[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-960":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339944,4573,"Chapter 960: The Fan Meeting","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-960",960,"\u003Cp>PS: There’s a bonus chapter after this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Main text:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I, so young, eat this?” Mom laughed. “What I mean is, Grandpa and Grandma are getting old, their health declining day by day—if they could have one of these, it’d be perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan replied immediately: “Don’t worry, Grandpa and Grandma have theirs too—I got three in total, all three elders get one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our big girl really knows how to handle things,” Mom said, satisfied, patting her daughter’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Mom, how’d you enjoy yourself in London?” Luo Quan asked curiously. “You didn’t know a soul there—must’ve been boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, don’t even get me started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention, Luo Ni burst into complaints, pouring out her grievances to her daughter: “Life there—pace, food, entertainment—it’s nothing like here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know those uncles and aunts in your dad’s family—they’re all too busy to ever be home. When I go shopping or take the kids out, I’m always surrounded by servants. It’s just not comfortable at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally I go to those wealthy ladies’ afternoon teas—they talk about nothing but luxury goods or which guy’s hot. Honestly, I start wondering if they’re even married.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, when I was bored, I could just get together for mahjong. In London, I can’t do anything—and the food’s terrible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if a dam had broken, Mom dumped out all her discomforts from these past days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But really, this discomfort only applied to certain aspects—once you’re financially free, living comfortably is actually very simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Mom truly struggled with was probably loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After living in the U.S. for so long, she’d made quite a few friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arriving in London, those friends could only be reached by phone—it was truly painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, those first few days were unbearably dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, she found a good way to pass the time—watching videos—and life became much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online videos now cover everything—educational, funny, dramatic, absurd, talent-based—you can always find something you like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni herself watches everything—Douyin, Constable, Bilibili—but rarely comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most videos are nutrition-free, but they’re perfect for killing time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, I knitted you a few sweaters while I was in London.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni suddenly remembered, pulling a dark wool sweater from her suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flashy stripes or fancy stitching—every stitch was plain and humble, smooth to the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really nice—I’ll try it on and see if it fits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan took off her coat and began putting on the sweater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom kept muttering: “While I was idle over there, I looked for ways to pass the time, and finally decided knitting was the most reliable—I made one each for you, your dad, your brother, Mia, and Wen Xia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I figured by the time I got back, winter would be here, so they’d be perfect to wear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s already mid-October, and it doesn’t feel especially cold yet—I guess I’ll have to wait a bit longer before anyone can wear them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to Mom’s rambling, Luo Quan slipped on the sweater and tugged at the hems to straighten them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s it feel? Comfortable?” Luo Ni tugged at the sleeves, her heart full of joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comfortable, but it’s a bit tight across the chest.” Luo Quan lifted her neck, trying to loosen the collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni looked down and saw the sweater stretched taut by her daughter’s well-formed figure, forming two distinct curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, I forgot to leave room there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni slapped her thigh in dismay. “I swear, you weren’t this exaggerated back in January—how’d you change so much in less than a year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better food, second puberty, I guess,” Luo Quan said helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been stuck at 34E for a while, but this year it grew a bit more—if it keeps going, it’ll become 34F.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan actually thought 34E was already fine—going bigger would make filming movies inconvenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like that female star in entertainment, famous since debut for her exceptional assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she also suffered endless criticism and discrimination because of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Luo Quan’s current status, she won’t face the same fate—but such extraordinary development is still a nuisance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if her figure keeps growing like this, she’ll need to buy some medicine from the system’s shop to curb it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every gain, there’s a loss—the shop has plenty of breast-enhancing pills, and also some breast-reducing ones. Choosing a mild one should solve her problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, take it off. Wear it when it gets colder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni checked and saw the sweater hadn’t stretched to the point of unraveling—so it wasn’t a big issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But next time she knits a sweater, she’ll need to make extra room for her eldest daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Luo Quan, though the sweater didn’t fit perfectly, she was deeply moved—it was handmade by her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time she received a handmade gift from Mom was on her seventeenth birthday, when Mom baked her a birthday cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The baking wasn’t skilled, but Luo Quan thought it was the sweetest cake she’d ever eaten—far surpassing any famous bakery’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gifts with this kind of familial value always hold a huge place in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cake was like that, the sweater is like that—though they’re cheap little things, to her they’re more precious than million- or billion-dollar gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking off the sweater, Luo Quan carefully folded it and brought it to her room, placing it in the closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni got up and followed her daughter into the room, looking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room carried an unfamiliar faint fragrance—not like common incense or shower gel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quilt was neatly folded and laid flat on the bed; the vase, photo album, and books were arranged artfully on the desk; the floor held no clutter, clean enough to reflect her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve really grown up,” Luo Ni sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was in high school, her room wasn’t this tidy—books, test papers, ballpoint pens scattered everywhere, messy as anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, everything was orderly, just like her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only regret was still no boyfriend—that was the thing her dad constantly brought up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether in the U.S. or the U.K., many prestigious families had come seeking a match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d met plenty of boys—all outstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whenever she mentioned it, her daughter would complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, she and Eric stopped bringing it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s a lifelong matter—not mentioning it doesn’t mean it doesn’t need consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon is about to become a father, yet Luo Quan, the eldest, hasn’t made a single move. She and Eric were genuinely anxious—when they couldn’t sleep at night, most of their