Zeng Xin was stunned, looking quite surprised: Why are you not sniping this time?
The phone screen lit up, just in time to pop up a new message from the tool person, which this time was an emoji of a puppy looking eagerly at a rice bowl.
Song Wanyi’s fingertips hovered over the screen for a moment without tapping it open immediately. Instead, she raised her eyes to look at Zeng Xin, giving an answer that satisfied Zeng Xin:
Times have changed, Sister Zeng. Song Wanyi crossed her legs and stated her perspective, CP fans are fans too. As long as we guide them properly, they can also convert into popularity and topics. Have someone keep an eye on things and guide the public opinion at the critical moment. Appropriate existence and controllable degree of discussion are not necessarily bad things.
She paused for a moment and added, However, I will still go on that show, You Are My Only. No matter what anyone says, I won’t change my mind.
Listening to this, Zeng Xin’s brow gradually relaxed. Do you need help pre-heating the topic? Just based on the traffic between you and Jiang Ya alone, this variety show is bound to become a massive hit.
Yet Song Wanyi refused: No need. Jiang Ya’s side has already secretly released topics, so there’s no need for me to tag along. This time, following the route of the final reveal will have an even more explosive point.
Zeng Xin nodded, but deep down, there still lingered a trace of an indescribable, uncanny feeling.
Who on earth did Song Wanyi want to make explode?
The fans, or Jiang Ya?
Fine, Zeng Xin sat up straight. I’ll arrange for people to monitor public sentiment. In any case, internal staff will report in advance.
The commercial vehicle smoothly drove into the urban area, where neon lights flickered and flowed brilliantly amidst the reinforced concrete.
Only then did Song Wanyi unlock her phone again, tapping open the chat box that continuously popped up with new messages.
The little spy tool person she had planted was constantly sharing her daily life with a certain Alpha.
Song Wanyi selected a few to reply to. Leaning against the comfortable leather car seat, her blurry profile was reflected on the car window alongside a trace of a very slight yet genuine curve at the corner of her lips that she no longer bothered to conceal.
Her fingertips tapped lightly, changing the remark on the chat box to something else.
Little Darling Tool Person
What are you smiling at?
Jiang Ya frowned as she looked at Jiang Song’ai across the dining table.
This child had been giggling stupidly for quite a while now. Taking a single bite of rice allowed her to purse the corners of her mouth and smile several times over, and even the phone held in her hand was restless, its camera flash occasionally lighting up and looking exceptionally glaring.
At first, Jiang Ya considered her young and inexplicably from another world, so she tolerated her a bit more. But watching this meal being eaten intermittently and without proper form, she ultimately could not bear it any longer.
Eat properly. Jiang Ya curled her fingers and tapped the clean tabletop lightly, carrying out an adult’s carrot-and-stick approach. Eating while playing like this, absent-minded as you are now, how can your nutrition keep up? I’m afraid you’ll want to grow as tall as me and fail.
Reverse psychology worked like a charm on Jiang Song’ai. Hearing that, she immediately pressed the phone screen face-down on the edge of the table, straightened her back, and looked even a bit serious: That won’t do! In the future, I definitely have to grow taller than Mom!
A child was, after all, a child. A glint of a smile flashed across Jiang Ya’s eyes as she picked up her water cup, took a sip, and smoothly changed the subject: In my world, people generally don’t differentiate their second gender until around eighteen.
She paused, her gaze landing on Jiang Song’ai’s still tender face. What about the world you came from? Is it the same?
Jiang Song’ai bit the tip of her chopsticks, her eyes drifting upward as if trying to recall earnestly, Should be… about the same?
Her tone was somewhat uncertain. The mom in my world always said I was still young and didn’t need to think about that too early.
Is that so, Jiang Ya replied flatly, then asked, Then have you ever thought about what you hope to differentiate into? An Omega, or an Alpha?
An Alpha, of course! Jiang Song’ai blurted out without even thinking, her eyes bright and sparkling with a childlike air, That way I can protect my moms, and protect a lot of people!
Jiang Ya smiled lightly. Toward what children said, she always treated it as innocent jokes and didn’t take it seriously.
However, she didn’t dampen the mood either. Instead, she followed the topic, employing the exact set of tactics Senior Jiang had used back then to trick her: Wanting to be an Alpha is a good thing, but that’s not something you can achieve just by thinking about it. You have to eat well, not be a picky eater, go to bed early and get up early, exercise more, and eat more vegetables. That way, once your physical foundation is built up, the probability of differentiating into an Alpha will increase, you know?
Jiang Song’ai listened and nodded repeatedly, practically treating those words like an imperial edict. She immediately buried her head and began striving with utmost piety to tackle the rice in her bowl, looking as if she wanted to convert every single grain of rice into growth energy.
Jiang Ya watched the sudden surge of fighting spirit in the little one, feeling her heart soften inexplicably, much like inadvertently teasing a small pet.
Seeing that the little family member had finally quieted down and focused on eating, she picked up her chopsticks as well, continuing to enjoy her dinner, which was gradually growing cold.
Late that night, Jiang Ya received confirmation news from back home.
Not hesitating to spend a bit more money and taking the expedited channel, she managed to resolve Jiang Song’ai’s passport and visa issues in this world at the fastest possible speed.
With a major burden lifted from her heart, she looked out at the dense night scenery outside the window and let out a light sigh of relief.
After breakfast the next day, Jiang Ya announced her upcoming arrangement to return home to Jiang Song’ai, telling her to start packing her things.
