Gu Yan received a call from Yi Wulan as the lunch break was ending. He was instructed to postpone all afternoon meetings and to organize the documents that needed signing in advance.
The lounge in the president’s office had always been unused until Yi Wulan’s car accident a year ago, after which it was occasionally put to use.
Yi Wulan hadn’t used the lounge in a long time. Considering his boss’s usual rigorous work ethic and her tired state over the past two days, Gu Yan subconsciously assumed that Yi Wulan was feeling unwell again.
Therefore, after receiving the call, Gu Yan didn’t delay for a moment and quickly readjusted the afternoon’s work schedule. But if he had listened to the call for a few more seconds, he would have surely heard the sweet, loving moans coming from the other end of the line.
Gu Yan was busy with work the entire afternoon, even missing his boyfriend’s invitation for a Christmas Eve dinner for the sake of official business. Little did he know that his “unwell” boss was enjoying the warm, fragrant, and soft woman in her arms in the lounge all afternoon.
As closing time approached, Gu Yan finished marking all the documents that required Yi Wulan’s signature and finally knocked on the door of the president’s office.
He had assumed that since Yi Wulan was unwell, Mu Yanxi would be the one to open the door, or perhaps no one would open it at all. To his surprise, after just a few knocks, the door was opened by Yi Wulan herself. Her complexion was much better than it had been at noon, but for some reason, Gu Yan felt that her clothes were a bit disheveled.
Although every piece was worn neatly, the inner shirt was excessively wrinkled, as if it had been pressed under something for an entire afternoon and couldn’t be smoothed out.
But Gu Yan didn’t think much of it. He handed the documents in his hand to Yi Wulan, “President Yi, these documents need your signature.”
Yi Wulan responded with a cool “Mm,” and as she took the documents and turned around, the slightly damp strands of her hair were revealed. Gu Yan glanced at it and reminded her, “President Yi, you’re not well. You should still dry your hair promptly.”
Yi Wulan’s steps paused for a moment, but the expression on her face remained unchanged. “Mm.”
Only after the office door was completely shut did Yi Wulan’s fingers, which were clutching the documents, relax slightly. She casually placed the files on her desk and walked briskly toward the lounge.
The temperature inside the lounge was very high. Mu Yanxi’s long, damp hair was spread out on the edge of the pillow, her snow-white arm hanging outside the quilt. Her closed eyes were smudged with a hint of moisture, and it was hard to tell if her face was covered in tear tracks or sweat.
Yi Wulan returned from the bathroom with a few damp towels, lifted Mu Yanxi’s quilt, and gently wiped her body. Where was the calm composure she had shown Gu Yan? Her face was completely devoid of it.
Although her furrowed brows made her look very serious, her entire being seemed to be filled with an air of lazy satisfaction.
Mu Yanxi was sound asleep. The person who had been so shy about even the slightest bit of light just a moment ago was now so exhausted that she couldn’t even resist as she was turned over and wiped down.
After Yi Wulan finished wiping her, dressed her, and carried her to the other side of the bed, Mu Yanxi’s head had just touched the pillow when she frowned in her sleep, her weak hands flailing about, grabbing at something.
Yi Wulan set the warm towels aside, took Mu Yanxi’s hand, and leaned in to ask, “What’s wrong?”
Mu Yanxi’s fingertips twitched slightly, and she let out a small whimper. As if she had grasped something that gave her a sense of security, her brow finally relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Perhaps because she had been bullied too harshly, Mu Yanxi was not at peace even in her dreams.
In the deepest part of her dream was a pitch-black darkness where she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. The further she walked, the more light gradually appeared ahead, opening up the space. She hurried toward that ball of white light, but just as she ran into it, her body suddenly felt light.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a peach grove, in a season completely different from reality. Mu Yanxi’s steps faltered as she felt something wet her feet. At the same time, her whole body stumbled forward uncoordinatedly, landing right in a shallow puddle.
