#VarietyShowAnotherSide: Grandpa Su AOEing the Entire Scene Alone#
#What Exactly Do Grandpa Su’s Chocolate Beans Taste Like?#
#Another Side of Family Life—A Side of Su Ran You’ve Never Seen#
#Ran, at Three Years Old, Finally Becomes a Kid Pampered by Grandpa Su#
As «Another Side of Family Life» aired live, new trending topics kept popping up on Weibo. Gossip-loving netizens were bombarded with so much unexpected content that they couldn’t put their phones down.
At times like this, having two phones—or a phone and a computer—really paid off. One device was for watching the live stream, while the other was for engaging in heated discussions across various platforms with fellow fans. The excitement was practically at New Year’s Eve levels.
【#Grandpa Su and the Top-Tier Great-Grandson# Holy shit. I always thought that certain top-tier idol was just an arrogant, bad-tempered guy with no manners. Never in a million years did I expect to see him acting like a gentle, obedient big puppy around Grandpa Su. Kind of cute, actually…】
【 Grandpa Su’s head pats completely wrecked me. What level of beast tamer is this? Even Su Ran could be tamed?!】
【#Grandpa Su’s Unparalleled Beauty# I originally tuned in just to support my fave, but halfway through the show, I somehow ended up with a new bias. LOL. Someone, please get Grandpa Su to debut immediately! Who cares if he’s a real grandpa or not? A stunning beauty like him should be on screen blessing our eyes!】
Of course, not everyone was on board. Someone sneered in the comments:
【You guys can actually get into such a blatantly fake script? Your standards must be in the negatives.】
But that comment was instantly drowned in replies:
【You have the audacity to stan that eyesore and still call us undiscerning? Fake script or not, Grandpa Su standing there alone makes your fave look like a lump of bean curd.】
【+1. I suddenly understand why little sparks have clung to their idol despite years of starring in flop movies and getting roasted by the entire internet. If Grandpa Su ever debuts, even if he churns out nothing but bad films, I’d still support him just to stare at that divine face.】
【LMAO. But seriously, Grandpa Su’s personality is exactly my type. Cool and reserved, with a touch of mischief. His presence is god-tier. When the Best Actor and the Top Idol were bickering live, he just sat there, unfazed, watching the drama unfold. Then, with a casual flick, he unleashed his chocolate bean ultimate move, AOE-ing the entire scene. This kind of character is just too intoxicating! (screams)】
Meanwhile, little sparks were celebrating in their private group chats:
【It’s been years since I’ve seen Brother in a normal variety show. It’s fine if it’s not an album—more fun variety, please!】
【So, is Grandpa Su a new talent groomed by the company?】
【Are you stupid? You actually believe those baseless rumors? Everyone in the industry knows what Ran Sansui’s personality is like. There’s no way he’d ever play along with a company’s marketing scheme, let alone acknowledge someone younger than him as his grandpa. This has got to be real!】
【Why is Sister Pearl so quiet? @Pearl’sPearl】
The livestream had already ended, but Shen Zhu was still replaying the recording, obsessively taking screenshots of Grandpa Su from every angle. Staring at that flawless, god-tier beauty, she finally confirmed her suspicions.
Pearl’s Pearl: Don’t you guys think… Grandpa Zu looks a lot like someone?
【Like Ran Ran, right? Isn’t that normal? They’re related by blood, so of course they look alike.】
Pearl’s Pearl: No… someone else.
She posted two screenshots—one of Grandpa Su and the other, though slightly blurry due to being taken at night, clearly showed a young man wearing a white robe with golden embroidery and a mask. That was the “actor” Shen Zhu and the Little Sparks had run into when they were trying to corner Su Ran.
The two images overlapped as the angles slowly aligned.
【Holy shit!! So it was the same person!】
【I was there that day. Zhu Zhu, do you remember what he said back then? He said he was Su Ran’s ancestor…】
Shen Zhu replied, feeling inexplicably complicated: Yeah. At the time, we thought he was just too deep in character. But looking at it now… he was telling the truth.
—Damn. So after all this time, he really is Grandpa Su?!
