Gu Mingyan was completely unaware that the live comments had already read her like an open book.
The words she just said felt strange even to her, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.
Her temper was always bad, and most people around her were sycophants interested in her family background—not real friends—so she had never experienced true friendship. She didn’t even realize the sour, heavy feeling in her chest was pure possessiveness over her friends.
In short, she just felt uncomfortable and found Ji Sihan irritating.
Noticing the other three staring at her in varying degrees of confusion, Gu Mingyan belatedly felt a touch of embarrassment.
To cover it up, she turned and fussed with the bedsheets and duvet cover.
Ji Sihan, thick-skinned as he was, didn’t pick up on her obvious hints and continued chatting happily with Yun Qingqing about the game.
Nan Xu, however, seemed to understand. He nodded at Gu Mingyan and Yun Qingqing. “It’s getting late. We won’t disturb you. Goodbye.”
Ji Sihan: “Ah?” He was subtly guided backward by Nan Xu, half-pulled, half-led.
“Then Qingqing, let’s play together sometime! I’ll help you rank up! By the way, what’s your game ID? I’ll add you—”
Before he could finish, Nan Xu tugged him firmly toward the door.
Ji Sihan waved at Yun Qingqing as he retreated, still smiling.
Yun Qingqing chuckled and waved back.
Gu Mingyan, struggling with the duvet, watched the scene and felt even worse.
No, Ji Sihan talks way too much! Annoying!
Frustrated, she fumbled even more with the duvet. When she finally managed to stuff it in, she pulled it out to find the cover completely reversed and twisted inside.
“…” Gu Mingyan was so mad she wanted to throw the whole thing across the room.
Once Yun Qingqing returned, having seen Ji Sihan and Nan Xu off, she noticed Gu Mingyan’s lips curved downward slightly, her beautiful face clearly showing displeasure.
She asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Gu Mingyan felt embarrassed admitting she was frustrated over a misfitted duvet. She pursed her lips and muttered, “…Nothing.”
Secretly, she hoped Yun Qingqing would ask again, just like before, showing a little concern.
But Yun Qingqing, ever blunt, just said “Oh,” and turned to leave.
Gu Mingyan: “???”
Seeing Yun Qingqing leave without hesitation, her sense of grievance multiplied tenfold!
【LOL, Yun Qingqing, you’re too honest! She said nothing, and you just walked away!】
【Girls say “nothing” when it actually means “something.” You failed reading comprehension.】
【Gu Mingyan’s stunned, indignant face is killing me hahahaha.】
Gu Mingyan stewed, thinking:
Was Yun Qingqing upset because I interrupted her conversation with Ji Sihan? Or because I’m too clumsy to put on a duvet, and she’s annoyed with me?
Just as she was lost in these thoughts, footsteps approached again.
She looked up to see Yun Qingqing returning, holding clean bedding and sheets.
“I noticed the duvets provided by the crew were a bit thin, so I brought a couple of thicker ones,” Yun Qingqing smiled. “Putting on a duvet properly is an art. When I first learned, I also struggled and wanted to just sleep without one.”
She deftly unwrapped the duvet that Gu Mingyan had reversed, shook out the insert, and straightened it.
“Here, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Gu Mingyan paused, realizing that Yun Qingqing hadn’t ignored her earlier—she’d gone to fetch a better duvet.
Her small grievance melted instantly. She quietly moved next to Yun Qingqing, paying close attention.
Yun Qingqing demonstrated with the bed linen: “See, flip the duvet cover inside out, grab two corners of the duvet, stuff them into the corresponding corners of the cover, then shake it like this…”
With her precise movements, the previously lumpy duvet and cover aligned perfectly, looking neat and tidy.
“Got it? Now you try with your set.” Yun Qingqing stepped aside, encouraging her.
Gu Mingyan copied her carefully, concentrating.
She’d never done this before, so her movements were awkward, and her fingers clumsy.
But Yun Qingqing, who instinctively saw Gu Mingyan as a ‘golden ticket’ with infinite filters, didn’t mind at all. She found Gu Mingyan’s careful handling cute.
“Exactly like that, take your time… now shake it out a bit.”
Gu Mingyan, under her patient and kind gaze, felt slightly embarrassed but gradually got the hang of it.
Finally, she successfully fitted the duvet inside the cover. The corners were still a bit uneven, but it looked presentable!
“See? Not too bad!” Yun Qingqing helped adjust the corners with a smile.
Gu Mingyan instinctively straightened her chest, trying to suppress a smile, but a little gleam of pride couldn’t be hidden.
【LOL, this scene is like a kindergarten teacher helping a kid.】
【Gu Mingyan stop pretending, that smirk is impossible to hide.】
【Yun Qingqing really is a genius, taming the temperamental Miss Gu.】
Successfully putting on the duvet herself was a rare, novel achievement for Gu Mingyan.
So, in an excellent mood, Miss Gu couldn’t wait to share her joy. She picked up her phone, logged into her Weibo account, and quickly typed out a new post:
【@Gu MingyanV: Feeling great today! Picking 5 fans—flights, accommodations, and meals all covered—to spend a few days on my private island. Repost this Weibo to participate; winners announced in three days. 】
No lengthy rules, no complicated conditions—just Gu Mingyan’s signature concise and extravagant style.
