Qin Wanyin leaned back in a strategic retreat.
Her eldest brother was truly no ordinary person.
No wonder he was the king who managed to close 300 stores in a year!
[One Poor as Happy Sheep: I have no money, but I have the secret fragrance that helped An Lingrong win favor. I snatched it from the Three-Body aliens. If you succeed, don’t say I gave it to you—just call me Red Scarf.]
If an ordinary person saw this message, they’d probably ignore it, block, and delete the contact in one swift move.
But Qin’s eldest brother was different.
[Eldest Brother: Are you hurt? Which families are An Lingrong and the Three-Body aliens from? Since their secret recipe was stolen, will they report it to the police?]
This left Qin Wanyin speechless.
Of course, she hadn’t stolen it—she had painstakingly developed the formula through trial and error.
Back when she was a crown princess in a small world, neglected by the crown prince and often left alone in an empty chamber, she grew restless.
Gazing at a red apricot blossom peeking over the wall, she refused to succumb to loneliness.
So, on a certain quiet night, she and a guard… started a business together.
That’s right—she could live without a man, but not without money.
She was responsible for developing the fragrance, while the guard handled sales.
The fragrance had a bright, rich top note and a steady, serene base note, quickly becoming popular in royal palaces, noble mansions, and ordinary households alike.
Since the key ingredient came from Red Ridge, it was named Red Ridge Gold.
The day after tomorrow was the new product launch for Qin Fragrance Industries. This fragrance required manual preparation, making mass production impossible. But even producing a small amount would be enough to make a stunning impression.
After a long lunch break, the variety show’s live broadcast resumed.
The other teams were still working hard selling fruit, feeding sheep, and farming.
Having already earned 100,000 yuan, Qin Wanyin retired early, leisurely lying in a hammock playing a game, though her hand movements were quite intense.
The audience couldn’t help but wonder:
[What game is she playing?]
[It looks so exciting! Please recommend it!]
The cameraman hesitated for a moment, torn between “this is Sister Qin’s privacy” and “the audience is god,” but eventually zoomed in with the camera.
Then they saw—
She was playing a game… about philosophical battles between men?
The bulging muscles, the heated atmosphere in the air.
[A female celebrity playing this kind of game on a live variety show—where are the moral boundaries? And where’s the download link?!]
[I must rectify this improper trend! Send me the game link so I can report it—don’t make me beg on my knees!]
[I suspect this game plagiarized my design. Supporting originality is everyone’s responsibility. Quickly post the download address on the public screen and face my judgment!]
The audience’s faces flushed with excitement.
The staff, however, were in a panic.
Forget about moral boundaries—they just wanted to know where the mosaic was!
Before the post-production team could react, the screen changed, displaying:
—Watch a 30-second video to receive a revival card.
—Claimed successfully.
The philosophical men disappeared, replaced by a simple game interface.
On the screen, a woman in high heels parkoured through levels, encountering various obstacles. She collected high-heel soles to overcome these hurdles and traps, making her way to the finish line.
Listening closely, the game even had background music.
“I am the queen, shining with confidence.”
“If you love me, come; if not, don’t be arrogant.”
“Put away your petty schemes and sweet words—save them for little girls!”
As the woman’s clear singing voice rang out, the heels of the woman on the screen grew taller and taller, soaring straight into the clouds, rivaling the height of the Oriental Pearl Tower.
The audience fell silent.
Do people really play these tacky little games…
Qin Wanyin sensed the quiet in the air. She turned around and saw the cameraman, speechless and holding back his emotions, pointing the camera at her.
Qin Wanyin: “Did you switch to my feed?”
The camera nodded.
She had thought that since she was just lounging around playing games, the director wouldn’t give her any screen time.
System: 【Host, danger!】
It was all because it had gotten too absorbed in watching the host play the game and hadn’t noticed the camera switch.
What kind of delicate female celebrity plays these tacky games?
Her persona is ruined!
Qin Wanyin wasn’t flustered. She smiled at the camera:
“This game embodies simplicity in its design, using concrete imagery to illustrate the hardships and challenges women face on their path to success. High heels are both a beautiful constraint and a weapon of freedom. Just like the heroine in Legally Blonde, a ‘ditzy blonde’ in pink skirts according to stereotypes, she too can become a brilliant lawyer.”
Nonsense, applause if you understand!
At first, everyone thought it was just a tacky game, but with Qin Wanyin’s explanation, it suddenly felt meaningful.
Honestly, the game does have a certain charm to it.
【Actually, this game is pretty addictive. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve played it too.】
【Played it +1!】
【Sister Qin’s values are so on point!】
Qin Wanyin had no idea that her nonsensical explanation had caused the game’s click-through rate to skyrocket.
She yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.
Like a salted fish, she set her phone aside and sprawled out on the hammock to sleep.