The Little Sparks who had been there fell into collective silence. A few moments later, someone finally spoke up, their tone filled with dread:
【Did we… did we literally explain all of Su Ran’s scandals to Grandpa Su’s face and even praise him for getting into character so fast…?】
【This is so embarrassing LMAO.】
【It’s over. I can never visit a filming set again. Don’t ask why—just call it social death!!!】
Perhaps the little troublemaker was just too stupid because instead of getting annoyed watching Song Qing call someone to discuss how to deal with him, Su Weisheng actually felt a twinge of pity.
This kid must have had a rough time growing up. His parents probably worried about him a lot. If he just barged in now, Song Qing might actually die of secondhand embarrassment and jump out the window. Fine, he’d be merciful and spare his dumb little life.
+1 to Grandpa Su’s karma.
So in the end, he didn’t enter the room. Instead, he turned around and casually grabbed a fresh copy of the schedule from the living room before leisurely heading back upstairs. On the way, he glanced at the eerie-looking app in his mind.
Earlier, when he arrived at the villa, the loading bar had been at 30%. Now, it still hadn’t moved at all, as if completely stuck.
Su Weisheng tapped on the little gossip icon, and a notification popped up with a cheerful ding!
【Detected a wealth of juicy gossip! App loading… 35%… 40%… 50%… More gossip is needed to unlock additional features~】
…?
What? This shady app required gossip to function? What even counted as “gossip”? Did he just need to read other people’s scandals, or did he have to be personally involved?
Whoever designed this app was definitely a professional at stirring drama.
Su Weisheng thought for a moment, then went back to his room and casually opened a variety show on his computer. Coincidentally, it was a rebroadcast of the «Another Side of Family Life» courtyard livestream.
Unlike the absolute chaos in their own stream, Lu Huanjin and Sunny were sharing heartfelt stories about their families, making the atmosphere unexpectedly warm and sentimental.
The premise, of course, is to ignore the fact that Lu Huanjin’s dad was occasionally slacking off, playing on his phone, and sneaking peeks at Su Ran’s livestream—while Sunny was busy telling a cat about his “family” stories.
…Everyone was really committed to the bit, huh?
The great-grandson had just finished his call when he suddenly heard the voice of his sworn enemy coming from the study. He stormed in aggressively, only to freeze in place as if struck by lightning.
“Grandpa! How could you secretly watch that bastard’s livestream behind my back?!”
“At such a critical moment, when my tribulation is approaching, I even gave up on my dreams just to help you retrieve the Jade Bone Fan! I’ve been nothing but filial to you, yet here you are watching my enemy’s livestream!” He looked utterly devastated as if his own grandfather had betrayed him. “Grandpa, doesn’t your conscience hurt?!”
—No, not at all.
Su Weisheng looked at him calmly, thinking, What conscience? I don’t have that sort of thing. The last shred he did have was already spent keeping his little troublemaker’s antics under wraps. Feeling guilty was out of the question.
However, considering that he still needed his great-grandson to win the show’s championship so he could take the Jade Bone Fan, he couldn’t be too blunt about it.
After a moment of thought, Su Weisheng chose his words carefully. Without lying, he found another angle.
“There’s actually something I should tell you.”
“What?” Su Ran was caught off guard.
Su Weisheng gave him a deep, meaningful look before saying, “I’ve calculated it. Your tribulation is directly tied to this variety show.”
Su Ran’s expression changed drastically. His first instinct?
—To get the hell away from this trash show.
Luckily, before he could bolt, Su Weisheng stopped him.
He said, “Running away will only make things worse. But don’t worry—I won’t let you face your tribulation alone. I’ve been observing its origins to pinpoint the root cause so we can counter it properly.”
“…So that’s why you were watching his livestream?”
“Mm.” Su Weisheng nodded.
Seeing his great-grandson’s face darken further, eyes shifting as he overthought things, Su Weisheng had a vague sense of foreboding.
Then, Su Ran suddenly smacked the table with a decisive bang!
“I’ve figured out what my tribulation is!”
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow, surprised. Oh? Has this fool finally grown a brain?
But in the next second—
“It’s Lu Huanjin! That bastard must be plotting to assassinate me!”
