It was the first time Lu Qianling had learned that there could actually be such a problem as having money you couldn’t give away.
Finding Song Moli’s bank account wasn’t difficult. The difficult part was figuring out how to get Song Moli to accept the money.
Lu Chengfeng had already failed once.
Perhaps thinking that siblings close in age would have an easier time communicating, he had handed the task to Lu Qianling instead.
Lu Qianling promised Lu Chengfeng that she would give it a try, but she felt that the one thing Song Moli was least likely to accept was her money.
After thinking for half a minute, Lu Qianling decided to put the matter aside for now.
She’d heard there was a private screening room on the second floor. Compared to figuring out how to give someone money, Lu Qianling was far more interested in watching a movie.
The screening room was on the second floor, about the size of a small private cinema.
Lu Qianling reclined on an ergonomically designed lounger, enjoying the most advanced projection equipment.
She watched movies until dawn. When she woke up naturally the next day, it was already noon.
There were several new messages in her chat app, most of them inconsequential greetings.
The Lu family’s assets totaled hundreds of billions. Even among elite families, they were top-tier, so there were many people eager to curry favor with Lu Qianling.
Aside from those, the chat window labeled “Cousin” had been pinned to the top by the phone’s previous owner, appearing at the very top of the list.
This cousin was the male lead of the novel—Lu Siming.
In the original plot, Lu Chengfeng doted on his daughter but was also well aware of how willful and spoiled she was.
So although “Lu Qianling” lived in a luxury mansion and had endless money to spend, she held virtually no influence within the Lu Group and couldn’t go against her father’s wishes.
Lu Siming’s help had played a crucial role in bringing down Song Moli right under Lu Chengfeng’s nose.
Lu Qianling had trusted this cousin of hers completely—until—Lu Siming swindled away the majority of Lu Group’s shares and trampled Lu Qianling’s entire family underfoot.
Lu Qianling opened the chat window.
The messages had been sent last night, about an hour after her phone call with Song Moli.
She’d been watching a movie at the time and hadn’t seen them.
Lu Siming: 「Xiao Qian, I heard you want to go on a variety show?」
Lu Siming: 「Your brother can’t bear to see his little sister being judged by people you don’t even know.」
Lu Siming: 「Be good and let someone else go. Xiao Qian can just stay home and watch the show.」
……
Lu Qianling blinked.
Lu Siming had gotten the news far too quickly.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Qianling didn’t reply to Lu Siming. She casually unpinned his chat.
Then she walked out of the bedroom and asked, “Aunt Cai, is lunch ready?”
Three o’clock in the afternoon was the time when Song Moli was supposed to sign the contract with the production team in the original plot.
After having the butler make all the arrangements, Lu Qianling arrived at the TV station building twenty minutes early.
The director personally came downstairs to greet her.
The reason was simple—Lu Qianling was one of the investors in this variety show.
It was also the director’s first time meeting Lu Qianling in person. He asked tentatively, “Miss Lu, may I ask what brings you here today?”
Lu Qianling said straightforwardly, “I’m going on the show with Song Moli.”
According to the original plot, at this point no one in the entertainment industry knew that she and Song Moli were biological siblings.
Zhang Mian only knew that the two were related by blood; he didn’t know the details of their family background.
So when Lu Qianling saw the director’s shocked, hesitant expression, she knew he had misunderstood.
Lu Qianling watched with leisurely interest as the man’s expression shifted again and again.
The director was thinking at lightning speed.
All he knew was that this Miss Lu had only recently begun investing in the entertainment industry, yet she spent money lavishly.
When she invested in this program, she hadn’t even shown up in person. She had simply thrown in tens of millions of yuan.
Many people in the industry speculated she was some powerful tycoon’s woman, dabbling in the entertainment industry for fun.
But judging by the current situation… had she taken a liking to Song Moli?
But this was a sibling variety show, not a dating show!
No—no, he couldn’t think like that.
The world of the wealthy was beyond his understanding. If this young lady and the big shot behind her didn’t mind, then what did it matter what kind of variety show this was?
But what about the audience?
