That night, Su Qian instantly went from the “real heiress of the Su family—unknown and irrelevant” to a top-tier internet comedian.
Yes, a comedian.
After all, she was simply too entertaining.
Online, people said she had a “calm kind of madness,” the kind of aura that looked like she could blow everyone away at any moment.
To this, Su Qian could only say: accurate.
In fact, several variety shows even sent her invitations, asking if she planned to enter the entertainment industry.
Did she plan to? Maybe. After all—mom, life is a wilderness.
She flipped through a few offers and finally stopped at a live-streamed dating reality show called “The Star of Heartbeat.”
Oh? Wasn’t this the show where the male and female leads would officially go public?
Ji Yuhan had secured an invitation long ago and even reserved a spot for Su Muyao. After “Su Qian’s death” in the original timeline, he treated this show as a public confession gift for Su Muyao.
Later, the two of them wildly showed affection on the show and became a “real couple” fans shipped hard. Even Ji Yuhan’s grandfather recognized their relationship because of it.
So if she went in and caused chaos—wouldn’t that make her a proper anti-fan of the protagonists?
Without hesitation, Su Qian replied in the chat:
“I’m in!”
At that moment, her door was pushed open hard.
She looked up—it was Su Yichen’s icy face.
“You’re still on your phone? Do you know the outside world is already in chaos?”
Su Qian pouted, still holding her phone. “Then just serve it while it’s hot. Why are you looking for me?”
Seeing her screen, Su Yichen instinctively stepped back.
“Are you livestreaming?”
Look how traumatized the kid is.
“Nope. What’s wrong?” She casually showed him her screen.
Only then did he relax a little.
“Father knows about what happened at home. He’s rushing back from the US. And Elder Ji wants to see you.”
“If he wants to see me, then he can see me. Who does he think he is?” Su Qian said lazily.
“He’s Ji Yuhan’s grandfather!” Su Yichen snapped.
“Not my problem.” She rolled over and kept scrolling.
Su Yichen was pacing the room anxiously.
Old Ji was the real power holder of the Ji family. The engagement between the Su and Ji families had been arranged by their father and Old Ji himself. If this blew up, it could shake both families’ businesses.
“Do you realize how much Su Corporation’s stock will fluctuate if you refuse to go?” he said.
Su Qian looked up innocently.
“So what? I don’t even own Su Corporation stock.”
“……”
He nearly ground his teeth to dust.
…
Half an hour later, Su Yichen slammed a share transfer agreement onto the table.
“I knew it—you really are a scheming woman!”
Su Qian flipped through it.
Oh wow. 5% of Su Corporation shares. He really went big this time—she’d instantly become a major shareholder.
So just to get her to meet an old man, he was basically throwing money at her.
Her expression must’ve looked too much like she was staring at a fool, because Su Yichen cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Take it if you want. I don’t care about this little bit.”
Then he added stiffly, “About last night… I did speak a bit impulsively.”
Su Qian twitched her eye.
Was he… apologizing?
But he immediately changed tone.
“Muyao is emotional because we spoiled her growing up. Don’t be so petty about it.”
“……”
“I won’t kick you out, but you should learn your lesson. Don’t make things hard for Muyao again—Su Qian, what kind of look is that?!”
Su Qian sighed. “Go to the hospital and get your brain checked.”
“You—”
She turned and walked out.
As she passed him, she suddenly raised her hand.
He flinched.
But she only smiled and patted his shoulder.
“I thought you were going for the tsundere route. Almost made me throw up. Lucky you—your brain-damage character setting is still intact. Crisis averted.”
She waved lazily.
“Go play somewhere, idiot.”
Behind her, a furious roar erupted:
“DON’T CALL YOUR BROTHER AN IDIOT!!!”
…
On the way to the Ji residence, Su Qian already knew why Su Muyao came home at midnight.
She had been staying at the hospital with Ji Yuhan when Old Master Ji arrived in the middle of the night, slapped Ji Yuhan hard, and personally kicked her out.
She was even photographed leaving the private hospital in a miserable state.
Of course, Su Qian knew this Old Master Ji was no saint either.
He was purely profit-driven. He wanted the Su family’s only legitimate heiress and had already told Ji Yuhan that as long as he married her, other women didn’t matter.
After “Su Qian’s death,” when only Su Muyao remained as the adopted daughter, he immediately flipped and treated her like family instead.
So when Su Qian sat in front of him, she didn’t take him seriously at all.
Old Master Ji droned on:
“Yuhan was spoiled by me. I’ve already disciplined him. Don’t worry—he’s promised me he’ll cut things off with that maid’s daughter…”
He looked at her kindly, then added a warning:
“But, Qianqian, you shouldn’t be so impulsive online. Young people and the internet, it’s fine, but you can’t just say anything and make people laugh at you…”
Su Qian sat cross-legged, smiling faintly.
“You agree with grandpa, right? Go online and post a statement saying yesterday was all a misunderstanding…”
“What if I refuse?” she asked.
Old Master Ji smiled gently. “Don’t take online public opinion seriously. It’s all fake.”
Su Qian laughed.
Just moments ago, he cared so much about Ji Yuhan’s reputation. Now, when she was asked to take the blame, suddenly “public opinion is fake”?
Seeing her laugh, he assumed she had agreed.
“I knew you were the sensible one, Qianqian…”
“Wrong.”
“What?”
Su Qian leaned forward slightly, smiling.
“I just realized something.”
“What?”
“That Ji Yuhan is trash… probably because he inherited it.”
“You—”
The old man was stunned.
Before he could react, Su Qian casually moved closer and patted his shoulder like an elder.
“Grandpa Ji, you’ve lived so long, but you really don’t see things clearly.”
She sighed.
“Fine, I’ll teach you something.”
The old man’s blood pressure visibly spiked.
“You… you…”
Su Qian blinked sweetly.
“I know you want a business marriage. That’s fine. But marriages require matching status.”
“Neither Su Muyao nor I are worthy.”
“What do you mean?!”
She sighed again. “Why are you so slow?”
“Ji Yuhan is your legitimate heir and only son—basically your crown prince.”
“So the only one worthy of him in my family… is my eldest brother.”
“Fine then, Grandpa Ji. Since you want a marriage alliance so badly, I’ll decide for you.”
“My eldest brother will marry your grandson.”
“From now on, my brother becomes your granddaughter-in-law, and Ji Yuhan becomes my sister-in-law. We’ll just address each other differently—deal?”