Su Weisheng: “…”
“Grandpa Su, you have to believe me! That damn turtle spawn is definitely scheming against me! You must seek justice for me!”
Seeing that his great-grandson was about to launch into a full-blown dissertation on why Lu Huanjin was out to get him, Su Weisheng immediately rubbed his temples and cut him off. “Enough. Don’t be so noisy. If it really is him, I won’t just stand by and do nothing.”
“…Fine.” Su Ran finally shut up, though he still looked like he hadn’t said enough. Before leaving, he added, “Don’t let him off easy! Oh, right—Jiang Yimian said he’s been busy lately, but he’ll personally come visit you in a few days. He also mailed over two copies of his latest novel in advance. I’ll bring one of them to you later.”
Having relayed everything, he left the study feeling satisfied.
Su Weisheng sighed.
…He was beginning to regret all those times he had sworn oaths using his descendants. Could this great-grandson’s sheer stupidity be his karma coming back to bite him?
Forget it. It didn’t matter. He might as well check on how his tribulation assessment was going.
Su Weisheng tapped on the eerie app in his mind.
【Detected a small amount of gossip information. Loading 5%. Current progress: 55%.】
“…”
Wow. His great-grandson’s drama was practically worthless.
Feeling unimpressed, Su Weisheng shut the app and continued experimenting from another angle. He pulled out his phone and opened Weibo, where a freshly pushed post popped up on his homepage. A well-known gaming influencer had taken a screenshot of the argument in «Another Side of Family Life» live stream and added their own commentary:
【EscapeStar V】: “Everyone says ‘Little Grandpa Su’ is such a su-worthy character, but I think he’s just petty.
Su Ran and Xie Wei only had a minor conflict, yet he had to insert himself just because he’s the elder. From passive-aggressive hints to deliberately giving him disgusting chocolate beans—if a child played these kinds of pranks, it might be harmless fun. But as a grandfather? That’s just distasteful.
Honestly, the company miscalculated with his branding. They never should’ve pushed the ‘Grandpa Su’ persona. It’d work much better if he were introduced as a younger brother instead.”
At first glance, it seemed like a neutral take, but every sentence was subtly dragging him. The influencer was outright convinced that he was just a new actor the company was trying to force into popularity through cheap publicity stunts. Soon, many people in the comments were agreeing:
【Isn’t he just another hard-pushed newbie? And that long hair? Anime-style characters might be ‘su’ in 2D, but in real life, that’s just pretentious.】
【His personality is awful. At first, I wanted to see him discipline Su Ran, but now? They’re just two peas in a pod.】
【Wasn’t the top-tier celeb already exposed? His household registration lists him as the only member, yet he keeps flaunting this ‘descendant of the High Priest’ nonsense. As far as I know, the Su family cut ties with him ages ago. Plus, a real Su family descendant recently spoke up, saying there’s no such thing as a ‘Grandpa Su’ in their genealogy.】
If this were a popular celebrity getting criticized like this, the comments section would already be a warzone, with fans battling it out. In the end, the influencer would probably be accused of manipulating public opinion.
Unfortunately, Little Grandpa Su… had no fans.
What he did have was an audience full of gossip-hungry spectators.
Not only would these onlookers not bother defending him, but they’d also happily tell the outraged netizens to chill out:
【Who cares if it’s scripted? As long as the show is entertaining, we’re all good. We, the mighty audience, just want to have fun.】
【Hahaha, honestly, if there were even one normal contestant in this show, I’d sympathize. But let’s be real—aren’t all four of them freaks? We have an overindulgent award-winning actor treating his ‘green tea drama king’ boy toy like a baby, a possibly rabid dog (Su Ran), and Grandpa Su watching everything unfold with a leash in hand, stirring the pot. At this point, they’re just collectively tormenting each other. Who’s the real victim here? Stop playing savior for them!】
【Damn… I actually felt bad for Song Qing, but now that you put it that way, you’ve got a point. There isn’t a single normal person in this entire cast, LMAO.】
The sheer indifference of the audience made the netizens criticizing the ‘grandfather-grandson duo’ seem oddly overinvested.
Su Weisheng wanted to argue against the “four weirdos” label, but after thinking about it carefully…
The commenter wasn’t exactly wrong.