She looked down in surprise and saw her own reflection in the puddle. Only then did she realize that she had, at some point, turned into a little fox. Its fur was a beautiful, vibrant red, with just a touch of white on the tips of its ears and tail, and fluffy white paws on its four limbs.
She looked around blankly, dazed, as if she had just woken up and couldn’t make sense of anything. But the next second, a force came from the back of her neck, and her limp body was lifted up, startling her so much that her ears trembled.
It wasn’t until she was set down that she met a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes, followed by a coat of snow-white, gleaming fur—it was a wolf.
Animal instinct made her want to flee, but a large, fluffy tail instantly curled around her from behind, pulling her back. The little fox covered its head, trembling and drooping. The big-tailed wolf, however, made no other move. Only then did she notice that the wolf’s legs were injured.
The little fox tentatively licked the white wolf’s wound, and unexpectedly, the wound miraculously healed. The next second, the little fox felt the scene shift instantly. She was pinned down by the big-tailed wolf. The white wolf’s sharp eyes were staring straight at her as it devoured her, bite by bite.
The red fur quickly became damp with moisture, collapsing into a red pancake on the grass. The little fox tried to crawl forward, but time and again, she was dragged back by the scruff of her neck by the wolf.
The fox’s paws waved wildly in the air. The surrounding peach blossoms, as if receiving some kind of nourishment, suddenly burst into full bloom. The sweet fragrance of the peach blossoms mixed with a refreshingly cool scent, and pink petals fluttered down…
“Don’t…” Mu Yanxi whimpered something, struggling weakly. “Go away… don’t… sob…”
The little fox and the white wolf in the dream dissipated into specks of light, and Mu Yanxi suddenly woke up from the dream. As if she had grasped some clue, her body moved before her eyes even opened.
Yi Wulan was sitting on the other side of the bed reading documents, her left hand held by Mu Yanxi and her right hand signing. She hadn’t noticed when Mu Yanxi suddenly woke up, and she almost let Mu Yanxi flail right off the bed.
Mu Yanxi’s upper body was already bent over the edge, while her legs were still properly on the bed, nearly causing the blood to rush to her head.
Yi Wulan, reacting quickly, put down the documents and pulled her upper body back up. “Are you, are you okay?”
Mu Yanxi didn’t answer. She leaned listlessly against the headboard, taking several seconds to process everything. Then, her eyes suddenly widened, and she moved her gaze, almost in terror, bit by bit to her own legs.
Yi Wulan sat down next to her again, about to reach out and tidy her clothes.
Mu Yanxi quickly reached out and grabbed Yi Wulan’s shoulder, murmuring as if clutching a life-saving straw, “Yi Wulan, Yi Wulan, what’s wrong with my legs? Why can’t I move them?”
Yi Wulan was taken aback, and the cracks appeared once more on her usually composed face. She took a pillow from the side and placed it behind Mu Yanxi’s back, then took the initiative to pull her into an embrace, comforting her stiffly, “It’s nothing. You’ll be fine after some rest.”
Mu Yanxi was already exhausted from the power upgrade over the past two days. This upgrade was different from usual; she hadn’t felt any boost or enhancement in her power’s energy. Coupled with the physical exertion of the afternoon, she was completely dazed upon waking up, her brain having ceased to think. “But I don’t think I can feel my legs…”
Yi Wulan’s embrace brought Mu Yanxi a familiar warmth, dispelling the fear of being ravaged by the big-tailed wolf in her dream. Yi Wulan loosened her hold slightly, placed her hand on Mu Yanxi’s leg, and pressed gently, saying softly, “They probably just fell asleep. I’ll massage them for you.”
At this moment, Mu Yanxi was very easy to coax. She obediently let Yi Wulan massage her. Drowsiness washed over her again, and she leaned against Yi Wulan’s embrace. “My waist hurts too. A wolf bit me.”
Yi Wulan froze. “What wolf?”
