Title: Today’s Melon is a Must-Eat 6.0
Main Thread: «Another Side of Family Life» Villa Group’s Daily Rental—Has Today’s Daily Video Been Updated?
454L: Report!!! Song Qing responded to the mole issue in his livestream. I can’t believe he actually dared to say it’s a “Father-Dooming Mole”—so bold!!!
460L: ???
470L: Fast-forward to the part where he talks about how terrible his dad is. Is he really admitting it publicly and going for a tragic backstory reversal?
477L: Wait… why is he suddenly promoting the benefits of a “Father-Dooming Mole”? Did some metaphysics master buy an ad slot? Does he really need to self-slander for publicity…
512L: Hahahaha, I’m dying! This little drama queen really knows how to stir things up! No way, this has to be fake. I’m convinced the “Father-Dooming Mole” is just a self-deprecating joke now.
555L: When he mentioned using the “Father-Dooming Mole” to decide which stocks to buy, I actually felt a little tempted.
616L: Song Qing said his great-grandfather gave him the mole. I’m wheezing—why does this supposedly elegant and dignified great-grandfather keep doing such superstitious things?
650L: This has to be a coordinated hype campaign, right?
696L: Who cares if it’s hype? I just want to know—does a “Boss-Dooming Mole” exist? I’d love to curse my boss who makes me work overtime without pay. (smile)
The live chat was flooded with questions about other moles—this show really knew how to stir things up, haha! The host actually picked out a question to ask Grandfather Su!
Tea Party Room, Live Broadcast.
The host randomly selected a new question: “This question comes from a user named 【Shipping CP Is So Much Fun】—‘Grandfather Su, do you have a mole that counters the rival CP? My CP keeps getting overshadowed by the opposing ship, and it’s making me miserable. As a career fan, watching the other side flourish while my ship remains cold and desolate makes me want to shut myself off from the world. Is there a mole that can make my CP skyrocket and crush the competition?’”
Su Weisheng paused. “…What does CP mean? Hold on, let me check.”
He calmly pulled out his phone and looked up the unfamiliar term. After a quick search, he roughly understood the user’s concern—essentially, they were shipping A×B, but the rival side was shipping B×A. Unfortunately, the rival ship was far more popular. As a diehard top fan, this fan couldn’t accept that their CP wasn’t No.1. So they wanted to find a mole to change their fate.
After processing this, Su Weisheng nodded. Hm, young people these days really know how to play.
Seeing his reaction, everyone immediately perked up. The host, intrigued, asked, “Wait, does such a mole actually exist?”
“No.” Su Weisheng answered decisively.
“Oh…”
Just as the host was about to move on, Su Weisheng lazily added, “But you don’t need a mole to fix this problem. Sometimes, if you can’t beat them, you can join them. You could simply start shipping the rival CP instead—solve your career-fan top-stan dilemma at the root. That way, you’d never have to worry about popularity again.”
Everyone was utterly bewildered: ???
The online audience was even more shocked by the response.
【What kind of absurd and shameless logic is this?! We ship with integrity! How could we just casually switch sides?!】
【Wait, hold on… As a diehard top-stan, I think I’m actually a little tempted. After all, the pain of getting crushed by the rival CP’s popularity is far worse than the joy of shipping…】
【Quick, quick! Someone ask if there’s a “lucky friends” mole—I urgently need to get one for my bestie!】
Meanwhile, Su Ran quietly scooted over to Grandfather Su, sneakily wrote something on a piece of paper, and passed it to him: So, if I get a “Father-Dooming” mole, and then make my dad ship the rival CP instead, wouldn’t that also easily solve the problem of the other side’s overwhelming popularity while my side has none? Grandfather Zu, does my solution check out?
Since this note was written off-camera, the online audience didn’t see it.
Su Weisheng glanced at the message and gave an encouraging nod. Seeing this, Su Ran’s face lit up with joy—only to watch Su Weisheng calmly write down a response: But if you say this out loud and the rival fandom collapses, the karma’s on you.
Su Ran: “……”
His great-grandson silently tore up the paper and tossed it into the trash, pretending nothing had happened.
The chaotic netizens, however, were unfazed by Su Weisheng’s cold splash of reality. Instead, they grew even more enthusiastic, bombarding him with all sorts of questions—moles to counter husbands, wives, bosses, rival CPs, and even schools. The live stream was on the verge of turning into a full-blown superstition convention when the host hurriedly cut off the Q&A segment.
But the meme had already taken off. Soon, everywhere online, people were joking about “getting a fortune mole”. Even celebrities and influencers hopped on the trend, each finding their own way to join the fun.
The most ridiculous of them all was Jiang Yimian.
Under his Weibo name “Jiang Jinbao”, he posted a photo of a signed licensing contract with the caption: Hahaha, even though I didn’t manage to get a mole, Great-grandfather still showed me the way and helped me solve my biggest problem. The film rights for Haunted Soul have been sold to Shutang Entertainment! I’ll personally oversee the adaptation—Great-grandfather, please bless me that this time, it’ll work out!