After a brief moment of contemplation, he silently liked the post.
Then, following the netizen’s lead, he looked up this so-called “real Su family descendant”—Su Ping.
That guy seemed to be a rich second-generation heir who often flaunted his sports cars and mansions online, boasting about high-society life to his followers. When «Another Side of Family Life» officially announced Su Ran and Grandpa Su as contestants, he immediately jumped in to refute it. He firmly claimed that he was the true direct descendant of the High Priest, that Su Ran’s family had long been expelled from the Su clan, and that there was no such thing as a Grandpa Su in their genealogy.
He sure was active—his antics even caused the eerie app’s loading bar to tick up by 1%.
After thinking it over, Su Weisheng deliberately followed the guy, just in case he missed out on any juicy drama in the future.
But for some reason, his string of actions seemed to have been completely misunderstood. Under his Weibo account, 【@Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】, a flood of new comments suddenly appeared—all trying to connect with him:
【Master, I saw you liked EscapeStar’s Weibo post! Do you also think there’s something wrong with Su Ran and his grandpa’s behavior?】
【Master predicted a top-tier celebrity’s scandal before, but brainless fangirls attacked him for it. Later, Su Ran’s fans shamelessly tried to smooth things over. Master must hate them, right?】
【I suspect Master has already foreseen that they’re fake grandfather and grandson—because he followed the real Su family descendant, Su Ping!】
…It can be interpreted like that?
Su Weisheng was momentarily surprised as he watched this group enthusiastically try to rope him into their narrative. Instead of rushing to deny it, he found the situation amusing and decided to play along. With a hint of mischief, he replied to one of the comments:
【Indeed. Every time I see Su Ran, I just want to hit him.】
#100% truth. Not a single lie.#
Sure enough, as soon as he posted that, it triggered a wave of resonance. It was as if they had finally found their leader, and they flooded his comment section with passionate responses.
Su Weisheng didn’t reply again, thinking the matter was over. But just as he was about to log off, a private message notification popped up.
Curious, he opened it.
It was from EscapeStar, the gaming influencer from earlier.
【EscapeStar】 has invited you to join a group chat.
“…There’s a group?”
Intrigued, Su Weisheng tapped in. He was instantly added to a chat named 【Gossip Squad】.
Then, as he skimmed through the member list, he realized—every single one of them looked suspiciously familiar.
Even Su Ping was there.
【Don’t worry, Master. This group is full of people who hate those pretentious grandfather and grandson.】
【Yeah, we’re just here to casually enjoy the drama and wait for them to crash and burn!】
【Oh, by the way, Master—you should brace yourself. You publicly admitted to disliking Su Ran on Weibo today, so his little fanbase will definitely come for you soon.】
【@Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】: …Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.
What was this even supposed to be?
Su Weisheng was a bit puzzled. He hadn’t even been attacked by Su Ran’s rabid fangirls yet, but his anti-fans had already pulled him into their headquarters?
And to top it all off, the eerie app decided to stir the pot further, gleefully notifying him:
【Section loading progress +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1】
Su Weisheng: “…”
So the only time you show real enthusiasm is when you’re gossiping about me, huh?!
—
He had a great night’s sleep.
The next morning, while passing through the living area after washing up, Su Weisheng was surprised to find his great-grandson already fully dressed, sitting by the window reading a book.
“You’re up early. For once, you didn’t sleep in.”
Su Ran calmly closed the book and greeted him in a slightly hoarse voice, “Good morning, Grandpa Su.”
Su Weisheng glanced at the book cover. The pitch-black cover featured a glaring red eye, with the title Haunted Soul and the author’s name, Mian.
It was a horror novel written by Jiang Yimian.
Bai Songyin arrived carrying breakfast, grinning as he exposed the truth.
“Brother Ran, did you stay up all night scared?”
“Nonsense! As if I’d be afraid. Bai Song, do you have a death wish?” Su Ran threatened. Then, with a smug expression, he pulled out a small charm pouch and waved it around.
“See this? Grandpa gave me this protective talisman. What’s there to be afraid of?”