Mu Yanxi’s eyes were half-closed, but her tone was insistent. “A wolf was chasing me.”
Only then did Yi Wulan realize that Mu Yanxi was not fully awake yet. “Get some more sleep. I’ll rub it for you.”
Mu Yanxi hummed and nuzzled against Yi Wulan’s shoulder. “Gently, I’m ticklish.”
“Okay.” Yi Wulan acted as a massage machine for Mu Yanxi, and within a few seconds, the person in her arms was breathing deeply and evenly.
She affectionately placed a kiss on Mu Yanxi’s forehead.
However, Mu Yanxi still remembered that she had something important to verify, but her semi-conscious mind had already entered a light sleep and couldn’t recall what it was. Just a few minutes after falling asleep, she woke up again. “Yi Wulan, I… I know how it upgrades.”
“What ‘it’?”
“The pow… ugh… I want flowers.”
Yi Wulan was torn between laughter and tears, seeing that Mu Yanxi was still talking nonsense. “I’ll buy you some later.”
Having received an answer, Mu Yanxi finally fell asleep peacefully.
When she woke up again, it was already past nine in the evening.
Mu Yanxi’s muddled mind and exhausted body had finally recovered. Even her numb legs had regained feeling, though her whole body still felt a bit weak and powerless.
Her sleeping position had been held for too long and was a bit sore. The moment she turned over, the corner of the clothes she was clutching was pulled taut, and Yi Wulan, who was beside her, leaned over with the force. “Still uncomfortable?”
Mu Yanxi pressed her lips together tightly, her face a mask of calm, but the tips of her ears, hidden by her hair, were slowly turning red.
She gave Yi Wulan a shove, her expressionless face glaring. “How dare you ask if I’m comfortable? Didn’t I tell you to know when to stop? Don’t you have any idea how excessive you were?”
Yi Wulan knitted her brows. “I did know when to stop.”
Mu Yanxi: …
Only then did Mu Yanxi realize that Yi Wulan’s understanding of “knowing when to stop” meant fewer times, and that number wasn’t based on her standard, but on the standard of when Yi Wulan’s hand got tired.
Yi Wulan asked again, “Still sore?”
“Sore what?” Mu Yanxi felt the back of her neck start to flush red. Humiliated and angry, she started rattling off without holding back, “Is President Yi asking this specifically because you want me to praise you for your skillful hands and great stamina, for nearly killing me in bed?”
Mu Yanxi had originally thought that her past self in the dream was too pathetic because she had been too young and naive back then. But after this afternoon, she finally understood. It wasn’t that she was too naive; it was that this wolf in human skin, Yi Wulan, was too much.
One should never date someone who has been single and celibate for many years. Once they get a taste, they come on with the force of an old house catching fire, making it impossible to resist. She was the most typical example.
In particular, she discovered that Yi Wulan, who usually seemed so proper, appeared to have some special kinks. Not only did she like to move her hand away from her eyes to make eye contact, but she also liked to hear her talk. Every time she bit her own lip, she would be punished with a deep kiss until she had no strength left to bite, only able to moan and gasp weakly.
This encounter had been initiated by Mu Yanxi herself. Thinking back on it now, she wished she could turn back time and use her powers to knock Yi Wulan unconscious.
Faced with Mu Yanxi’s unfiltered words, Yi Wulan, for once, did not reprimand her. After a long moment, she managed to say, “You kept… calling me Elder Sister. I thought.”
It was fragmented, but Mu Yanxi understood. She looked at her in astonishment. “What’s wrong with the title ‘Elder Sister’? I call you that all the time, don’t I?”
Although when they first got married, she did call Yi Wulan by her full name. But “Yi Wulan” was definitely not as convenient to say as “Elder Sister.”
Yi Wulan pursed her lips and explained, “You used to be like that before.”
Mu Yanxi: …
Mu Yanxi was instantly mortified. When she was pushed to her limit and begging for mercy, she had subconsciously used this easy-to-say and respectful term, trying to get Yi Wulan to slow down.
