Take a Look at the Diary

The TV dramas "My Lucky Star" and "Three Kingdoms" are considered classics in another world, and I believe they will also be huge hits in this one.

But that’s not enough.

These two shows are not the same genre as "Celestial Love," so the buzz around "Celestial Love" probably won’t die down.

Lin Xuan made a call to Lei Hui.

"Uncle Lei, is the filming for 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 3' finished?" Lin Xuan asked.

"It’s done, and we’ve just started post-production," Lei Hui replied.

Lin Xuan said, "Send me all the footage. Also, find voice actors for it."

"Boss, what are you…?" Lei Hui sounded puzzled.

Lin Xuan replied, "In eight days, we’re releasing 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' on our Palm Treasure platform."

Eight days? Release "The Legend of Sword and Fairy"?

Lei Hui was stunned. He frowned and said, "Boss, that’s nearly impossible. Eight days is way too tight. The show needs editing, and since it’s a fantasy drama, there’s a lot of CGI work, voice acting, and approval processes. There’s just no way."

"Leave the rest to me. Just get the voice actors ready," Lin Xuan said.

For the first time, Lei Hui doubted Lin Xuan’s words.

Was this really doable?

Was the boss just bluffing?

Completing so much work in just eight days sounded like pure fantasy.

Even a workhorse from the production team couldn’t pull this off!

But this was his boss—someone who had already done many unimaginable things…

Half-convinced, Lei Hui packed all the footage and sent it to Lin Xuan.

Once he received it, Lin Xuan immediately retreated into his workspace and began editing all the content for "The Legend of Sword and Fairy."

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The next day.

Lin Qingyan returned to the Lin family home by plane from Haicheng.

"I’m exhausted," she sighed, dropping her bag onto the living room sofa before slumping down herself.

"My back and legs are killing me. At least I secured the endorsement deal."

She rubbed her shoulders and legs, trying to ease the soreness.

Lin Qingwan, who wasn’t working today, came downstairs.

"You’re back, Second Sister."

"Yeah, finally. I’m dead tired," Lin Qingyan nodded.

Then, remembering something, she asked, "Oh, Eldest Sister, didn’t you say two days ago that you wanted me to do something when I got back? What was it?"

Curious, she tilted her head.

Lin Qingwan’s hand, stirring her coffee, paused.

To prevent her sister’s misunderstanding of Lin Xuan from deepening, she thought it best to show her his diary as soon as possible.

"Second Sister, wait here. I’ll go get something from my room," Lin Qingwan said.

"Alright," Lin Qingyan agreed, though she was puzzled.

Her sister’s expression made it seem like whatever she was bringing was important.

What could it be?

Two minutes later.

Lin Qingwan returned downstairs with a diary in hand. "Second Sister, read this carefully."

"What is this?" Lin Qingyan asked, confused.

Lin Qingwan replied, "Lin Xuan’s diary."

"Why would I want to read that?" Lin Qingyan scoffed, tossing the diary aside.

Lin Xuan was such a backward country bumpkin.

Who even kept diaries these days?

"Second Sister, after reading it, you’ll understand him better," Lin Qingwan insisted.

"Eldest Sister, I already know Lin Xuan well enough—he’s selfish, a liar, always bullying Li'er, and an ungrateful wretch," Lin Qingyan snapped irritably.

Just mentioning Lin Xuan made her feel sick.

A brother like that wasn’t worth her time. Only Li'er deserved to be called her brother.

Lin Qingwan shook her head. "Lin Xuan isn’t like that. Second Sister, all of us—including me—have misunderstood him terribly."

A wave of regret washed over her.

When an avalanche happens, no snowflake is innocent. Every member of the Lin family, herself included, had treated Lin Xuan horribly in the past. That was why he hated them so much now.

"Eldest Sister, I’ve been traveling for hours. I’m tired—I’m going to bed."

She stood up, leaving the diary on the sofa, with no intention of reading it.

"Lin Qingyan, you will read this diary today!" Lin Qingwan snapped.

Lin Qingwan had always been gentle with her sisters.

This was the first time Lin Qingyan had ever been shouted at by her.

Something was off about Eldest Sister’s mood.

Lin Qingyan frowned.

Had Lin Xuan written something in this diary to trick her?

"Fine. Let’s see what nonsense he wrote," Lin Qingyan sneered, picking up the diary.

As she read, her brows furrowed deeper.

"Qingyan…" Lin Qingwan’s voice choked up as she thought about how Lin Xuan had suffered in their family.

"In the past, Lin Xuan had it so hard with us. He often went hungry, wore shabby clothes, and served us like a servant—no, worse than a servant."

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.

"At least the servants get enough to eat, receive wages, and aren’t subjected to such relentless humiliation by us."

"Second Sister, every one of us in the Lin family has wronged Lin Xuan."

Lin Qingwan pulled out a few tissues, wiping away the tears on her face. After barely steadying her emotions, she spoke again, "Lin Xuan’s life has been unbearably hard in the past. I hope you’ll join me in treating him better, so he can feel the warmth of family. Maybe then he’ll consider coming back to us."

Lin Qingyan found the diary utterly unconvincing. After skimming just the first few lines, she shut it with disdain.

"Elder Sister, don’t be fooled by Lin Xuan. Hasn’t he lied to us enough already?"

"Honestly, I think he’s just pretending to be some starving, neglected victim to manipulate us. He’s a young master of the Lin family—how bad could his life really be? Wasn’t this his usual act back home? Playing the pitiful one to win our sympathy."

"If he were truly so miserable, how could he still find the energy to keep targeting Li'er?"

Lin Qingwan shook her head. "No, Second Sister, he’s not pretending. You know he only got 400 yuan a month as allowance. And this—this is where he lived."

Lin Xuan’s room had already been cleared out by Jiang Shuqin’s orders.

But Lin Qingwan had taken photos of the room beforehand.

Lin Qingyan glanced at the pictures on Lin Qingwan’s phone, her expression still dripping with scorn.

"Lin Xuan went all out to sell this act, didn’t he? Probably afraid we’d see through his little charade."

She crossed her arms. "As for that 400 yuan, that’s just the official amount. Who knows how much money he secretly took from the family behind the scenes?"

"Second Sister, have you ever given Lin Xuan any money?" Lin Qingwan asked solemnly.

"Why would I give him money?" Lin Qingyan sneered, curling her lip.

She’d rather throw her money at beggars than give a single cent to Lin Xuan.