Xiao Bai blinked, then pulled out an identical charm pouch from his pocket and said sincerely, “Brother Ran, Grandpa Su gave me one too.”
Su Ran was shocked. “I’m the actual grandson! Why are you getting the same treatment?” He turned to Su Weisheng. “Grandpa, this isn’t fair!”
With Su Weisheng present, Xiao Bai was fearless. He righteously countered, “Brother Ran, every time you’re out causing trouble, I’m the one staying home taking care of Grandpa Su. If anything, I should be the one complaining about fairness—ah, crap, bro, I was joking! Don’t come over here!”
Before Bai Songyin could finish his gloating, Su Ran had already pinned him down on the sofa, snatching his protective talisman in the process.
Su Weisheng watched these two childish fools wrestle from the couch to the floor and seriously wondered if he had accidentally raised two overgrown huskies.
Deciding to remove himself from the chaos, he finished washing up and went to leave the room—only to be momentarily blinded by something bright as soon as he opened the door.
“What the hell?” He frowned.
Hearing the commotion, the two dummies also came over to investigate.
The three of them stood in the doorway, staring in shock as the Little Drama Queen next door, Song Qing, plastered a “Star Lord’s Blessing” talisman onto their door. Not stopping there, he then climbed a ladder and hung a Bagua Mirror directly opposite their entrance, its reflective surface aimed squarely at their door.
After finishing his handiwork, Song Qing made sure there were no cameras around before smugly lifting his chin at Su Weisheng—his expression brimming with a “Haha! I’ll use this Star Lord talisman and Bagua Mirror to expose your true form!” kind of arrogance.
So this was his master plan to “make a comeback” after his embarrassing loss last night?
Su Weisheng was shaken by this level of logic.
Meanwhile, Su Ran and Xiao Bai were furious, pointing at the mirror with righteous indignation.
“What’s his deal?! He’s pointing a mirror directly at our door—is he trying to curse us?!”
Su Ran, unable to tolerate such blatant provocation, immediately stormed across the hallway, eyes blazing with fury.
Song Qing had been gloating one second, but the next, seeing Su Ran’s aggressive approach, he instantly bolted behind Xie Wei for cover.
Xie Wei quickly shielded his wife. “Su Ran, what do you think you’re doing?”
Su Ran let out a cold chuckle. A man of action, he never wasted words when a good punch would do. Just as he was about to settle things the simple, straightforward way, the ever-vigilant show crew—always lurking for juicy content—rushed over, cameras at the ready to capture every moment.
At the critical moment, Su Weisheng simply stood at the back and called out indifferently, “Su Ran.”
Su Ran immediately halted his movements and turned to look at him, genuinely not making another move.
The cameraman captured this moment perfectly and the staff on set were left in disbelief.
Is this really the impulsive, hot-headed top idol?
It was as if he had become a completely different person.
From a distance, You Sui watched the scene unfold. He let out a soft sigh—part regret, part admiration—as he murmured, “Absolute authority… Such dominance is rare to see.”
At each end of the corridor stood two opposing sides.
Song Qing had initially been waiting to see how the little grandpa would counterattack, but the moment his gaze met Su Weisheng’s deep, unfathomable black eyes, a suffocating sense of pressure overwhelmed his chest. It was as if a shroud of darkness had enveloped him, making it hard to breathe.
This man clearly looked younger than him, yet his presence alone was enough to inspire fear and trepidation.
Unhurriedly, Su Weisheng walked over.
He glanced at the “Star Lord’s Blessing” talisman on the door with mild amusement before turning to Song Qing.
“Do you know where these four characters originate from?”
Song Qing was taken aback. He hadn’t expected an immediate confrontation, let alone such a question. After a brief hesitation, he answered truthfully, “My family has always had a tradition of putting up “Star Lord’s Blessing“ talismans at the door. My mom puts them up, and my grandma too. She said our family has worshipped the Star Lord for generations to ward off evil and receive blessings.”
“So hanging a Bagua Mirror at the entrance is also to ward off the evil across the hall?” Su Weisheng asked.
Song Qing coughed awkwardly before slipping back into his usual delicate, pitiful act.