But the more she called her Elder Sister, the rougher Yi Wulan became.
At the time, she didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out why. She never expected this was the reason.
Mu Yanxi gritted her teeth. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Yi Wulan: “I thought you liked it. You usually only call me that when you’re in a good mood.”
Mu Yanxi: …
Mu Yanxi found herself unable to refute that statement. She could only turn her head away listlessly, not wanting to talk to her. “Forget it.”
In any case, she had experienced all the pleasure there was to experience. She had suffered a little bit, but there was no point in dwelling on it. If she made too much of a fuss, given Yi Wulan’s cautious nature, she might not dare to touch her again next time.
Seeing that she was no longer angry, Yi Wulan reached out and wrapped her in an embrace, her hand continuing to massage her leg.
The position moved higher and higher. Mu Yanxi couldn’t help but flinch and immediately slapped Yi Wulan’s hand away with a ‘smack’. “Don’t tell me you still want… want me to die?”
Yi Wulan withdrew her hand. “No.”
Perhaps because she had lost all face from the moment she was reborn during that afternoon, once the heat on her face gradually subsided, she leaned against Yi Wulan’s embrace and suddenly felt that there was nothing to be shy about.
She was shy, but wasn’t Yi Wulan shy too? In this kind of situation, whoever had the thicker skin would win. As if enlightened, Mu Yanxi instantly regained the confidence she had when she used to tease Yi Wulan.
Even though she was lying in Yi Wulan’s arms in a submissive position, she forced herself to raise a hand and hook Yi Wulan’s chin, giving it a light flick.
Yi Wulan’s pupils contracted sharply, but she quickly regained her composure, turning her head slightly in an attempt to dodge.
Mu Yanxi pushed her advantage, pinching Yi Wulan’s chin and turning her head back again. The corner of her lips curled up slightly, carrying a sensual afterglow as she spoke lazily, “You really don’t want more?”
The memories of their youth had long since faded with time, but that afternoon, Mu Yanxi’s repeated calls of “Elder Sister” had reawakened Yi Wulan’s memories of their verdant years, as if they had never been separated.
As Yi Wulan looked at the pair of foxy eyes beneath her, eyes that were so adept at bewitching people, and saw them shed the traces of growth because of her, returning to a state of teary-eyed innocence, she listened to the soft calls in her ear and had to admit that she had indeed lost some control.
Especially since Mu Yanxi’s body, for some unknown reason, had become more sensitive with age. A light touch would elicit a dramatic reaction. All of Mu Yanxi’s strength seemed to have been spent on her cries and refusals.
Yi Wulan knew how tired Mu Yanxi was and knew the little ancestor was just putting on a brave face. How could she dare touch her at a time like this? But out of consideration for Mu Yanxi’s pride, Yi Wulan compromised, “My… hand is sore.”
“Right, right, you’re sore, not me.” Upon hearing this, Mu Yanxi was indeed satisfied, nestling even more comfortably in Yi Wulan’s embrace.
Yi Wulan’s gaze lingered on Mu Yanxi’s neck, staring in a daze at the faint red marks that hadn’t been intentionally left, but were there nonetheless.
Having gotten her way, Mu Yanxi grew even bolder in her teasing. She tugged at her own collar, revealing the mottled, ambiguous marks within, and asked, “Need me to take my clothes off so you can get a better look?”
Yi Wulan: …
Yi Wulan shook her head.
Mu Yanxi was thoroughly satisfied. She pulled Yi Wulan’s collar and took the initiative to give her a light kiss. “Let’s go. When are we heading back?”
Yi Wulan stood up. “Anytime. Are you hungry?”
Mu Yanxi lay on Yi Wulan’s lap, looking around but couldn’t find her shoes. “I’m okay. Where are my shoes?”
Yi Wulan moved her back onto the bed and handed her clothes first. “You get dressed first. I’ll go get your shoes.”