Dappled shadows from the trees fell around her, and occasionally a beam of light slipped through the gaps in the branches, casting a warm glow on her. The light gilded her profile with a golden tea-colored radiance, and even the tips of her hair seemed light and lively.
She looked like an ethereal forest spirit, untouched by worldly concerns, and even the breeze was gentle, as if afraid to disturb her dreams.
The number of viewers in the livestream didn’t drop—it actually rose.
Over ten million people were watching her sleep. How absurd!
The director, unaware of the data, noticed Qin Wanyin was asleep and switched the feed to Qi Heng and Liu Yiyi.
The two of them had returned to the orchard to bag oranges.
A young girl from the village, who was a fan of Liu Yiyi, offered to help.
The girl’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue from the highland sun, and they turned even redder when she saw her idol.
After helping for a while, the girl finally mustered up the courage.
With her little red face lifted, she said, “Sister Yiyi, the high heels you wore at last year’s New Year’s Eve gala were so beautiful.”
Liu Yiyi’s nose wrinkled slightly.
She had been feeling down since the afternoon, still thinking about Chi Lie.
At noon, she had waited for Ah Heng outside Qin Wanyin’s villa.
Unexpectedly, Chi Lie walked out from inside.
“Xiao Lie, why are you at Sister Wanyin’s place?” she asked, surprised. Seeing the faint sweat on his forehead, she smiled and took out a tissue. “You’re all sweaty. Let me wipe it for you.”
But Chi Lie avoided her. “Sister Yiyi, that’s not necessary.”
Her hand froze mid-air.
This was the first time Chi Lie had refused her.
And the first time he had called her “Sister Yiyi.”
Chi Lie smiled innocently. “Sister Yiyi, I bought that bouquet of roses yesterday because I thought they looked nice. I didn’t mean anything else. Brother Qi seems to have misunderstood.”
“Brother Qi sees me as a rival in love. You should talk to him properly. I’ve always seen you as my own sister, and that won’t change. I’m still waiting to give a wedding gift at your wedding.”
He spoke sincerely.
But she felt uneasy hearing it, sensing that something had changed…
Thus, when faced with the young girl’s question, Liu Yiyi was not in high spirits and casually replied:
“High heels? That kind of thing is too girly. Unless it’s for a red carpet event or work requirements, I generally don’t wear them.”21 – Studying Under An Lingrong, Kicking the Three-Body People
Chapter 21: Learning from An Lingrong, Kicking Three-Body Aliens
Qin Wanyin leaned back in a strategic retreat.
Her eldest brother was truly no ordinary person.
No wonder he was the king who managed to close 300 stores in a year!
[One Poor as Happy Sheep: I have no money, but I have the secret fragrance that helped An Lingrong win favor. I snatched it from the Three-Body aliens. If you succeed, don’t say I gave it to you—just call me Red Scarf.]
If an ordinary person saw this message, they’d probably ignore it, block, and delete the contact in one swift move.
But Qin’s eldest brother was different.
[Eldest Brother: Are you hurt? Which families are An Lingrong and the Three-Body aliens from? Since their secret recipe was stolen, will they report it to the police?]
This left Qin Wanyin speechless.
Of course, she hadn’t stolen it—she had painstakingly developed the formula through trial and error.
Back when she was a crown princess in a small world, neglected by the crown prince and often left alone in an empty chamber, she grew restless.
Gazing at a red apricot blossom peeking over the wall, she refused to succumb to loneliness.
So, on a certain quiet night, she and a guard… started a business together.
That’s right—she could live without a man, but not without money.
She was responsible for developing the fragrance, while the guard handled sales.
The fragrance had a bright, rich top note and a steady, serene base note, quickly becoming popular in royal palaces, noble mansions, and ordinary households alike.
Since the key ingredient came from Red Ridge, it was named Red Ridge Gold.
The day after tomorrow was the new product launch for Qin Fragrance Industries. This fragrance required manual preparation, making mass production impossible. But even producing a small amount would be enough to make a stunning impression.
After a long lunch break, the variety show’s live broadcast resumed.
The other teams were still working hard selling fruit, feeding sheep, and farming.
Having already earned 100,000 yuan, Qin Wanyin retired early, leisurely lying in a hammock playing a game, though her hand movements were quite intense.
The audience couldn’t help but wonder:
[What game is she playing?]
[It looks so exciting! Please recommend it!]
The cameraman hesitated for a moment, torn between “this is Sister Qin’s privacy” and “the audience is god,” but eventually zoomed in with the camera.
Then they saw—
She was playing a game… about philosophical battles between men?
The bulging muscles, the heated atmosphere in the air.
[A female celebrity playing this kind of game on a live variety show—where are the moral boundaries? And where’s the download link?!]
