】
【You mess with Sister Yue, you’re gonna find out that the pot is cast iron.】
【Even my six-year-old kid knows not to touch other people’s stuff. That niece is sixteen, right? Still no manners.】
【Being generous, we’d call her naive. Being real? No upbringing.】
Production team—
“Holy cr*p! That piano’s worth over ten million?! Is that for real?”
“She’s got the auction certificate. Didn’t you see?”
“Tch. I’m cringing for He Yan through the screen.”
“So… are we airing this part or not?”
Besides the live broadcast, a polished “Director’s Cut” will later be uploaded to all major platforms.
“He Yan’s management team probably won’t allow it.”
The director instantly glared: “This is my show. No one tells me what I can or can’t air—broadcast it!”
“Well, He Yan’s reputation is gonna go up in smoke…”
Back in the garden, He Yan and He Xiaoke were both silent. Neither said a word.
When are you paying up?
Who the h*ll dared to answer that?
Just then, He Xiaoke rolled her eyes and snapped, “It’s just a teardrop—you can wipe it off. Why are you blowing it out of proportion? Don’t try to scam us!”
Jiang Fuyue smiled faintly. “Each key of this piano is made from the rarest dalbergia odorifera—just one drop of water leaves a stain.”
“It’s just one stain!”
“But you’ve destroyed the integrity of a collector’s piece. It’s like a diamond—chip off one corner, and you think it can still fetch top dollar?”
“It’s not worth thirteen million though!”
Jiang Fuyue’s smile didn’t falter. “You don’t decide its worth. Neither do I.” She held up the auction certificate. “It’s all black and white here. If you refuse to pay, I’ll just have to call the police.”
“According to Article 275 of the Criminal Law, anyone who willfully destroys public or private property involving a substantial amount or with serious circumstances may face up to three years in prison, detention, or fines. If the amount is enormous or the circumstances especially serious, the sentence is three to seven years.”
“A collectible worth over thirteen million? Sounds like a very serious circumstance. So tell me, how many years should you serve?”
“Y-you’re bluffing! I’m not scared!”
Yet even as she said this, she immediately hid behind He Yan, betraying her panic.
He Xiaoke was scared.
If Jiang Fuyue really called the police, would she go to jail?
Even if not, it would be on her record. She still wanted to study, to work, to be a big star like her uncle. She couldn’t afford even the tiniest black mark!
What do I do?
“Uncle… help me… I don’t want to go to jail…”
A vein throbbed on He Yan’s forehead. “Don’t worry. She’s just trying to scare you.”
“No, she’s calling! Look, she’s holding her phone! Are the police going to arrest me? Uncle, maybe you should just pay her!”
He Yan wanted to slap this dumb niece of his—couldn’t she see the cameras were still rolling?!
If he refused to pay, the internet would roast him alive.
A while back, someone from a film crew had exposed He Yan in an interview, saying he never paid the bill and always mooched off others. Keyboard warriors mocked him for weeks.
His management team scrambled to deny it and even issued a PR statement—but the rumor still stuck.
Now, if he again refused to pay while the cameras were rolling, the internet would explode with fresh “stingy” headlines.
But paying would bleed him dry. Thirteen million wasn’t a joke—it would suck out half his blood.
He Yan was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
If only I could wriggle out of paying…
Then, inspiration struck.
“I’m truly sorry. Xiaoke didn’t know how valuable the piano was. That’s why she made this mistake.”
First, apologize. Show a good attitude.
Then stress “she didn’t know”—pushing the blame off her.
Sure enough—
He Yan continued, “She really didn’t do it on purpose. Couldn’t we just…”
“I warned her,” Jiang Fuyue cut in, “Three times.”
He Yan: “…But you didn’t explain that the piano was a collectible.”
Jiang Fuyue gave him a look like he was an idiot. Then calmly asked, “Mr. He, have you ever been to an auction?”
“…I don’t think that’s relevant.”
“Oh, I think it’s very relevant. Please answer truthfully. Otherwise, we’ll have to let the police ask.”
He Yan’s eyelid twitched. “…No.”
“Do you have any collecting hobbies?”
“…No.”
“No wonder you don’t know that auction houses strictly protect buyer identities. Or that collectors keep a low profile.” Jiang Fuyue’s tone was gentle, her expression calm.
It didn’t sound sarcastic—but every word stabbed into He Yan like needles.
“This piano was purchased anonymously. That alone shows the buyer didn’t want their identity known. So why would I, in front of strangers and a camera, publicly reveal it’s a collector’s item? Even so, I did fulfill my duty of warning her. Three times. She didn’t listen.”
Livestream chat explodes—
【D*mn! He Yan’s stingy face looks just like those market aunties trying to scam a freebie!】
【Shocked! A film emperor this poor? Did I misunderstand how much celebs make?】
【Being stingy isn’t the worst. Being shameless is.】
【If “I didn’t know” is enough to avoid consequences, what’s the point of the law?】
【Your cheapness is tragic, your face is punchable.】
【When Sister Yue asked about auctions, He Yan’s expression looked like he’d just swallowed poop. Hit a nerve, did she?】
【Heard last year at the Fashion Sabah Charity Night, even second-row stars donated whole fleets. But that first-row film emperor? Didn’t give a dime.】
He Yan was speechless, but still refused to agree to pay.
The standoff continued. Jiang Fuyue finally lost all patience: “Looks like we’ll have to let the police handle this.”
He Yan acted like she was bluffing. He didn’t believe she’d actually make the call.
But the next second—he saw the numbers 110 being dialed.
Before he could stop her, the call connected.
“Hello? Yes, this is 110…”
Even the production crew hiding in the tent couldn’t sit still.
They thought Jiang Fuyue was bluffing—but she actually called!
She was next-level fierce!
Jiang Fuyue: “If there’s a problem, call the police. That’s what our kindergarten teacher taught us.”
“I always believe in our people’s police.”
“Upholding the authority of the law and defending fairness and justice!”
Everyone: “…” Girl, with that mindset, why aren’t you hosting Know the Law?
In the end, the production crew caved, begging her to let it go on the spot.
There was no way they’d actually let her go through with the police call.
One phone call and the show would hit trending topics—for the worst reason. In the worst case, it could even get canceled altogether.
That would be game over.
He Yan, seeing hope, immediately latched on: “Since this accident happened during filming, shouldn’t the production team be responsible for the loss?”
Production team: “???”
And so, the production team got thrown under the bus.
Technically, He Yan didn’t pay a cent. Lucky escape?
He should’ve been celebrating—but in reality, his downfall was only just beginning…
Sister Yue: “Please refer to me as a die-hard law fan and certified police-dialing expert.”
