No task is too difficult, only hosts who are brave enough.
Wen Yao watched Fu Lizhi from a distance, nervously locking and unlocking her phone screen.
She had already come up with a plan: pretend to mistake Fu Lizhi for Fu Jinzhi and throw herself into his arms.
After all, the two brothers shared a five-part resemblance and were about the same height. If she claimed to have mistaken them at a glance, it was understandable, right?
8848 also gave its seal of high approval: [An absolutely terrible plan, but it has a certain degree of feasibility.]
Fu Lizhi was a member of the Fu family—distinguished by birth and a renowned painter. Once he entered the main venue, countless eyes would be on him.
She had to complete the task now while there were few people around, or she’d make a complete fool of herself.
With that thought, Wen Yao steeled her heart and squeezed her eyes shut, locked onto her angle, and launched herself like a cannonball into Fu Lizhi’s arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his lean waist to complete the task in one strike.
“Honey, why are you only here now? I’ve been waiting for you so long~”
Fu Lizhi caught the woman who had thrown herself into his embrace, his expression startled.
Her seaweed-like hair was fluffy and silky, her palm-sized face fair and translucent, with bright eyes and rosy lips—charming and alluring—
It was Wen Yao, Jinzhi’s wife.
Also his junior from university, though Fu Lizhi was five or six years older than Wen Yao, and the two had little interaction.
Had she mistaken him for Jinzhi? Fu Lizhi found it amusing and was about to set her upright and clarify things.
“Did you mistake your husband?”
Fu Jinzhi’s voice drifted over eerily from not far away.
Wen Yao froze, turning her head with difficulty. Fu Jinzhi was less than two meters away from her—he’d probably watched her entire performance from start to finish.
“Oh my, I mistook you!” She widened her eyes dramatically, covering her mouth with an exaggerated, affected voice. “So sorry, big brother.”
8848 couldn’t bear to watch, wishing it could sign Wen Yao up for an acting class.
But Wen Yao herself was supremely confident, having already crowned herself the Oscar-winning lead actress, believing her performance was flawless.
“No worries. People often say Jinzhi and I look alike.” Fu Lizhi was the perfect gentleman, giving Wen Yao an out with a faint smile.
Fu Jinzhi, however, was far more malicious. He stood in place, tilting his head to look at Wen Yao, his slender hands clapping slowly. Clap, clap.
“This is the first time someone couldn’t tell me and my big brother apart. And that person—”
“Is my wife.”
“Ha, haha, ha…” Wen Yao laughed in fits and starts. “An accident. It was all an accident.”
This impossible man—why couldn’t he have come earlier or later!
When the two Fu brothers stood together, one realized just how flimsy the excuse of mistaking them really was.
Despite their similar features and obvious blood relation, there was a clear difference:
Fu Lizhi was a refined gentleman like jade and orchid—gentle, restrained, and utterly non-threatening, like a spring breeze.
Fu Jinzhi, by contrast, had an overwhelming presence, like a sharp sword thrust into a garden of flowers—dazzling to the point of blinding. Now he looked over with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, brows slightly raised, killing intent radiating in all directions.
“Get over here.” Fu Jinzhi felt inexplicably irritated seeing Wen Yao standing there frozen.
She hadn’t been this reserved when she’d thrown herself at his big brother just now.
She’d gone straight into his arms without hesitation—he didn’t recall their marital relationship being that intimate.
Hearing this, Wen Yao obediently walked over to Fu Jinzhi’s side, not wanting to provoke the male lead any further.
Seeing him raise his arm and tilt his chin toward her in a signal, Wen Yao immediately understood:
She transformed into Little Yaozi, dutifully hoisting up Empress Fu’s arm.
[Pfft!]
“Pfft!”
That was 8848 and Fu Lizhi, both failing to hold back their laughter.
“Wen! Yao!” Fu Jinzhi’s forehead bulged with veins of anger—this idiot was doing it on purpose, wasn’t she?
Wen Yao suddenly had a moment of realization, her face breaking into a fawning smile as she linked her arm through Fu Jinzhi’s.
You don’t hit someone who’s smiling at you. She’d smiled, so he couldn’t hold a grudge against her now, right?
But Fu Jinzhi clearly had no grasp of social niceties. He smiled back sweetly as a flower, then squeezed Wen Yao’s arm hard with his muscular one.
“Ri—the sun sets over the western hills, rosy clouds fly~” Wen Yao wanted to curse from the pain but was too cowardly, so she hummed out a line from an old song instead.
It was the ever-kind Fu Lizhi who came to Wen Yao’s rescue. “Alright, Jinzhi. Today is Uncle Wen’s birthday. Mom and Dad have already arrived—it wouldn’t look good for you to be late as the son-in-law.”