[I must rectify this improper trend! Send me the game link so I can report it—don’t make me beg on my knees!]
[I suspect this game plagiarized my design. Supporting originality is everyone’s responsibility. Quickly post the download address on the public screen and face my judgment!]
The audience’s faces flushed with excitement.
The staff, however, were in a panic.
Forget about moral boundaries—they just wanted to know where the mosaic was!
Before the post-production team could react, the screen changed, displaying:
—Watch a 30-second video to receive a revival card.
—Claimed successfully.
The philosophical men disappeared, replaced by a simple game interface.
On the screen, a woman in high heels parkoured through levels, encountering various obstacles. She collected high-heel soles to overcome these hurdles and traps, making her way to the finish line.
Listening closely, the game even had background music.
“I am the queen, shining with confidence.”
“If you love me, come; if not, don’t be arrogant.”
“Put away your petty schemes and sweet words—save them for little girls!”
As the woman’s clear singing voice rang out, the heels of the woman on the screen grew taller and taller, soaring straight into the clouds, rivaling the height of the Oriental Pearl Tower.
The audience fell silent.
Do people really play these tacky little games…
Qin Wanyin sensed the quiet in the air. She turned around and saw the cameraman, speechless and holding back his emotions, pointing the camera at her.
Qin Wanyin: “Did you switch to my feed?”
The camera nodded.
She had thought that since she was just lounging around playing games, the director wouldn’t give her any screen time.
System: 【Host, danger!】
It was all because it had gotten too absorbed in watching the host play the game and hadn’t noticed the camera switch.
What kind of delicate female celebrity plays these tacky games?
Her persona is ruined!
Qin Wanyin wasn’t flustered. She smiled at the camera:
“This game embodies simplicity in its design, using concrete imagery to illustrate the hardships and challenges women face on their path to success. High heels are both a beautiful constraint and a weapon of freedom. Just like the heroine in Legally Blonde, a ‘ditzy blonde’ in pink skirts according to stereotypes, she too can become a brilliant lawyer.”
Nonsense, applause if you understand!
At first, everyone thought it was just a tacky game, but with Qin Wanyin’s explanation, it suddenly felt meaningful.
Honestly, the game does have a certain charm to it.
【Actually, this game is pretty addictive. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve played it too.】
【Played it +1!】
【Sister Qin’s values are so on point!】
Qin Wanyin had no idea that her nonsensical explanation had caused the game’s click-through rate to skyrocket.
She yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.
Like a salted fish, she set her phone aside and sprawled out on the hammock to sleep.
Dappled shadows from the trees fell around her, and occasionally a beam of light slipped through the gaps in the branches, casting a warm glow on her. The light gilded her profile with a golden tea-colored radiance, and even the tips of her hair seemed light and lively.
She looked like an ethereal forest spirit, untouched by worldly concerns, and even the breeze was gentle, as if afraid to disturb her dreams.
The number of viewers in the livestream didn’t drop—it actually rose.
Over ten million people were watching her sleep. How absurd!
The director, unaware of the data, noticed Qin Wanyin was asleep and switched the feed to Qi Heng and Liu Yiyi.
The two of them had returned to the orchard to bag oranges.
A young girl from the village, who was a fan of Liu Yiyi, offered to help.
The girl’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue from the highland sun, and they turned even redder when she saw her idol.
After helping for a while, the girl finally mustered up the courage.
With her little red face lifted, she said, “Sister Yiyi, the high heels you wore at last year’s New Year’s Eve gala were so beautiful.”
Liu Yiyi’s nose wrinkled slightly.
She had been feeling down since the afternoon, still thinking about Chi Lie.
At noon, she had waited for Ah Heng outside Qin Wanyin’s villa.
Unexpectedly, Chi Lie walked out from inside.
“Xiao Lie, why are you at Sister Wanyin’s place?” she asked, surprised. Seeing the faint sweat on his forehead, she smiled and took out a tissue. “You’re all sweaty. Let me wipe it for you.”
But Chi Lie avoided her. “Sister Yiyi, that’s not necessary.”
Her hand froze mid-air.
This was the first time Chi Lie had refused her.
And the first time he had called her “Sister Yiyi.”
Chi Lie smiled innocently. “Sister Yiyi, I bought that bouquet of roses yesterday because I thought they looked nice. I didn’t mean anything else. Brother Qi seems to have misunderstood.”
“Brother Qi sees me as a rival in love. You should talk to him properly. I’ve always seen you as my own sister, and that won’t change. I’m still waiting to give a wedding gift at your wedding.”
He spoke sincerely.
But she felt uneasy hearing it, sensing that something had changed…
Thus, when faced with the young girl’s question, Liu Yiyi was not in high spirits and casually replied:
“High heels? That kind of thing is too girly. Unless it’s for a red carpet event or work requirements, I generally don’t wear them.”