Pretending to be siblings might be manageable, but what if Lu Qianling did something intimate during a live broadcast…
The director struggled internally for several rounds before finally deciding to abandon his professional ethics and bow to money.
He took a deep breath…
At that moment, Lu Qianling casually said, “Oh, did I forget to mention that I’m Song Moli’s biological older sister?”
The director, who thought he had seen through everything and had finally made up his mind: “……?”
Lu Qianling kindly suggested, “I heard you scheduled the contract signing for three o’clock. Director, why don’t you go back and prepare first? I’ll come up with Song Moli in a bit.”
Still in shock, the director stammered, “O-okay.”
With that, he walked into the elevator in a daze.
Lu Qianling casually found a seat and sat down.
Two minutes later, Zhang Mian appeared with a woman.
After speaking briefly with the security guard, the two entered the building.
Lu Qianling stood up unhurriedly.
There weren’t many people in the lobby, and with Lu Qianling’s tall figure and striking presence, Zhang Mian spotted her at once.
His expression changed instantly. “Miss Lu, what are you doing here?”
Lu Qianling smiled warmly. “To sign the contract, of course. It’s fine—you forgot to tell me the time. I don’t blame you.”
Zhang Mian was momentarily speechless. Instead, the woman beside him stepped forward.
She extended her hand. “Miss Lu, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Song Xiaoyu.”
“Hello.” Lu Qianling smiled in response.
Her expression and tone were polite enough, but she made no move to take the woman’s hand, as though she hadn’t seen Song Xiaoyu’s outstretched hand at all.
Song Xiaoyu’s expression stiffened, and she withdrew her hand somewhat awkwardly. “Miss Lu, there’s still some time. How about we have a chat?”
“Sure.” Lu Qianling agreed readily.
Zhang Mian looked hesitant.
But Song Xiaoyu said firmly, “Brother, trust me.”
“…Alright.” Zhang Mian finally nodded. “Then I’ll go upstairs to see the director first.”
After Zhang Mian left, Song Xiaoyu said, “Miss Lu, let’s talk somewhere more private.”
“Why?” Lu Qianling looked genuinely puzzled. “Isn’t it fine right here?”
Song Xiaoyu: “……”
She glanced around. There weren’t many people today, and the lobby was fairly open.
So she gritted her teeth and nodded. “Fine. We’ll talk here.”
“So, Miss Lu can feel free to let me go on the show.” Song Xiaoyu tried her best to make her expression appear sincere. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do my best.”
Lu Qianling raised an eyebrow slightly. “Anything?”
Song Xiaoyu nodded without hesitation.
Lu Qianling asked, “Then what if I want you to ruin Song Moli?”
Song Xiaoyu froze.
Although she didn’t understand why Lu Qianling would want that, Song Xiaoyu knew Lu Qianling’s background was powerful, and even Zhang Mian didn’t dare offend her.
So after hesitating for only a moment, Song Xiaoyu said firmly, “I can do it! As long as Miss Lu gives me the chance, I’ll definitely ruin Song Moli’s reputation… No, I’ll completely destroy his public image!”
“Mm, not bad.” Lu Qianling nodded approvingly.
Song Xiaoyu’s face lit up with joy. “Miss Lu, you agree?”
“No. I mean your attitude was very good. It deserves praise.” As she spoke, Lu Qianling shifted her gaze toward the person behind Song Xiaoyu.
“Miss Lu, what are you looking at?” Song Xiaoyu turned around in confusion.
……
Song Moli stood expressionlessly behind the sofa, watching Lu Qianling.
Lu Qianling was also looking at Song Moli, but her expression was relaxed and cheerful, forming a sharp contrast with his cold indifference.
Before Song Xiaoyu could figure out what was going on, Lu Qianling had already spoken.
“See? I didn’t lie to you.” Lu Qianling’s tone was light and cheerful, as if showing off a newly bought toy. “There really is someone who wants to hurt you.”
Song Moli: “……”
If he’d heard correctly, wasn’t Lu Qianling the one who had first said she wanted to ruin him?
So what was this supposed to be?
Entrapment?