“Oh, little grandpa, don’t misunderstand. My family has always had a Bagua Mirror at the door. My bad, I forgot that it directly faces yours. This is all just a misunderstanding. If it bothers you, I can adjust its position right away.”
A so-called apology—but completely insincere. It was purely meant to be annoying.
Su Ran’s face darkened. He was clearly dissatisfied with this kind of apology, but instead of arguing back, he simply turned to his great-grandfather, trusting him to handle it.
Su Weisheng chuckled, shaking his head with an unreadable expression.
“No need to adjust it. Just leave it as it is—it’s fine.”
Huh?
That easygoing?
Everyone was stunned.
Something felt off.
Was Grandpa Su really this easygoing? If this were their first time meeting him, they might’ve believed it. But after yesterday’s AOE damage?
Xie Wei looked at Su Weisheng warily, certain that he was planning something way worse.
However, Su Weisheng made no further moves.
He simply gestured for Su Ran to follow him back inside.
And just like that, the grandfather and grandson calmly returned to their apartment.
…No fight?
The production crew regretfully lowered their cameras. This doesn’t make sense!
“We’re just going to let that slide?” Behind closed doors, Su Ran was still fuming.
Su Weisheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked, “Want to disgust them back?”
Su Ran nodded honestly. Seeing how composed his great-grandfather looked, his eyes immediately lit up. “What’s your plan?”
Su Weisheng didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed open the study door and walked in. Moments later, he came out holding two freshly written talismans on rice paper, handing them to Su Ran with an air of calm.
“Stick these on our door.”
Su Ran and Xiao Bai looked down and saw that they were talismans—four bold and fluidly written characters: [All Bestowed to Me].
And so, just as the production crew was about to leave, they saw the top idol happily emerge with his assistant, holding a roll of double-sided tape.
Then, they stuck a [All Bestowed to Me] on each side of their front door.
Everyone: ???
The other side has [Star Lord’s Blessing], and you counter with [All Bestowed to Me]—two of them?
WTF—what kind of underworld humor is this?!
It was absurd, yet somehow… strangely reasonable.
Ten percent childish, ninety percent hilarious.
The onlookers nearly choked from laughing.
“So this is how you counter it?!”
“Isn’t this too childish?”
“Nah, it’s just mutual trolling—it makes perfect sense. But also, this is way too funny! Who the hell came up with such a diabolical move?!”
When Song Qing went upstairs with a cup of hot milk and saw the new talismans on the opposite door, he was completely dumbfounded.
He had imagined countless ways the other party might retaliate, but he had never expected something so direct, crude, and utterly infuriating.
“Childish!” He spat, feeling indignant.
No way—he was the gold-medal drama queen, the ultimate green tea schemer!
How could he lose to such a petty trick? That would be humiliating!
He had to strike back!
With renewed determination, Song Qing set his milk down on the table and prepared to counterattack by posting three [Star Lord’s Blessing] talismans.
After finishing the first one, he turned around—only to find that the cup of milk he had just placed on the table was gone.
“Eh? I literally just put it here…”
He glanced around in confusion.
Xie Wei wasn’t upstairs, so there was no way he had taken it.
Did he put it somewhere else by mistake?
Forget it, he’d deal with that later. First, he needed to put up the talismans!
He turned back to grab the [Star Lord’s Blessing] he had written—
But they were gone too.
“…???”
He searched the entire room but couldn’t find them anywhere.
Fine. Maybe the wind had blown them away. He’d just write them again.
But as he lowered his head—
“The hell? Where’s my pen?!”
Just then, a gust of wind swept in, making the windows rattle.
A chill ran down Song Qing’s spine. Goosebumps crawled over his skin.
Feeling an inexplicable sense of dread, he hurried toward the door.
The moment he opened it, he was met with the sight of [All Bestowed to Me] right across from him.
The more he thought about it, the creepier it got.
With a scream, Song Qing bolted downstairs, completely abandoning his dignity.
Listening to the miserable screams outside, Su Ran finally let out a breath of pent-up resentment.
Leisurely reclining on the sofa, he picked up a book beside him out of boredom and continued reading from where he had left off yesterday.