After Mu Yanxi put on her dress, her legs dangled and swung by the side of the bed. Seeing that she was still getting dressed, Yi Wulan simply knelt down to put on her socks and shoes for her.
But the moment she grasped Mu Yanxi’s ankle, she froze slightly. There was a faint red mark around it, from where she had grabbed her when Mu Yanxi tried to run away several times. It hadn’t seemed like much at the time, but looking at it now, the mark was both pitiful and incredibly erotic.
Yi Wulan’s palm caressed Mu Yanxi’s ankle, her mind flashing back to when they had just gotten married, to the scene where Mu Yanxi’s foot was accidentally scraped and injured by the wheelchair. Back then, it seemed the injury was in the same place.
Mu Yanxi was already starving, and with Yi Wulan staring at and caressing her ankle like that, she gasped for breath. Unable to bear it any longer, she pulled her foot back and kicked Yi Wulan’s shoulder without any courtesy.
Unfortunately, the force was too weak. Yi Wulan barely swayed before steadying herself.
Mu Yanxi looked down at Yi Wulan from above, her voice, despite its attempt at coolness, inevitably carrying a few traces of a sob. “Are we eating or not?”
Yi Wulan looked up, originally intending to scold her for the unladylike gesture of putting her foot on her.
But as soon as she raised her head, her eyes met Mu Yanxi’s, which had become misty again just from having her ankle held.
Yi Wulan was suddenly unable to say those words. She just lowered her gaze and gave a soft “Mm.”
Mu Yanxi was finally satisfied and put her foot back down. She quickly put on her own socks, while Yi Wulan patiently tied the laces of her boots.
Watching Yi Wulan so earnestly helping her with her shoes, the warmth that had just faded from Mu Yanxi’s face began to burn red again. She coughed lightly and turned her head away.
Over the next few days, the official business at Rongjia became increasingly busy, and Mu Yanxi found herself running between Rongjia and various public appearances.
After two and a half years in the industry, Mu Yanxi finally had a respectable work to her name with Peach Blossom Debt. Riding this wave of popularity, coupled with the incident of her offending QT at the fashion show going viral online, countless netizens indignantly vowed to boost the sales of anything Mu Yanxi endorsed.
As a result, countless brands approached Ling Yi, hoping to establish a partnership. Even though Ling Yi had previously managed a A-list actress who married into a wealthy family, she had never seen such a grand spectacle.
After all, for that previous artist, the scripts and various engagements were almost all handled directly with the person backing her. Mu Yanxi’s fame had barely risen from an obscure 18th-tier nobody to a third-tier starlet, but the traffic she had attracted from her several viral moments was real. The sheer number of brand invitations directly surpassed half of the A-list artists in the domestic entertainment industry.
The endorsement products were varied, including everything from snacks and milk to daily necessities and jewelry. Among them were many well-reputed brands with high public recognition, clearly intending to create a win-win situation by leveraging Mu Yanxi’s patriotic actions.
The most shocking of all was when her manager received an endorsement offer from Rongjia Group. It was like a giant pie falling from the sky, leaving the manager completely stunned.
After all, Rongjia Group was a low-key, established conglomerate. In its early years, it was involved in many traditional industries, with its Huazhen Shopping Center being one of them. In recent years, with the new president taking office, many traditional industries were decisively shut down. The group first seized the opportunity of internet development and later shifted its focus to holographic technology.
Although the reforms made by Rongjia Group were in line with the trends of the times, it was still fundamentally that same low-key, established enterprise. Who would have thought that Rongjia would want to find a spokesperson for its holographic products?
If any other company had extended an olive branch to Ling Yi, she would have thought they were trying to ride the wave of Mu Yanxi’s popularity. Although Mu Yanxi’s current status wasn’t high, the countless patriotic netizens online who felt indignant on her behalf would surely give her exceptional short-term product-moving power. For any new product, this was an excellent promotional opportunity.
