Chapter 30: Chu Yourong, You Must Work Harder!

Liu Dongxu muttered these words aloud, but inside he was thinking: on the wedding day, he must make sure Chu Yourong finds out about Lin Xiwei and Zhang Xian's relationship, and create some obstacles for their affair.

Although the "good brother" had become the guy who picked up the pieces, those pieces belonged to Chu Yourong—and upon closer thought, Liu Dongxu felt a tinge of envy.

Watching his brother live the life of dating a wealthy woman was more painful than death itself.

Liu Dongxu's inner calculations clattered like firecrackers, when suddenly Zhang Xian said: "They've already met. They got along well."

"What!"

"They met?"

Liu Dongxu was stunned: "How did they even meet?"

"Didn't you know? A few days ago, they were shooting wedding photos with Chu Yourong—Lin Xiwei was the makeup artist."

"What a coincidence?"

Liu Dongxu's lip twitched—he realized the "drama scene" he'd been hoping for had already happened, yet Zhang Xian's demeanor suggested nothing had occurred at all.

"Does Chu Yourong know she's your first love?"

Liu Dongxu pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"She knows. But that was years ago."

As Zhang Xian walked down the alley, he stretched lazily: "The past flows like water, years gone, never to return."

Liu Dongxu had never heard this poem; he watched Zhang Xian's graceful silhouette under the streetlamp and felt a strange sense of awe.

"Big Brother Zhang, online rumors say Chu Yourong is pregnant—true or false?"

Liu Dongxu hurried after him, eager for gossip again.

"False!"

"So it's false? I thought you were about to become a dad!"

Liu Dongxu felt disappointed—so his good brother hadn't become the guy who picked up the pieces after all. Still, he didn't fully trust Zhang Xian's words; maybe he was just refusing to admit it.

Fortunately, pregnancy can't be hidden forever—it'll eventually come to light.

"I saw those online reports so detailed, I thought they were real."

"Those self-media bloggers will fabricate any rumor just for clicks."

"True enough—the moral decay is terrible! They'll sacrifice their dignity just for a few views!"

The two chatted aimlessly, soon arriving at Liu's doorstep. Though it was late, Liu Fusheng was still sitting outside.

Zhang Xian greeted him, then stepped into his own courtyard.

"Dongxu, stop hanging around Zhang Xiaoliuzi so much—he'll corrupt you."

"Look at him—all day long, does he ever do anything serious? Just fishing and gaming. You're different—you're about to get married. You can't be as aimless as him."

Once inside his courtyard, Liu Fusheng whispered his advice.

"I know. I've just been busy preparing for the wedding. Things will settle down after we marry."

Liu Dongxu replied offhandedly.

Across the wall, in the Zhang household.

As soon as Zhang Xian entered the house, he sneezed.

Who's thinking of me again!

Muttering to himself, Zhang Xian went to his room to play games.

The next day.

Zhang Xian slept soundly until he woke naturally.

Ding!

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's daily income settlement.

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's daily income: 200,000 yuan!

Host receives double income: 400,000 yuan!

Ding!

Number Two Lying Flat Assistant's daily income settlement.

Number Two Lying Flat Assistant's daily income: 0 yuan!

Host receives double income: 0 yuan!

Zhang Xian had just opened his eyes when 400,000 yuan landed in his account—his father had done three commercial performances yesterday, each with a 200,000-yuan appearance fee.

With "Apple Fragrance" currently trending, he could command fees far beyond his actual worth—but once the hype faded, that price would vanish.

But Zhang Xian wasn't worried—he still had "Song of the Ordinary" waiting in the system's storage.

Once the money from "Apple Fragrance" was fully harvested, he'd have his father release a new song.

A singer should dedicate his passion and youth...

Uh—his twilight years to the stage!

Chu Yourong's zero income was expected—she had just regained her freedom and was still restarting her career.

But restarting a career isn't an excuse for zero income.