Haunted Soul was undoubtedly Jiang Yimian’s peak masterpiece—his writing was polished and the plot was meticulously interwoven. Despite its terrifying nature, Su Ran couldn’t help but read on, curiosity getting the better of him.
When he reached the climax, chills ran down his spine, and he shuddered, unable to continue. It was too scary.
“No way… Forget it, I can’t read anymore.” Su Ran put the book down. The blood-red cover still made him uneasy. After a moment’s thought, he grabbed a black bag, stuffed the book inside, and casually carried it downstairs.
At that moment, Song Qing was in the garden, desperately venting to Xie Wei about his paranormal encounters. The film crew was focused on the two of them, leaving no one to notice Su Ran. Taking advantage of this, he tossed the black bag into the large trash bin and nonchalantly returned upstairs, pretending as if nothing had happened.
With the source of fear eliminated, Su Ran yawned, finally feeling drowsy. Soon, he drifted off on the sofa.
Meanwhile, Bai Songyin, having just disposed of his trash, was about to head upstairs when his peripheral vision caught sight of the black bag by the trash bin. An inexplicable sense of attraction compelled him to approach and open it. Upon seeing the familiar cover, he muttered in surprise, “Isn’t this Brother Ran’s book? Why is it here? Did he throw it away by mistake? Good thing I found it.”
Saying this, he took the book back inside and placed it on the coffee table beside the sofa.
“How could something so supernatural happen? You probably just misplaced the milk and couldn’t find it,” Xie Wei scoffed as he comforted the dramatic Song Qing, coaxing him upstairs while eyeing the talismans on both doors with disdain. “There’s no such thing as ghosts or deities. It’s all just tricks and deception.”
Song Qing, pale-faced, didn’t even dare glance at the ominous [All Blessings Be Upon Me] talisman on the opposite door. He hurried into the room, still unwilling to back down. “But you had people search the room too, and they couldn’t find the milk or the pen and paper. They just vanished into thin air…”
Xie Wei’s expression darkened, his tone firm. “It’s more likely that those two—grandparent and grandchild—are up to something malicious, hiring staff to mess with you on the second floor. There’s no way this is some supernatural event. But if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll have someone rip down their talismans.”
“No!” Song Qing, though terrified, stubbornly refused to back down. “Let’s put up three [Star Lords’ Blessings] on our door. I refuse to believe that our Star Lord will lose!”
Xie Wei stared at him in disbelief. “…?” What kind of logic was that?!
【Loading progress: 71%…】
Inside the study, the eerie app in Su Weisheng’s mind kept sending out notification sounds, making an unbearable racket. He rubbed his temples and calmly asked, “Can you be quiet?”
【Loading progress +1 +1】 The app, like an unfeeling machine, completely ignored him.
Su Weisheng: “If you keep this up, I’m not doing the job-change quest.”
【Muted.】
“…”
This thing was actually alive—and it even bullied the weak while fearing the strong.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Weisheng asked, “Who is your creator?”
No response.
He thought for a moment. “Unmute.”
【The app’s creator is the Lord of the Underworld. Creation concept: integrating the underworld with modern high-tech; new-era office system testing in progress.】
“How many people are currently using this test app of yours?”
【Just you.】
【The Lord of the Underworld said quality over quantity when it comes to lab rats.】
Lab rat: “…Get me in touch with your Lord of the Underworld. I want to have a word with him.”
【Insufficient permissions.】
“You don’t have permission?” Su Weisheng found it odd.
【Haha, no, you don’t have permission.】
The mechanical voice was completely monotone, yet it somehow managed to sound insufferably smug.
Su Weisheng remained calm. “Mute.”
【…】
Now that he was sure this thing could actually communicate, he felt much more at ease. He had no idea what kind of ridiculous schemes the Lord of the Underworld was plotting with this new tribulation, but as long as it could communicate, he would eventually find a loophole to exploit. No rush—who would outsmart who was still up in the air.
Ignoring the still-loading app, Su Weisheng picked up his phone, which had been beeping non-stop.
In his WeChat group, the anti-fan headquarters dedicated to trash-talking him and Su Ran, 【Gossip Squad】, had over 999+ unread messages. They had even started treating 【Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】 as one of their own.