But of all companies, the one extending the olive branch was Rongjia Group.
Was this an olive branch? This was clearly a giant golden goose.
Rongjia Entertainment had so many top-tier film queens. Finding a spokesperson would be easy. Why would they need to specifically approach them?
The manager was practically incoherent, telling Mu Yanxi about this with a trembling voice.
Who knew that after Mu Yanxi received the call, she just calmly replied with “Got it,” and told her not to rush into an agreement, saying she needed to consider it further.
The manager was momentarily dazed, feeling for the first time that her artist’s mental fortitude was a bit too good, to the point of needing to consider even this kind of endorsement. Shouldn’t this be a time to agree even without considering the endorsement fee, even willing to pay for the opportunity?
But she remembered Mu Yanxi saying she had family matters to attend to during this period, so she had to tearfully put the offer aside and turn to boast to the new starlet she was managing about her great achievements in promoting Mu Yanxi.
When Mu Yanxi received this news, she was at Xinyu. She strolled into the president’s office without knocking, not treating herself as an outsider at all. None of the assistants or secretaries at the door stopped her.
The huge office was empty; Mu Yanqing was still in a meeting. Mu Yanxi wandered around familiarly. If it weren’t for Mu Yanche’s contract, Mu Yanxi probably wouldn’t have set foot in Xinyu.
After all, if Mu Yanqing hadn’t shut Yi Wulan out, perhaps she wouldn’t have felt so guilty and insecure when facing Yi Wulan that day after waking up.
So, after mulling it over for several days, Mu Yanxi shifted all the responsibility for her indulgence in forbidden fruit and her active seduction that backfired into being dominated onto Mu Yanqing. Only then did she feel a bit better.
She plucked at the leaves of the money tree in the office, and the more she looked, the more she felt that Mu Yanqing was unbearably tacky. A few more leaves fell off. By the time she came back to her senses, a small patch had been plucked bald.
Mu Yanxi frowned and reached out, nonchalantly stroking the branch and infusing it with her power.
The fresh scent of grass and wood spread from the corner. The small, tender leaves on the branch grew rapidly, and even the other branches and leaves that Mu Yanxi’s fingertips hadn’t touched grew quickly, returning to their original state in no time.
Then, she threw all the plucked leaves in her hand into the trash can, destroying the evidence.
Just as she finished all this, footsteps were heard outside the office. Mu Yanqing, finished with her meeting, walked in with a folder. Seeing her, she expertly put on the warm smile of an older sister and took the initiative to approach. “Xiao Xi, what brings you here all of a sudden?”
Mu Yanxi still didn’t really want to talk to her. She walked straight to Mu Yanqing’s presidential office chair and sat down, then gestured with her chin toward the chair opposite her.
Mu Yanqing immediately put down her file and shamelessly sat down. “Haven’t seen you in a few days. Did you miss your elder sister?”
Mu Yanxi took Mu Yanqing’s computer, opened her email, and turned the screen toward Mu Yanqing. “I’ve written up the loan contract for Mu Yanche.”
Mu Yanqing was taken aback, stammering, “Oh, oh right, we should give him a reply.”
After finishing her business, Mu Yanxi stood up without hesitation.
Mu Yanqing watched her retreating back with pleading eyes, only then realizing that Mu Yanxi’s dog-like temper was still simmering. Having run Xinyu for so long, Mu Yanqing had long become a refined, self-interested capitalist, but now she managed to scrape together a bit of conscience, feeling that she should coax Mu Yanxi.
She quickly searched her mind for recent money-burning events in Yuncheng and the surrounding cities, and she actually remembered one.
Mu Yanqing hurried forward and grabbed Mu Yanxi. “I heard there’s an auction in Jiangcheng in a few days. The finale item is the Black Swan 707. Didn’t you really like it during its promotional launch? How about Elder Sister buys it for you?”
Mu Yanxi’s eyebrow arched slightly, and her feet suddenly couldn’t move. She feigned modesty, “Sister, don’t always be like this. You’ll spoil me.”