His comment section instantly split into two factions—half the book fans joined in on the “fortune mole” meme, while the other half seriously discussed the rights issue for Haunted Soul. Everything was fun and lighthearted—until 【EscapeStar】 unexpectedly shared the post.
When 【EscapeStar】 first saw the whole “father-dooming mole” joke, he was thrown for a loop. In a moment of impulse, he even went to ask if it was real, but received no reply. Seeing the entire internet hyping up that grandfather-grandson duo while riding the meme wave, he started feeling irritated.
EscapeStar V: “Shutang Entertainment’s productions have been bleeding money for the past two years and are on the verge of bankruptcy. And yet, your Great-grandfather recommended this company to you. You actually think it’s some kind of treasure?”
【Has he lost his mind…? Wasn’t he just sucking up to 【Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】 a while ago? Now he’s switched to currying favor with that grandfather-grandson pair? Jiang Yimian sure changes sides fast.】
【I know for a fact that more than one company was negotiating for his book, so why did he choose the worst subsidiary? Jiang Yimian is so dumb. He’s clearly been tricked, yet he’s still feeling smug about it.】
【I don’t get what he’s so pleased about. Just like how I don’t understand why people find the ‘wealth mole’ meme funny—it’s so boring.】
【Uh… I actually think the wealth mole thing is kinda interesting. Even my dad and his friends are using this emoji now. Looks like it really went viral. Got a wealth mole? Take one order.jpg】
EscapeStar specifically replied to the last comment: “There’s no such thing as a ‘wealth mole’—it’s just attention-seeking nonsense. Anyone who believes in that is a total idiot.”
Late at night, silence enveloped the villa.
Everyone had already fallen into a deep sleep, except for the study on the second floor, where the relentless sound of an electronic wooden fish continued its endless chanting—sending off delusional romantics.
In the darkness, the bead bracelet inside the brocade box emitted a faint red glow. Moments later, a wisp of a lingering soul floated out. The figure cast a disdainful glance at the phone’s electronic wooden fish but didn’t turn it off. Instead, it silently drifted outside.
To the right of the living room was the front door. The lingering soul hovered there for a few seconds but didn’t leave. Instead, it turned and floated into the bedroom on the left, where Su Weisheng lay sleeping soundly on the soft bed.
A chilling red tendril wrapped around the beauty’s snow-white wrist and slithered upward with impudent ease. But just as it was about to brush against his cheek, a hand ruthlessly seized it.
Under the night sky, Su Weisheng opened his lucid eyes, gazing intently at the lingering soul entwined around him. The latter showed no sign of guilt at being caught. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, teasing him: “You thought I was recuperating inside the amazonite, just waiting for the chance to slip out at night and contact the main soul? You even left me the perfect opportunity—trying to use me as bait to catch a bigger fish, huh?”
Su Weisheng forcefully lifted the man’s chin, locking eyes with those golden slit pupils. His gaze was indifferent, while the other’s was filled with a lingering tenderness—an emotion where love and malice were so deeply entwined that they were impossible to separate.
“You and the main soul can communicate directly.” Su Weisheng analyzed calmly. “I misjudged at first. You don’t actually need to meet him. The thoughts of the main soul and the lingering soul should be shared.”
“You’re still so rational, so intelligent—there’s nothing you can’t see through.” The lingering soul sighed, not in frustration but in admiration.
Su Weisheng lowered his gaze, studying the faint, insubstantial form before him. His brows furrowed as he asked, “What exactly happened back then? Why is your soul so incomplete?”
The lingering soul nestled against his leg, wrapping around him like a boneless venomous serpent. Su Weisheng didn’t push him away. Instead, he calmly stroked his head, his snow-white fingertips brushing through the man’s fine, long hair. The touch quickly pleased the other, making him squint in comfort like a well-petted animal.
“Shengsheng…” The lingering soul’s lips curled into a faintly contented smile. “That’s what I like about you. Every time you need to deceive me, use me, or scheme against me, you always give me a sweet reward first—so sweet it’s impossible to refuse.”
His voice was captivating, and his words were disarmingly direct.
Su Weisheng wasn’t the least bit annoyed at having his intentions exposed. Instead, he calmly reminded, “Everything I do with you has always been mutually beneficial. Just because I catch and crush your little schemes every time doesn’t mean you get to slander me.”
When it came to serious matters, their partnership had always been built on cooperation and mutual gain. The only issue was that this guy was hopelessly lovestruck—after every mission, he’d try to drag Su Weisheng into bed. Not even once had he succeeded.
Thinking of this, Su Weisheng frowned in dissatisfaction and looked down, criticizing him sternly, “You were young back then, but now you’re over two hundred years old. Why are you still acting like a horny little poodle in heat?”
The lingering soul sighed faintly. “Shengsheng, my great high priest, if I remember correctly, you once promised that after our grand endeavor was complete, we would be together for life. Strictly speaking, we are an engaged couple. What’s wrong with being affectionate with my own partner?”