The moment the post went live, netizens watching the livestream nearly simultaneously caught the news.
【!!! OMG! Girls, check Weibo! Miss Gu is giving away a private island trip! Flights and booze included!】
【Is this for real? I’m reposting immediately—dreams must exist! Maybe I’ll get lucky.】
【Just came back from Weibo, confirmed! I just want to say, Miss Gu is so generous! (voice cracking)】
The comment section instantly flooded with messages like “sharing the luck” and “please let me win.”
Yun Qingqing, seeing Gu Mingyan’s sudden move, first froze, then couldn’t help but laugh at her straightforward, money-spreading behavior.
Miss Gu was just that kind of person—her moods were written plainly on her face.
Yun Qingqing’s eyes twinkled as she said with a teasing grin, “Mingyan’s giving fans a treat again? Being your fan must be so lucky.”
Her tone was casual, a mix of playful teasing and genuine admiration.
Gu Mingyan pursed her lips and replied, “Mm, I’m happy.”
Unintentionally suggestive, her words caught the live comments immediately.
【Wait, ‘again’? So she’s done fan giveaways before?】
【Listening to them, it sounds like Miss Gu has done this before.】
【Girls, I’m going to dig through her Weibo! Hold on!】
【No need, I’m back! Search for ‘giveaway’ on Gu Mingyan’s Weibo. Just… I can’t handle how insane this is…】
Curious netizens quickly followed the clues to Gu Mingyan’s Weibo. After a little digging, they were dazzled by her simple yet over-the-top giveaways.
When in a good mood, she’d pick fans to give the latest high-end phones; after landing a luxury endorsement, she’d randomly select 100 fans to send a full line of perfume gift sets; one of the most extravagant was last year for her birthday—she picked ten fans and booked a luxury cruise for a seven-day Mediterranean trip.
Her posts shared a strikingly uniform style: no fancy wording, no promotional hype, just a simple, “Feeling good today, picking X to give XXX.” Bold and extravagant.
Previously, many netizens who didn’t follow her only knew her as “temperamental” or “hard to please” through clips and press reports. Now, seeing her real fan perks, they were all impressed:
【Wow, Gu Mingyan is like a modern-day generous fairy—low-key and giving.】
【Being her fan is like being spoiled rotten.】
【Is it too late to follow her now? I don’t even need the island trip—just let me win a phone next time.】
【Followed! Miss Gu, look at me! I can blow rainbow praises like no one else!】
Even those who were indifferent to Gu Mingyan or just curious were amazed by her frequent giveaways and flocked to her Weibo to follow her.
After posting, Gu Mingyan refreshed her profile just to make sure the post had gone through—but her eyes froze on the follower count.
She remembered it was just over eight million when she posted. Now, it had quietly surged close to 8.2 million—and climbing at a visible speed.
“Huh?” Gu Mingyan rubbed her eyes in disbelief, making sure she wasn’t seeing things.
She was used to getting misrepresented by marketing accounts for her blunt temper and sharp tongue, so her public image wasn’t stellar. A sudden jump in followers like this was extremely rare.
“Daydreaming?” Yun Qingqing waved a hand in front of her eyes.
Gu Mingyan tilted the phone toward her, surprised. “My followers just shot up dramatically.”
Yun Qingqing leaned over, smiling warmly. “It means people are finally catching on—they’re seeing how great you are.”
“Really?” Gu Mingyan knew her public reputation, but Yun Qingqing’s encouragement still made her happy.
Meanwhile, just a wall away, another dorm room was tense.
Ding Manni glared at the slightly old bunk bed in front of her, clearly dissatisfied.
She was still miffed over her previous police station ordeal and now found everything annoying.
“Bunk beds? This is so inconvenient! Can anyone even climb this iron ladder?” she complained.
Usually, to maintain her gentle and caring persona, Meng Xian would have offered the more comfortable lower bunk without hesitation.
But times had changed. Recently, Meng Xian was swamped with her viral antics and in a foul mood—she had no patience for Ding Manni.
When Ding Manni complained, Meng Xian barely looked up. “The show arranged it this way for everyone. Deal with it.”
Secretly, she thought: Compared to Miss Gu’s temper, who would have freaked out over this tiny inconvenience, Ding Manni’s whining is nothing. Yun Qingqing sharing a room might be in chaos too.
This thought gave her a twisted sense of balance.
But just as she comforted herself, faint laughter drifted from the next room.
The two simultaneously perked up their ears.
The wall’s soundproofing was poor. While they couldn’t make out the words, Ding Manni guessed—they were probably making the bed.
Her face twisted in confusion. “Making a bed… why is that so fun?”
Meng Xian thought the same, but since the livestream camera was on, she didn’t echo her: “Maybe they’re just enthusiastic.”
“So noisy,” Ding Manni muttered again, but her gaze couldn’t help sneaking toward the laughter next door.
