Yun Xiangxiang naturally did not know that she was already targeted by a big bad wolf. To her, it was only a brief session with Song Mian.
Song Mian had already seen all kinds of people for someone of his status. He wouldn’t be interested in a young and inexperienced maiden like herself.
She kept on filming as usual and did not even notice that Song Qian was taking an even greater care of her.
The only difference was that Song Mian would text a message to her every two days, since he truly knew how to be grateful and was very responsible.
He only asked a brief question about her body’s condition, nothing outside of that. Yun Xiangxiang couldn’t get her guard up just based on that.
Yun Xiangxiang felt that it was too inconvenient later on. She asked for Song Mian’s WeChat account so that they could add each other as friends to make it more convenient.
Just like that, she was slowly stepping into Song Mian’s trap without realizing it. She even made a habit of contacting him. Their topics also expanded from health…
Yun Xiangxiang’s filming wrapped up smoothly six days later. The whole team saw how hardworking she was. Lin Jialiang held a wrapping up feast specially for her. All the leads were present. They showed a great deal of respect.
Yun Xiangxiang took a group photo with the staff before posting it on Weibo
[Actress Yun Xiangxiang V: It’s a wrap~~~]
[Ah, finally a new post from the goddess. I almost seared all your old Weibo statuses in my memory!!!!]
[More content again. When will the screening be?]
[I just remembered that the goddess filmed a Hong Kong movie this time. Lots of Hong Kong movies can’t be screened in the mainland!]
[Don’t jinx it, the one above me. My goddess absolutely didn’t film anything sensitive!]
Fans screamed when Yun Xiangxiang only posted a Weibo status
At the same time, Song Mian also saw Yun Xiangxiang’s status the first chance he got. He quietly liked and shared before leaving a comment, saying that she worked hard.
However, Yun Xiangxiang had too many fans. This kind of comment was lost in the sea of thousands within a few minutes. Song Mian immediately felt a bit miffed.
The thoughtful butler Song Yao immediately understood what his young master was thinking, “You won’t stand out like this, young master.”
Song Mian handed his smartphone to Song Yao, “Stand out then.”
Song Yao held the smartphone while thinking. He then operated decisively.
[Your Bombayi V: Congratulations for wrapping up, goddess. Sharing this status will entitle you to a lucky draw. It will be a red packet each containing 9999 yuan for one hundred people. Only for Clouds!]
The red packets containing 9999 yuan immediately drew everyone’s attention.
[Oh my god this is a rich fan. Spending a million yuan in one go!]
[I hope I got the prize!]
[Is it too late to be a fan now?]
[Ah…! Come at look at your rich fan @Actress Yun Xiangxiang.]
This move had Yun Xiangxiang appear in trending on Weibo. The topic was #YunXiangxiangRichFan#
Song Meng naturally noticed it at once. She then notified Yun Xiangxiang.
Yun Xiangxiang approached this fan in personal chat after she saw it.
[Yun Xiangxiang: I appreciate you for liking me, tyrant. But don’t do this in the future. Spending that kind of money puts psychological pressure on me.]
“Young master, Miss Yun messaged you,” Song Yao immediately gave Song Mian the smartphone.
Song Mian was satisfied by this reaction. He looked at what Song Yao did, “En, I’ll have Uncle An give you another line next month.”
Song An was the master butler of the Song Family. He was also Song Yao’s father. Their family had maintained a master-servant relationship for generations.
Song An first followed Song Mian’s grandfather for a few years. He then became Song Mian’s father’s confidant. Now, any important matters in the Song Family would be handled by him first.
Even though it was said to be a master-servant relationship, the head of the Song Family had always thought of their family as their own. He trusted them more than his own kin.
The line Song Mian mentioned was a high level of authority. Song Mian was unbelievably excited.
His young master was already supporting the master’s daily life now. As the junior butler, he was still laboring under his father. He felt that he was embarrassing his young master.
Song Yao’s biggest goal now was to send his dad to be the master’s companion!
Song Mian didn’t have the time to care about his junior butler’s exhilaration. He replied to Yun Xiangxiang himself.
[Your Bombay: I’m just happy with that. ]
Yun Xiangxiang didn’t expect him to give this kind of reply. Even she who usually knew how to talk didn’t know how to respond.
[Yun Xiangxiang: Are you a second generation of the rich?]
She felt that this was the kind of rich kid who spent their parents’ money frivolously, blissfully ignorant of the sufferings in the world. She could give some appropriate advice
[Your Bombay: I should be the Nth Generation]
Nth Generation! Is this guy trying to be funny? What happened to ‘wealth does not travel beyond the third generation? [1]
[Your Bombay: What I spend is what I made myself]
[Yun Xiangxiang: Making money is hard…]
[Your Bombay: It’s not hard. It’s easy]
She couldn’t answer this!
[Yun Xiangxiang: What matters is that you’re happy {😃}]
[Your Bombay: You’re not happy]
[Yun Xiangxiang: Hahaha, I’m happy if my fan is happy]
Could she say she wasn’t happy? What right did she have to not be happy? He was spending his own money after all. Could she have them feel uncomfortable even after they had spent their money?
She did whatever she should as an idol. She had no right to decide what others should do.
[Your Bombay: Your fans are very happy]
Yun Xiangxiang: …
Could they be unhappy when they might be able to get ten thousand yuan just through a share on Weibo?
[Yun Xiangxiang: I need to catch a plane. TTYL [2] {✋}]
Yun Xiangxiang didn’t join in anymore after she logged out of Weibo. Song Meng wanted her to share too. Even if she wanted to have ten thousand just by moving her fingers, wouldn’t this encourage the fans to spend recklessly?
Yun Xiangxiang wasn’t trying to escape when she said she needed to catch a flight. She really had bought today’s ticket.
Yun Zhibin and Su Xiuling went home earlier since school reopened earlier for Grade Eleven. Su Xiuling didn’t worry about her since she had a lot of people around her. She let her register by herself once university started.
Yun Xiangxiang sent a text to Song Mian as promised when she arrived at the airport.
Song Mian’s lips curled when he received the text, “Song Yao, prepare a set of clothes for me tomorrow.”
“Leave it to…”
“Forget it, I’ll choose it myself.”
Song Mian cut Song Yao off before he could guarantee it.
Song Yao: …
Please give me a chance to perform, young master!
Song Mian didn’t just reject a reservation with some bigshot; he even took three hours to pick his clothes the night before, just because they were meeting tomorrow. Naturally Yun Xiangxiang didn’t know about that.
Song Yao shook his head while he witnessed the scene. Does everyone who likes a girl turn into someone like that? He thought he would be better off loving himself.
Since Yun Xiangxiang appeared in trending on Weibo, Xue Yu decisively hit the share button when he saw the lucky draw post after he clicked into it. Yun Xiangxiang who turned off her phone naturally did not know about that.
[Xue Yu V: I wanna ride on my junior’s streak of good luck. What if I get it?]
Then a large wave of netizens swarmed him. They said that they would lower the chances of winning even if they didn’t get it.
Xue Yu’s fans also condemned him. He actually was fighting with those losers over ten thousand yuan. It was despicable.
Every actor and actress chimed in after Xue Yu started it. Including Han Jing
This Weibo lucky draw immediately became immensely popular. Song Mian’s followers were increasing at a blistering rate. However, he was only following Yun Xiangxiang alone.
It was already three hours later when Yun Xiangxiang knew about it after she disembarked from the plane. But Yun Lin’s school started two days ago, Coco, who accompanied Yun Lin to go back, drove to pick Yun Xiangxiang up.