Although she said that, the sly smile on her face couldn’t be suppressed.
Mu Yanqing poked Mu Yanxi’s forehead. “Who told me to be stuck with a little debt collector like you, who forgets her home as soon as she has that dog Yi Wulan.”
Mu Yanxi flinched, instantly losing the confidence she had when she first entered.
Mu Yanqing, rarely finding a moment when Mu Yanxi was at a disadvantage, was just about to gloat and slander Yi Wulan a bit when her eyes suddenly caught the red mark on Mu Yanxi’s collarbone.
In the dead of winter, everyone else wore high collars, or at the very least, a collared inner shirt. But she alone seemed unafraid of the cold, exposing her collarbone. It shouldn’t have been visible, but after being pulled by her, and since she wasn’t wearing a coat, the red mark on her collarbone was exceptionally obvious.
Running off happily to find Yi Wulan the moment she woke up that day, this little fox, Mu Yanxi, who was so accustomed to pleasure, had probably been thoroughly devoured inside and out by that dog Yi Wulan again.
Mu Yanqing suddenly felt a breath get stuck in her throat, her face forcing a smile. “Are you really okay? Why did you suddenly get a fever last time?”
“I’ve been fine for a while now.” Mu Yanxi explained casually, “I just have a weaker constitution. I got a chill from wearing that qipao for the QT show that day. Didn’t the doctor also say there was nothing wrong with me?”
To dispel Mu Yanqing’s doubts, Mu Yanxi added, “The team that treated Yi Wulan is considered to be comprised of top doctors in the field, right? They also did a check-up on me. I’m really not sick, and there are no problems with my body. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely live to take care of you in your old age and see you off.”
Mu Yanqing: …
Mu Yanqing slapped Mu Yanxi on the head with a ‘thwack’. “Get lost.”
Mu Yanxi hesitated for a moment. “Then my Black Swan…”
Mu Yanqing gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger. “Say one more word, and the Black Swan flies away.”
And so, Mu Yanxi happily got lost.
Just as Mu Yanxi had guessed, the endorsement contract for the holographic products was indeed someone’s idea.
Holographic products were very popular among young people. To further open up the market, someone proposed inviting a celebrity to endorse the holographic devices and provide voice-overs for the holographic smart butler.
Since other non-holographic devices were also using this marketing strategy with consistently good feedback, Gu Yan submitted this proposal to Yi Wulan.
In the third quarter of this year, Gu Yan received the most generous bonus since he started his job, almost enough to buy half a downtown apartment in Yuncheng before taxes. For the sake of his year-end bonus, he naturally thought of Mu Yanxi first for such a good opportunity.
That was why Ling Yi received that endorsement offer.
But clearly, Gu Yan’s boss’s wife was not appreciative, instead tossing this opportunity away.
Mu Yanxi’s reasoning was also simple. Leaving aside her marital relationship with Yi Wulan, if Yi Wulan’s body fully met the standards for surgery in the future, she would sooner or later have to take Yi Wulan’s position. If she were to appear as a spokesperson then…
Although Second Miss Mu’s skin could be as thick as a city wall on a normal day, she really couldn’t bring herself to do something like taking her own resources.
Therefore, the original spokesperson plan was revised.
Rongjia Group held the Huazhen Shopping Centers that were spread throughout China, almost a landmark in every city’s business district, occupying prime real estate even in first-tier cities.
And every mall was equipped with a huge LED screen. Usually, this screen was used to promote Huazhen’s advertisements. Sometimes, they would rather broadcast the evening news than open it up for any celebrity fan support.
It was a clear statement to everyone: Huazhen was not short on cash.
But on the second to last day of this year, Huazhen took advantage of the New Year’s Eve activities to suddenly release a bombshell on its LED screens, announcing that it would solicit a spokesperson for Rongjia’s entire line of holographic products from the fan circles. And to ensure fairness, all artists under Rongjia Entertainment would not participate in the competition.