conversations revolved around this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they couldn’t force her like feudal patriarchs, so they felt helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could they do? Their daughter wasn’t worried—given her world’s most beautiful face and such a figure, even at forty, she’d never lack suitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if she waited until forty to find someone, childbirth would become complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she trusted her daughter knew what she was doing, and that no matter the outcome, she wouldn’t regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a mother, she only wanted to see her daughter grow up healthy, then slowly age together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People don’t just grow old with spouses—they grow old with their parents too, though parents age faster and aren’t always around, so the concept is less clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at, Mom?” Luo Quan suddenly snapped Luo Ni out of her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni shook her shoulders. “I was checking if you had any clothes to wash—I thought I’d tidy up, but your room’s neater than my bedroom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan laughed. “Mom, I’m not a kid anymore—do you still wash my clothes? People would think I’m a giant baby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ni shrugged. “No matter how old you are, you’re still my baby, still flesh from my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes.” Luo Quan laughed, wrapping her arms around Mom and guiding her out. “What’s for dinner tonight? I’ll cook.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Braised pork belly and preserved vegetable with pork,” Luo Ni blurted out two hearty dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was little, her daughter loved pork strips—like fish-flavored pork, lettuce pork, carrot pork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mom loved fatty, chunky dishes like these—greasy, yes, but deeply satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan knew Mom had been in London too long, hadn’t eaten home-cooked food in ages—she understood that feeling completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she had the property management deliver two excellent cuts of pork belly, and for dinner, she didn’t just make the two dishes Mom mentioned—she added braised pork belly too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, this food smells insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon greedily inhaled the aroma at the table—he’d never seen his sister cook so vigorously. This braised pork belly glowed like it was on fire—taste must be incredible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smell it all you want, but sit down already—stop posing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan popped a Pill of the Divine Physician into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xingwei said: one pill per day, taken before meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Luo, what are you taking?” Wen Xia, seeing Luo Quan—who’d always been healthy—take medicine, grew curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“New digestive pill. Take it before meals to boost digestion and absorption—solves the problem of never feeling full.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan made up a lie, leaving everyone stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digestive pills are always taken after meals—why take them before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since it’s a new version, maybe the effect is different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Luo Quan’s previous appetite was terrifying—she’d used the rice cooker as a bowl. She really needed some medicine to regulate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, with the Pill of the Divine Physician, the hunger pang from her stomach vanished instantly at mealtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her appetite returned to normal—about two and a half small bowls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a martial artist girl, this was perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps because her own cooking was so delicious, everyone else ate more than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Luo Ni—she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d eaten such delicious home cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her daughter was truly a culinary god—this skill was unmatched!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the food was so good, no one talked during dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating their fill, everyone waddled off to their rooms, bellies swollen—each one looked more pregnant than Mia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, Luo Quan simply washed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she had already bathed today, she had no intention of bathing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Partly because it wasn’t her habit, and partly because she didn’t have the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan meeting was scheduled for eight p.m., but she was busy cooking in person until just after seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, she didn’t rest at all; she went straight upstairs, turned on her laptop, and moved the livestream to the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to her room, the recording studio was quieter, and all the instruments were kept in this room—she could turn her head and grab whatever she needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened the livestream and changed the title to “Fan Meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she changed the title, the livestream’s viewership surged past ten million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, many fans had already been waiting in the livestream since half past seven; they had expected some behind-the-scenes moments, but were disappointed to find the stream hadn’t started—only a group of early-arriving fan brothers were chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the chat, it was clear that many had been waiting in the livestream since six p.m., afraid of missing even a single moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the livestream opened, every fan who saw the notification and every passerby rushed in immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although there had been no large-scale promotion beforehand, Luo Quan’s inherent traffic was simply too terrifying—she had long dominated the trending charts, so nearly every young person online knew she was holding a fan meeting tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an era where concerts were no longer common, this low-budget version of a concert was still quite appealing, especially when the star was Luo Quan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So whether or not they were her fans, everyone wanted to come and join the buzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, Luo Quan wore simple clothes—not as lavish and grand as during a concert—but with a distinct intellectual beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good evening, fans. Has everyone eaten?” Luo Quan greeted, adjusting the microphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet—we’re just waiting for you to go live so we can eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, can you even eat while listening to music?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get hungrier just listening to Luo Quan’s voice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m different—I eat because I look at Luo Quan’s face. (blushing.jpg)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So beauty is appetizing, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans chattered back and forth, keeping the livestream’s viewership climbing steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the audio was fine, Luo Quan smiled brightly: “Tuning’s done. I see many fans were already waiting here before the stream even started—you must’ve waited a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I won’t waste any more time—let’s begin today’s main event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First love song: “Clock in the Opposite Direction,” dedicated to you all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Luo Quan picked up her guitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song needed no accompaniment—she could perform it alone with just the guitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the clear, melodious guitar harmonics rang out, every fan in the livestream felt as if they had just heard celestial music and their ears were suddenly enlightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Luo Quan could do this—just one move, and she completely captivated them.\u003C\u002Fp>",2150,"2026-06-20T22:54:06.151Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2a6866caf2b3e930babdc52e8170da9ccc05e8996f9ae9b09fde320706abe1a0","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-961","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-959",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]