That very day, Su Jingyi’s official account released a statement:
“Due to personal reasons, I need to take some time off to recover. I will not be participating in the upcoming friendly matches.”
As the hottest player in the e-sports scene, captain of a team that had won three consecutive championships, owner of his own club, and the young master of a massive conglomerate that even owned two gaming livestream platforms, Su Jingyi’s popularity easily rivaled that of top celebrities.
The moment the statement was posted, it shot straight onto the trending charts.
Countless entertainment accounts reposted it, and people everywhere started speculating about why he had suddenly gone on hiatus.
[Did he injure his hand???]
[Oh my god… Can the club please explain? I’m really worried.]
[What happened to Gareth?? This won’t affect the domestic league, right?!]
His fans were terrified.
Then, not long afterward, Su Muyao and Su Jingyi appeared together on the trending list.
It was because Su Muyao had reposted Su Jingyi’s announcement on Weibo, adding her own caption:
[Su Muyao V: My brother, who’s always there to shield me from the wind and rain. ❤️🤗]
The internet exploded.
[What?? He got hurt protecting Muyao? What happened to her? Poor Muyao.]
[I feel like she’s been targeted a lot lately…]
[Is Muyao okay??]
[This sibling bond is so touching… Gareth was even willing to get injured for his little sister…]
Su Qian, who practically lived online at 5G speed every day, spotted the trending topic immediately.
“Oh, wow. They’re acting again?”
She casually pulled out the luxury dog leash she had used to tie up Su Jingyi yesterday, along with the golf club she’d beaten him with.
She arranged them neatly on the floor, snapped a picture, and uploaded it.
[AAAA Agricultural Machinery Repair Sister Su:
Played this at my brother’s request. I might’ve gone a little too hard, but it’s nothing serious. Don’t worry, everyone.]
The photo showed an expensive Hermès leather dog leash and a glossy black, top-of-the-line golf club lying side by side on a fluffy white carpet.
The overall atmosphere was…
Well…
Difficult to describe.
A little suggestive.
A little weird.
Maybe even a little perverted.
The instant the post went live, the comments section was buried under a mountain of question marks.
At the same time, a brand-new trending topic slowly climbed the rankings.
#SuJingyiSpecialKink
Completely satisfied, Su Qian closed Weibo, opened Douyin, and started watching dumb, low-effort comedy clips.
Barely thirty seconds later, an enraged roar echoed through the hallway.
“SU QIAN!! WHAT DID YOU POST ONLINE?!”
…
Su Qian couldn’t be bothered with him.
She locked her bedroom door and let him howl outside until the middle of the night.
The next morning, however, Su Jingyi knocked on her door in a surprisingly humble tone.
“Please go explain it on Weibo, Su Qian. I’m begging you.”
Su Qian was sitting in front of her vanity, doing her skincare routine.
“Just begging with words?” she asked lazily.
“When Dad and Big Brother apologized to me, they even gave me shares.”
Silence fell outside the door.
Then Su Jingyi suddenly roared,
“Su Qian! This is extortion, do you understand that?!”
“I know,” she answered calmly.
“So don’t give me anything. And definitely don’t beg me.”
The hallway fell quiet again.
A few moments later, amid the sounds of his muttered curses, Su Qian’s phone buzzed.
It was a WeChat message from Su Jingyi.
Attached was an electronic contract.
She opened it.
Wow.
Ten percent of Lehu Live’s shares.
He was actually pretty generous.
Grinning from ear to ear, Su Qian accepted it and casually reminded him,
“Make sure you specify that it’s a voluntary gift.”
Outside the door, Su Jingyi was practically grinding his teeth into powder.
“Fine! Fine! A voluntary gift!!”
Only then did Su Qian open Weibo and make another post.
[AAAA Agricultural Machinery Repair Sister Su:
Don’t misunderstand, everyone. My third brother believed some false rumors yesterday and wrongly accused me, so he voluntarily accepted punishment and let me beat him up. I’ve already received his apology gift today. Third Brother says he’ll never again falsely accuse the kind and innocent me~]
Attached was a screenshot of the share transfer agreement.
At the bottom, in clear writing, were the words:
Voluntary Gift.
Once again, Weibo exploded because of Su Qian.
Some sharp-eyed netizens remembered what Su Muyao had posted the previous day and guessed that the “false rumors” Su Qian mentioned had something to do with her.
However, Su Muyao’s fanbase was famously huge and fiercely protective. Combined with the goodwill she’d built up over the years thanks to her heroine aura, plenty of people rushed into the comments to defend her.
Su Qian didn’t care in the slightest.
After all, what were a few nasty comments compared to actual shares in her pocket?
Just then, her WeChat lit up again.
Huh?
Su Yanzhao?
Second Brother?
She opened the chat and found that he had also sent her an electronic contract, accompanied by a short message.
Su Yanzhao: “I heard Dad, Big Brother, and Third Brother all gave you gifts. You didn’t even tell me. Don’t do that again next time.”
Su Qian clicked open the contract.
Holy crap!
Ten percent of the shares in Su Yanzhao’s private hospital!
The other three share transfers had basically been “extorted” by her.
This one, however, was simply money falling from the sky.
She immediately sent him a voice message.
“Brother!!! My real brother!!! My dearest brother!!!!!!”
A few seconds later, he replied with a string of ellipses.
Su Yanzhao: “I’m in a meeting. You nearly scared me to death.”
Su Qian: “Hehe, sorry, Second Brother. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Su Yanzhao: “Expecting what?”
Su Qian: “I thought you were like Su Yichen and the others. You know… that kind of brother.”
Su Yanzhao: “What kind?”
Su Qian: “The kind who’d say, ‘Pause the surgery, Muyao’s back in the country—I have to pick her up.'”
Su Yanzhao: “… “
A moment later, another message appeared.
Su Yanzhao: “Pfft. Isn’t that just completely idiotic?”
He was so refreshingly normal that Su Qian almost suspected he had transmigrated into the novel too.
With all these shares suddenly raining down on her, she felt dizzy.
She couldn’t resist looking up the market value of the Su family’s various businesses.
The result…
There were simply too many zeros.
She honestly couldn’t count them all.
Her own holdings were only ten percent.
But even after mentally removing one zero…
She still couldn’t count that high.
Holy crap!
This is what it’s like to be part of one of those absurdly rich conglomerates in brainless romance novels! This is the boring, luxurious life of a wealthy heiress!
After counting all those zeros, she opened Weibo again.
Her entire mindset had changed.
Just a few days ago, she had been an ordinary office worker standing in front of a street food stall, debating whether to add one egg or two eggs to her jianbing.
But now—
Even if she turned every single zero in her assets into an actual fried egg…
She still wouldn’t be able to finish eating them all before she exploded.
She genuinely didn’t know how to describe the feeling of becoming insanely rich overnight.
Is there some way to show off my wealth?
Having money but not being able to flaunt it is pure torture. Who understands this pain?!
So, without another thought, Su Qian logged in and posted a new message.
[AAAA Agricultural Machinery Repair Sister Su:
I’m bored today. Repost and follow me, and I’ll randomly pick one hundred followers to receive 100,000 yuan each.]
After thinking about it for a moment, she added a postscript.
[P.S. Fans of Su Muyao and Ji Yuhan are not eligible.]