As soon as this news came out, the fan circles were in an uproar!
The prestige of Huazhen Shopping Center was high because more than half of its floors were luxury stores, covering almost all luxury brands that could be opened in the country.
With the rapid development of the internet economy, many physical malls had been hit hard. But for a mall like Huazhen, which was already a hub for luxury goods, its clientele was mostly willing to spend lavishly for better service. It was not affected at all. On the contrary, after Huazhen fully installed holographic equipment, foot traffic remained consistently high.
To have an endorsement ad play on a loop on such a mall’s LED screen, its prestige and promotional power far exceeded any fan support event. Fans of various artists immediately sprang into action.
Moreover, besides this screen placement, Rongjia’s year-end holographic products had already created waves of excitement. From the elderly uncles and aunties doing plaza dancing to students in school, almost everyone was talking about holographic products, and the word-of-mouth was overwhelmingly positive.
To become the spokesperson for such a product was almost like being tied to Rongjia. The artist’s reputation and development would directly affect Rongjia. Whether it was getting resources or encountering trouble, wouldn’t others have to consider the Rongjia behind them?
Therefore, in addition to the trending celebrities who had exploded in popularity this year, many veteran film emperors and queens were also privately exerting their efforts.
The night this news was released, Mu Yanxi’s manager sat silently in front of her phone for several minutes, then tearfully asked Mu Yanxi if there was really no chance.
It wasn’t until Mu Yanxi used her old trick of spinning tall tales and analyzed the situation for her manager from several angles—her constitution that always attracted scandals, how netizens were finally begging her for endorsements, and how embarrassing it would be if she wasn’t chosen—that the manager suddenly felt it wasn’t a pity anymore.
But while they made no move, the netizens who were eagerly waiting to spend money on Mu Yanxi, this “patriotic cultural protection ambassador,” couldn’t wait any longer. Not only did they spam Mu Yanxi’s name under Huazhen’s official Weibo, but they also specifically went to Mu Yanxi’s Weibo to remind her of this endorsement opportunity.
【You there? If you’re not going to work, then get the hell out of the entertainment industry, okay?】
【I’m putting the link for the Rongjia holographic endorsement here for you. Hurry up and go sign up.】
【Don’t blame Daddy for not reminding you. If you miss the Rongjia endorsement, you won’t be able to pay back QT’s breach of contract fee.】
【Hurry and transfer me a hundred, I’ll teach you how to get rich.】
To the top comment urging her to take the Rongjia endorsement, Mu Yanxi replied with a lofty and cold: 【Not going.】
She didn’t even want the one Rongjia actively presented to her, let alone feel the need to compete with others for this opportunity. With that spare time, she might as well help Yi Wulan look over a few more documents.
But the fans of the other trending celebrities involved were not happy.
Everyone is competing for this opportunity, and you, a third-tier who just got a little popular, rejected it?
This wasn’t a rejection. It was clearly because she knew she couldn’t win, so she was deliberately putting on airs, right?
And so, one by one, they came flocking, reminiscent of the spectacular scene when Mu Yanxi was besieged after liking her own post about being the most beautiful in the domestic entertainment industry:
【Hehehe I’m seriously going to die laughing. I don’t know who’s hyping up the ‘patriotic ambassador.’ Didn’t they say all endorsements would be lining up to pay you? Now you don’t even dare to compete for one?】
【All talk, no real substance.】
【Speechless. I was actually looking forward to seeing Mu Yanxi get crushed, but she slid to her knees in surrender before the show even started?】
【Where on earth do Mu Yanxi’s fans get the courage to think that Mu Yanxi could land the Rongjia endorsement?】
【Specially came to witness the great annual surrender.】
After replying on Weibo, Mu Yanxi put down her phone, letting these people spread whatever rumors they wanted. She turned around and hugged Yi Wulan, channeling her powers and starting her wonderful night.
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