Escape Star @Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave: Master, there are still brain-dead marketing accounts under your Weibo post slandering you, saying you’re collaborating with Su Ran for clout. Don’t worry, I’ve already cursed them all away for you.
aaa Construction – Brother Zhang: Master, your prophecy about Jiang Yimian in Option C came true first. Now, in Option A, Director Zhang, and in Option B, the rights holder Red Bean Literature, I believe those will come true soon too!
Qingxi: By the way, Su Ping said he’s already contacted the family elders. The Su family should be issuing a statement soon clarifying that this so-called ‘ancestral grandpa’ doesn’t exist. Everyone, just wait for the hammer to drop!
Watching these people cheer on his sock puppet account while plotting against his main account, Su Weisheng sincerely marveled at their youthful energy. He even left an encouraging reply:
【Keep it up, looking forward to it.】
Just then, a sudden, piercing scream echoed from outside, startling even Su Weisheng.
He pushed open the study door and stepped out, only to see Su Ran springing up like a startled monkey. In the next moment, he clutched a pillow and shrank into the corner of the sofa, pointing at Haunted Soul on the coffee table with terror, shouting, “Didn’t I throw that thing away?! Where the hell did it come from?!”
He had just woken up and the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was the book’s blood-red cover staring back at him. His whole being instantly felt wrong.
Bai Songyin looked at him in utter confusion. “Bro, isn’t this the book that Screenwriter Jiang gave you? You don’t want it anymore?”
“Throw it away! Throw it away! That thing is way too cursed—it can’t stay here!” Su Ran frantically waved his hands.
Bai Songyin let out a soft “Oh,” as if wanting to say something but deciding against it. Seeing how extreme Su Ran’s reaction was, he had no choice but to pick up the book, put it back in the black bag, and take it downstairs to throw it away.
Only when the book was finally gone did Su Ran breathe a sigh of relief.
Leaning lazily against the doorway, Su Weisheng silently observed the entire scene without saying a word. He watched as Su Ran staggered into the bathroom to wash his face—only for another bloodcurdling scream to follow immediately after.
Tilting his head slightly, Su Weisheng glanced inside. Sure enough, the Haunted Soul book that had been thrown away was back. And not only that—there were now two copies sitting atop the sink, with two pairs of blood-red eyes staring straight at him.
Su Ran let out a terrified yelp, scrambling towards Su Weisheng like a frightened puppy. “Grandpa, save me! There’s a ghost—ahhhhhh!!”
Calmly, Su Weisheng pressed a hand onto Su Ran’s head and explained, “It’s not a ghost. It’s a blessing.”
“What kind of ‘blessing’ is this?!” Su Ran was on the verge of a breakdown.
Su Weisheng gave him a sympathetic look and said, “Because our door has the ‘All Bestowed To Me’ talisman, the opposite house is now lacking in blessings. That’s why they’re facing constant misfortunes and losing things every day. Meanwhile, our household receives double the blessings. Normally, this should be a good thing, but… unfortunately, you’re just too unlucky.”
“As long as the talisman remains on our door, anything you throw away will return to you twice over.”
He gestured toward the two books and then turned to the dumbfounded Bai Songyin, who had just returned after throwing them out. “Xiao Bai, go toss the books away again.”
Bai Songyin did as he was told.
Su Ran turned his head back toward the coffee table—only to see four pairs of blood-red eyes staring at him now.
Two books had become four. The numbers were only increasing.
With a desperate wail, Su Ran completely lost it. “What the hell is this?! You call this a blessing?! This is straight-up a horror story!!”
Su Weisheng stifled his laughter and said with a serious face, “If you don’t want this kind of blessing, just take down the talisman on the door. But that would also mean the other house won’t suffer any more misfortunes.”
Su Ran’s first instinct was to rip it off, but just as he reached the door, he saw that the little drama queen from the opposite house had plastered three [Star Lords’ Blessings] onto their own door as if declaring war.
Fury surged within Su Ran as he turned to his ancestor. “I’m not taking it down! We’re putting up another one ourselves! If I’m going down, I’m dragging him with me—let’s see who breaks first!!”
Pfft, the petty conflicts.