Young people should dedicate their passion and youth to their careers.

Don't spend all day slacking off and lying flat—how can you contribute to building a prosperous, democratic, civilized, and harmonious motherland?

Chu Yourong, you must work harder!

Boyfriends cheat, husbands divorce, parents grow old.

Relying on anyone is worse than relying on yourself.

Only when you're strong yourself can you withstand storms.

Zhang Xian opened WeChat and sent Chu Yourong a message: Another beautiful day—keep going!

PUA, start with sending WeChat messages!

On the other side.

Chu Yourong had just woken up, but unlike Zhang Xian, who had been gaming until two a. m., she had been recording songs until past two a. m.

"Decent" has entered its final production stage and will be released in a week.

However, Chu Yourong hadn't yet decided on the exact release date—this was her first song after going solo, so she had to be cautious.

Hearing the WeChat notification sound, Chu Yourong picked up her phone, glanced at it, and froze.

What the hell is this?

Has Zhang Xian been possessed?

Did his brain get crushed by a door?

Chu Yourong rolled her eyes and immediately replied with a "You're insane" emoji.

Zhang Family.

Since her father was away, Zhang Xian no longer had the luxury of waking up to a hearty breakfast; instead, Zhang Zhaodi, who lived with him, sat on the sofa eating cookies, while the little yellow dog Weier lay obediently at her feet.

"Xiaoxian, you're finally awake—I'm starving!"

Seeing Zhang Xian step out of the room, Zhang Zhaodi's eyes lit up instantly.

"I'm hungry too."

Zhang Xian rubbed his stomach: "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine?"

Zhang Zhaodi licked her lips, asking with hopeful anticipation.

"Yeah, anything!"

"Then I want KFC!"

Zhang Zhaodi exclaimed excitedly; due to her mental age being stuck at nine, her tastes were no different from most children's—she loved burgers and pizza most of all.

"Alright then, let's go eat KFC!"

Zhang Xian himself didn't particularly like KFC or other Western fast food, but he could tolerate it occasionally.

So the siblings stepped out of the small courtyard together.

But the little yellow dog Weier followed them out too—he always clung to Zhang Zhaodi and now intended to tag along.

"Weier, go back inside. I'll bring you something tasty when I come back."

Zhang Zhaodi crouched down and gently patted the dog's head, but the little yellow dog refused to budge.

"Weier, go back!"

Zhang Xian shouted loudly.

But just as he finished speaking, Liu Dongxu stepped out from the neighboring courtyard: "Who called me?"

"Xian Ge?"

"You know my English name?"

Seeing Zhang Xian standing at the courtyard gate, Liu Dongxu asked with a skeptical look.

"Your English name?"

Zhang Xian looked utterly confused.

"My English name is Will!"

"I've always gone by that name while studying abroad in the United States," Liu Dongxu explained.

Hearing this, Zhang Xian nearly lost his composure—Will translated into Chinese was exactly Weier. He glanced at the little yellow dog he'd just scolded back into the courtyard and laughed, shrugging: "Dong Xu, maybe you should pick another name—we've got a name collision!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xian nearly lost his composure. "Will," when translated into Chinese, just happens to be "Weier." He glanced at the little yellow dog he had just scolded into the yard, spread his hands with a smile, and said, "Dong Xu, how about you change your name? You've got the same name now!"

Liu Dongxu frowned. In China, people often picked English names that clashed—common ones were Tony, Kevin, Jack, and so on.

So he'd deliberately chosen Will, never expecting another collision.

Liu Dongxu looked around, searching for the person who shared his name, when suddenly Zhang Zhaodi waved at the little yellow dog returning to the courtyard: "Weier, be good at home~!"

Liu Dongxu looked around, searching for the person who shared his name, and at that moment saw Zhang Zhaodi waving at the little yellow dog heading back into the courtyard: "Weier, be a good boy at home~!"