Jiang Song’ai was engrossed in watching her tablet computer. Hearing this, she immediately pressed pause, exited the page she was browsing, and raised her face to listen whole-heartedly to her mother’s instructions.
During this period, Jiang Ya had actually noticed that this child browsed Weibo on her tablet whenever she had free time, occasionally even secretly posting things herself.
Thinking of how mixed the information on that platform was, with all kinds of content, she ultimately felt somewhat uneasy, prompting her to add an extra word of caution: The things on the internet are half-true and half-false. You’re young right now and your judgment isn’t mature enough, so look less at that messy stuff.
As soon as she finished saying this, Jiang Ya frowned, why did her tone of voice sound exactly like Senior Jiang’s?
She was only thirty; she didn’t want to turn into a nagging chatterbox this early. Thus, she gulped down a large mouthful of water to calm herself down.
Jiang Song’ai drew out her voice into a long hmm-hmm, her little head nodding like a pecking chick, looking exceptionally well-behaved.
But the moment Jiang Ya turned around, Jiang Song’ai grabbed the tablet again, her fingers skillfully sliding across the screen.
Because Jiang Ya’s manager’s side had released the news in advance, opinions online regarding her upcoming participation in the romance variety show were all over the place.
Everyone was saying that as expected, Jiang Ya looked down on Song Wanyi; after bickering and trading blows for so many years, it was impossible for them to suddenly take a fancy to each other just because they differentiated into different second genders.
Due to external pressure, the internal atmosphere of the Suppress-Suppress (Ya-Yi) CP fandom was quite low.
Fortunately, there was a newly minted painting guru continuously outputting new materials for everyone.
Yet the drawing blogger was quite aloof, disliking replying to everyone’s comments. However, as long as a comment hit the guru’s fancy, the guru would like it and then work even harder to share the fan-made CP art they drew.
I’m shipping this to the death: Thank you, Master, for still persisting in producing rations! I was about to freeze into an ice sculpture at the bottom of our fandom pit, wrapping myself in eighteen layers of cotton quilts and shivering like a sieve, relying entirely on Master’s immortal energy to cling to life!
I’m just a passerby A: It looks like Master is currently a fan of the Suppress-Suppress daughter CP. Is the child in the middle Master herself? She’s drawn so cutely.
Even the Suppress-Suppress CP super-topic host, who had been working hard to maintain the super-topic’s activity, was attracted by this drawing and left a comment when passing by: Teacher, the concept of this drawing is simply brilliant! Do you want to move it directly into our super-topic? Let’s warm everyone up, it feels like it could spark a lot of discussion!
Jiang Song’ai, who had been online the whole time but remained habitually silent, replied very quickly this time, with only a single word: Okay.
She immediately clicked into the super-topic and carefully browsed through the accumulated posts of fellow fans inside.
The Summer population was massive, and thanks to the huge population base, niche CP fanbases often had astonishing numbers of followers as well.
A CP super-topic with fifty thousand followers might seem like a lot, but once placed side-by-side with the scale of the mothers’ individual solo fandoms, it was completely dwarfed.
Jiang Song’ai returned to her publishing page, syncing not only the artwork to the super-topic but also editing and adding the title of this drawing next to the image:
What if the two people’s child crossed over
And she didn’t forget to add a new series, naming it What if….
As soon as it was synced to the super-topic, Jiang Song’ai’s follower count increased quite a bit.
Jiang Song’ai received quite a few likes and friendly comments from fellow fans, feeling quite satisfied in her heart.
Relaxing comfortably against the sofa, her fingertips paused briefly over the screen, the corners of her lips unconsciously lifting as she hummed a brisk little tune.
After finishing these tasks, she didn’t exit the Weibo platform, instead switching pages to continue searching for information related to the mothers that she might not have seen yet.
On today’s apps, as long as a user searched for something once, the algorithm could quickly capture the user’s preferences and continuously push related content afterward.
Sure enough, after swiping past a few accounts of unfamiliar celebrities, Jiang Song’ai quickly scrolled to some posts about the mothers.
One account in particular caught her attention. That account had a follower count as high as half a million. Out of curiosity, Jiang Song’ai clicked into the account’s homepage.
Inside the homepage, this blogger updated almost every day, with content entirely revolving around Song Wanyi.
From the movies and television dramas she acted in, to her upcoming various endorsements and advertisements, and even her words and actions in public settings, this blogger would pay attention and evaluate them with fine-tuned, meticulous detail.
Initially, Jiang Song’ai thought this was merely a gathering place for brainless haters. But as she read through the entries one by one, she found that the blogger’s critiques were well-reasoned and logical.
The other party analyzed everything from acting details and commercial presentation to public image with clear viewpoints and definite arguments, occasionally even citing certain industry perspectives, making one involuntarily feel that these comments were not emotional ventings, but carried a certain professional judgmental eye.
Yet not everyone could see that.
In the comment section, the voices were almost unanimously one-sided.
Many netizens accused the blogger of being a high-level black or malicious stalker. Clearly disliking Song Wanyi, yet they watched all of her works and bought every single endorsement.
Some also guessed that this account might be someone from Song Wanyi’s opposing camp, perhaps someone specifically run by Jiang Ya’s side.
However, Jiang Song’ai flipped further back and discovered that this account would also occasionally publish criticisms or teasing remarks about Jiang Ya, and the tone was not polite either.
Tsk.
Right at this moment, a finished Jiang Ya frowned on the opposite sofa.