Ah, so today was her cheap father’s birthday? Wen Yao finally figured out what kind of banquet she’d been brought to.
The three of them walked into the main hall, and Wen Yao noticed some covert glances sneaking peeks at her—though they did ease off somewhat with Fu Jinzhi by her side.
“What are they looking at?” Wen Yao felt uncomfortable and frowned, lightly bumping Fu Jinzhi.
“What are they looking at?” Fu Jinzhi let out a scoffing laugh, leisurely smoothing out the cuff Wen Yao had wrinkled, his tone ambiguous. “The last time we appeared together was at my brother’s celebration banquet.”
What? Wen Yao lowered her head in thought, her lashes trembling. Wasn’t that the day the original owner had drugged him?
Recalling the scene in the plot where she was caught in bed, Wen Yao’s mouth twitched.
Great. She’d poked another landmine of the male lead’s.
The Wen family was right in the center of the hall. Wen Yao followed Fu Jinzhi up to greet them.
“Dad, Mom, Brother—I’m back.”
“Hmph! Back?” Father Wen, 58 years old, had been gradually ceding power to his son Wen Yuan, but he still carried the authority of one who had ruled. “Didn’t you say you wanted to sever ties with the Wen family, that you didn’t need me meddling in your life?”
“Enough.” Mother Wen slapped Father Wen hard. “How old is Yaoyao, and how old are you? Still holding a grudge against a child.”
She was already pleasantly surprised that Wen Yao had agreed to come today. The girl had always been withdrawn and stubborn since childhood, and she did things with a certain obsessiveness.
Last time, she’d left home without taking a single cent, looking like she intended to never have anything to do with the family again.
Mother Wen had spent the past month worrying about how to repair the relationship between father and daughter. Now that the child had lowered her head first, she absolutely couldn’t let the old man ruin things.
Wen Yao was both shocked and dazed. The original owner had been so lovestruck that she’d turned her back on her own family—was that the real reason she’d starved to death on the streets?
The Wen family still had guests to attend to, so after a few words of conversation, they let the couple go.
The Fu family, as in-laws, had all shown up except for Fu Yan, who had suddenly fallen ill.
“You three should go mingle—there are plenty of people waiting on you.”
No sooner had they met than Mother Fu found an excuse to shoo away the Fu father and sons, pulling Wen Yao out to the breezy terrace instead.
The woman was past fifty, yet her face bore few traces of time. Dressed in a cheongsam, she carried an elegant, composed air—the two Fu brothers’ exceptionally handsome features came from her.
“In the blink of an eye, Jinzhi is already married.” A flicker of emotion passed through Mother Fu’s eyes, her tone light. “He grew up with his grandfather, never close to me or his father.”
“But with you by his side now, he won’t be lonely anymore.”
Mother Fu removed a small jade pendant from her neck. “I had one made for each of my three children’s spouses. I meant to give it to you at the wedding, but things happened so suddenly that I didn’t get the chance.”
Wen Yao tugged at the corner of her mouth. Ah, there hadn’t even been a wedding in the first place, and the original host had used the excuse of being pregnant and irritable to avoid meeting the Fu parents.
Given what she had done, the Fu family’s attitude toward her was excessively gentle. Fu Jinzhi and Fu Yan probably hadn’t yet revealed that her pregnancy was fake.
“Thank you.” Wen Yao accepted the jade pendant and thanked her sincerely.
[Ding, you have obtained an important item: the love token of the male and female leads. The plot has successfully deviated. Keep up the good work!]
[Reward: partial plot unlocked. Please check and receive.]
After seeing off Mother Fu, Wen Yao’s hand holding the jade pendant trembled slightly—from smiling.
[Host, I feel myself getting stronger and stronger. This is the power of changing the plot. Next time, I’ll definitely tear the World Consciousness apart so badly even its own mother won’t recognize it!] 8848 spouted boldly, clearly having become completely inflated.
“Got so happy over a small pendant that you’re trembling?” Fu Jinzhi had somehow appeared beside Wen Yao.
Wen Yao tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth, but her eyes curved, still betraying her good mood. “It’s not like I’m actually pregnant, right? It feels a bit awkward holding it.”
Ha, she could feel awkward? Fu Jinzhi chuckled and pretended to snatch the pendant. “Then give it back to me.”
Ah, so underhanded? Wen Yao instinctively hid her hand behind her back, only to see Fu Jinzhi still standing in place, a smile at the corner of his lips—clearly teasing her.
“Alright, if you want it, keep it. Stop putting on airs.”
Wen Yao relaxed, and remembering yesterday’s prank, she wrapped her arm around Fu Jinzhi’s. “Thank you, Daddy. Daddy is the best~”
“Did you mistake who your father is?” Father Wen’s voice, laced with suppressed anger, sounded from behind.
Wen Yao froze. This scene—was damnably familiar.