….
That night, Yun Qingqing happily flipped through the deed of the property just transferred under Gu Mingyan’s name.
Meanwhile, Gu Mingyan pinched her nose and let Gu Xubai off the blacklist.
Due to mid-year audit matters for the trust fund, they had to endure each other’s presence.
The moment the video call connected, Gu Xubai’s expressionless face appeared.
“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said flatly, diving into asset adjustments and risk points.
Gu Mingyan, with zero financial aptitude, stared blankly, feeling like she was reading the Iliad.
When Gu Xubai mentioned another technical term, she interrupted: “Wait, what exactly does ‘risk hedging’ mean? Why do we do it?”
Gu Xubai paused and explained concisely.
Two minutes later, Gu Mingyan raised her hand again. “I still don’t get the ‘offshore trust’ structure. How is it different from a normal fund?”
Gu Xubai patiently simplified it again.
After several rounds like this, his explanations kept being interrupted.
When Gu Mingyan asked about a basic concept for the fifth time, he finally stopped, took a deep breath, and asked, “Gu Mingyan, haven’t I explained these basics countless times? Are you… an idiot?”
From the top bunk, Yun Qingqing muttered “oh no.”
She peeked over and saw her little financial treasure’s face darken—she looked like she wanted to throttle Gu Xubai on the spot.
“Gu Xubai! Who are you insulting?!” Gu Mingyan shouted. “Is it so weird not to understand these complicated terms?!”
“This isn’t about not understanding—it’s about not paying attention,” Gu Xubai said coldly. “If you prepared beforehand, you wouldn’t ask such inefficient questions.”
“You explain like reciting scripture—who can understand that? Do you think your business sense is impressive?”
“At least it’s better than a certain miss who can’t even read her own accounts.”
“You—!”
Seeing them go back and forth, Yun Qingqing felt her head spin.
Even if the original story’s Gu Xubai didn’t actively harm Gu Mingyan, he was still a lunatic boss who gave the male lead plenty of trouble.
If Gu Mingyan antagonized him badly, Yun Qingqing couldn’t guarantee there wouldn’t be revenge later.
She knew she had to do something to stop this pointless argument.
Just as Gu Mingyan and Gu Xubai were escalating, exchanging personal attacks, a loud, rhythmic recitation suddenly rang out:
“I get angry when others provoke me! Getting angry only plays into their hands! Illness strikes when I’m angry, with no one to help! Not angry! Not angry! Really not angry!!”
Gu Mingyan: “…”
Gu Xubai: “…”
The argument stopped dead.
Gu Mingyan frowned, suspicious. “What’s that noise on your end?”
Gu Xubai expressionless: “Didn’t it come from your side?”
Gu Mingyan looked up and saw Yun Qingqing’s head poking down from the top bunk.
She was swaying her head, utterly immersed, reciting the lines repeatedly. Her voice was loud and full of emotion, buzzing in both their ears through the phone.
Gu Mingyan twitched the corner of her mouth. “…Qingqing, what are you reciting?”
Yun Qingqing, seeing her ask, enthusiastically explained, “I’m reciting the Song of Not Getting Angry! Look at the words—simple, catchy, yet each line is a pearl of wisdom, full of life lessons and philosophy! It’s the ultimate modern guide to self-cultivation and virtue!”
Then, in an even louder, more heartfelt voice than before, she began the next round of recitation:
“They provoke me, I won’t get mad! If I get mad, I play into their hands! Illness strikes if I get angry, no one can replace me! Not angry! Not angry! Really not angry!!”
The relentless chant sent shivers down Gu Mingyan’s spine. Watching Yun Qingqing so seriously immersed in it, she was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
On the other side of the screen, Gu Xubai’s desire to argue vanished instantly. “…Let’s continue.”
For the rest of their discussion, whenever old grievances bubbled up, the spiritual onslaught of the Song of Not Getting Angry kept interrupting them.
Under this “high-pressure” environment, the two miraculously stopped bickering and managed—albeit clumsily—to finish the remaining topics.
“…Alright, let’s leave it at that for now.” Gu Xubai, almost imperceptibly, let out a sigh of relief.
“OK.” Gu Mingyan immediately ended the video call without a second thought.
Peace finally returned.
….
Elsewhere, after ending the call, Gu Xubai leaned back in the car seat, closed his eyes, and rested for a moment. Then he instructed the driver ahead: “Back to school.”
The driver, a middle-aged man with a slight accent, subconsciously confirmed, “Not going to the company?”
Because of his accent, the words sounded a bit garbled—almost like “Not angry%￥#…”
Having been brainwashed repeatedly by the Song of Not Getting Angry, Gu Xubai instantly blurted out reflexively:
“They provoke me, I won’t get mad! If I get mad, I play into their hands.”
The driver: “???”
He turned around in confusion through the rearview mirror, staring at his young master.
Gu Xubai froze for a moment, then realized and rubbed the vein at his temple. “Ahem, I meant—not going to the company, just back to school.”
As the car started moving, he muttered under his breath, barely audible:
“…This really is brainwashing.”