"Is that so?" Ning Moqing was both amused and exasperated by An Wan's words.
However, when she saw Little Wei open the door and sit in the passenger seat, her lips tightened slightly.
"We'll talk about this later."
Meanwhile, Yan Chen was having a rough time.
The moment he left the scene, the system's cold voice rang in his ears.
"Mission failed. Commencing electric shock punishment."
A surge of electricity instantly coursed through him, making his eyes roll back as his entire body went numb. For a split second, he even felt his heart stop.
Weak and drained, Yan Chen collapsed onto the ground.
Next time they met, he’d have to step up his game.
"So, after all that thinking, these are the only ideas you came up with?" Si asked An Xiaowei.
"I get that you want to play games and carry An Wan, but what’s this about finding some guy to seduce her? Are you joking?" Si found the suggestion ridiculous.
"Or should I be the one to seduce her? That’s absurd—straight to jail. Or maybe you want to do it?" After some thought, An Xiaowei concluded these were the only two ways to divert An Wan’s attention.
Alternatively, they could have Ning Moqing assign An Wan to more remote filming locations—preferably ones with no signal.
But in novel plots like this, absence only made the heart grow fonder. A month away might just make An Wan realize Yan Chen was her true love.
It’d backfire spectacularly, accelerating the romance between the leads.
An Xiaowei: "…"
Suddenly, death didn’t seem so bad. Maybe if she paid two hundred yuan, the gods would throw her a funeral.
But no matter what, she needed to keep tabs on An Wan’s every move from now on.
She also had to stay on Ning Moqing’s good side.
With that in mind, An Xiaowei glanced at Ning Moqing, who was currently negotiating with An Wan on the sofa.
Upon learning that An Wan had used a burner account for her in-game profile, Ning Moqing sighed in relief.
"You’re at least smart enough for that. If people found out you’re in a virtual relationship with some streamer, your fans would jump off a building."
"Don’t you think he’s great, Qingqing?" Knowing she couldn’t win an argument with her manager, An Wan sat beside Ning Moqing, took her hand, and batted her eyes pitifully.
This trick had always worked before—it was how she wrapped Ning Moqing around her finger.
But this time, Ning Moqing wasn’t budging.
"I don’t care if you want to online-date, but if you expose your identity and parade around in public without a mask, don’t expect me to save you when fans swarm you."
Some fans could be downright obsessive.
And most of An Wan’s fanbase was male.
"Fine, fine. I get it. I messed up."
Next time, she’d definitely wear a mask outside.
But An Wan didn’t dare say that out loud. She and Ning Moqing had grown up together, and their bond ran deep. Add to that the debt of gratitude she owed Ning Moqing’s father, and An Wan had always held a deep respect for her.
Right now, Yan Chen hadn’t yet surpassed Ning Moqing in her heart.
Little Wei wasn’t even in the running.
"Alright, go review the new script. I got you a solid drama—a historical strategist role. Minimal cross-dressing scenes. If you nail it, you might even win an award."
Ning Moqing patted An Wan’s shoulder before walking over to An Xiaowei.
Before An Xiaowei could look up, Ning Moqing slung an arm around her shoulders.
At this proximity, An Xiaowei could smell her faint orchid-like scent.
"Come, let’s talk in the study."
An Xiaowei turned her head slightly and caught sight of Ning Moqing’s smooth, pale fingers.
It was summer, and their light clothing made the coolness of Ning Moqing’s fingertips palpable against her skin.
Before she could process it, they were already in the study.
This was the first time An Xiaowei had been this close to a girl, and her nerves were on edge.
Luckily, Ning Moqing released her as soon as they entered.
"Now, Xiaowei, how long has she been in this online relationship?" Ning Moqing twirled a pen in one hand while frowning.
Throughout her career, An Wan had always kept a clean image. The Ning family’s influence in the entertainment industry ensured she never had to resort to scandalous publicity.
Compared to other stars, An Wan had been fortunate—aside from some childhood hardships.
Starting as a child star, she’d grown up without any awkward phases, her career smooth sailing.
Others could only envy her.
It wasn’t that Ning Moqing wanted to play the villain, but Yan Chen’s gaze when he looked at An Wan was no different from those creepy fans.
The scariest part? An Wan, usually sharp-witted, seemed to have lost her mind—completely spellbound in this immersive romance.
Ning Moqing couldn’t make sense of it.
"Three years. I only found out recently," An Xiaowei admitted.
She hadn’t taken Yan Chen seriously before, assuming An Wan would see through him eventually.
But Yan Chen was a master of baiting—playing the long game, striking when least expected. And An Wan? The ultimate simp.
It was laughable. No one could stop her.
"Fine. I’ll send her off to film somewhere remote to cool her head. As for Yan Chen—don’t breathe a word to my father, understand?" Ning Moqing smiled, but her eyes were sharp.
An Xiaowei nodded. Around Ning Moqing, she didn’t dare reveal even a hint of her plans.
Once dismissed, she retreated to her room.
Now, she had another mission: sabotage.
Yan Chen’s early income came from streaming and seducing An Wan.
He’d even "coincidentally" bumped into An Wan’s long-lost grandfather—a man she didn’t even know existed. And, shocker, the grandfather took an instant liking to Yan Chen.
Then, by sheer "luck," An Wan reunited with this grandfather, who just happened to be a billionaire eager to introduce his newfound granddaughter to Yan Chen.
All of it—pure, unbelievable "coincidence."
She couldn’t stop Yan Chen from meeting the grandfather, but she could expose his shady past.
Before his rise, Yan Chen had been a nobody—a low-tier streamer who couldn’t even edit videos.
"Si, can you dig up old photos of Yan Chen?" An Xiaowei asked.
"Nothing. The system erased all his past data. Even in photos, he’s always been this handsome. No one remembers he used to look different."
"Even his childhood friend Taozi can’t figure out why she ever thought he was ugly."
An Xiaowei understood immediately. "Got it. That system’s no joke."
Please. It’s just data. Even the money it gives the male lead is just tampering—stolen and altered." Si scoffed.
An Xiaowei froze, then pressed her lips together.
So the system’s wealth was all… laundered?
"But right now, the male lead isn’t that rich yet," she mused.
Honestly, she’d prefer to just… neuter Yan Chen.
Make sure he’d never "ripen."
She searched for the streamer "A-Chen" and, unsurprisingly, found his live broadcast.
But unlike before, this time Yan Chen didn’t even show his hands.
His female fans were devastated.
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