Su Weisheng let out a cold laugh. “I follow the path of slaying my spouse to ascend to immortality. Want to experience it firsthand?”
The lingering soul: “…”
Su Weisheng remained expressionless. “You’ve grown much more cunning than before. In the past, I could coax you with just a few words, and you’d obediently cooperate with me. But now? You’ve had a taste of benefits, and suddenly, you’re playing dead, completely unwilling to share what you know.”
The lingering soul had already climbed off the bed—because he knew if he didn’t move now, the high priest would resort to brute force.
At this moment, he gracefully flicked his sleeve and replied with composure, “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s that I don’t dare. The moment I spill everything, I’ll have no more value left. You’d definitely seal me inside that bead and bury it under a giant Buddha, forcing me to listen to wooden fish chants for a hundred years.”
Seeing that Su Weisheng was about to make a move, the lingering soul swiftly retreated, vanishing into the bead bracelet where he resided.
A faint chuckle lingered in the air, accompanied by teasing, lingering whispers: “My great High Priest, if you want to maintain control, you’d better act quickly. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the web of karma.”
“Or perhaps… becoming the spider’s captive is a rather delightful ending, too.”
The lingering soul had already slipped away.
Su Weisheng frowned, carefully pondering the meaning behind those words, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t piece it together.
He opened the study door and stepped inside. The electronic wooden fish continued its relentless chanting while the amazonite bead bracelet on the brocade box emitted a soft, azure glow. Su Weisheng reached out, picked it up, and toyed with the smooth, luminous beads in his hand.
A moment later, he injected a portion of his spiritual power into it, forcefully putting the lingering soul into a deep slumber.
Since he couldn’t use him to locate the main soul, he might as well put the troublemaker to sleep—at least that would stop him from disturbing him at night.
Su Weisheng fastened the amazonite bracelet around his wrist before picking up his phone to check an unread message from Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Jinbao: “Grandfather, I’ve already asked my uncle about the bracelet’s origins, but he said the situation inside is quite complicated. He’d like to meet with you in person to discuss it in detail.”
Su Weisheng: “Alright. Send me the address.”
The next morning.
Jiang Qiao woke up early. He changed into a loose, bamboo-colored long robe. Under the sunlight, his handsome brows and eyes appeared slightly cold due to his pale complexion. Sitting in his wheelchair, he slowly rolled out of the courtyard. Jiang Yimian was already waiting outside.
“Little Uncle!”
With a thick-skinned grin, Jiang Yimian eagerly stepped forward to push the wheelchair, cheerfully sharing, “Great-Grandfather has such a good temper. Don’t worry; I think you two will definitely get along.”
Jiang Qiao shot him a cold glance without responding, merely signaling him to keep pushing as they prepared to head out.
“Little Uncle? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you mad?”
As he pushed the wheelchair, Jiang Yimian started to wonder—was he jealous? Wow, so Little Uncle really cared about him! He even got jealous just because he praised Great-Grandfather! Hmph, such a tsundere.
Feeling a little smug, Jiang Yimian didn’t forget to reassure Jiang Qiao. “Little Uncle, don’t worry. I might admire Great-Grandfather a lot, but I love my Little Uncle just as much! After all, you raised me. How could I possibly—just because of a name change and a mole—ah, no, let’s skip that topic. Anyway, rest assured, Little Uncle, I will always be your most beloved nephew!”
Jiang Qiao, at his limit, pulled out his phone and typed: Shut up.
Jiang Yimian: ???
“…Little Uncle, are you practicing some kind of silent meditation technique?”
He had no idea what was going on. All he could do was cluelessly push his Little Uncle toward the agreed-upon teahouse to meet Su Weisheng, all the while wondering—what was up with Little Uncle? Was he really practicing silent meditation, or did he have some kind of issue with Great-Grandfather that made him unwilling to speak?
No way… If Little Uncle disliked Great-Grandfather that much, then why would he agree to give him the precious amazonite bead bracelet?
Jiang Yimian muttered to himself the whole way, racking his brain but failing to figure it out. Even when they arrived, he was still trying to think of how to explain things to Su Weisheng without causing any misunderstandings.
Jiang Qiao was on the verge of being driven insane by his nephew.
If it weren’t for the fact that they had important business today, he would have already given this chatterbox of a nephew a good beating. No, he had to endure it. He was about to meet his rival in love—ah, no, the divine messenger.
He needed to be at his absolute best, giving it his all to face the messenger.
Even though he was intensely jealous that this person had earned the favor of the Star Lord, it was precisely for that reason that he had to prove himself. He had to show the Star Lord that he was in no way inferior to His messenger—only then would he have a chance to receive another response from the deity!
Thinking of this, Jiang Qiao’s emotions surged.
He didn’t even realize just how much internal monologuing he was doing—at this point, he was even more long-winded than his chatterbox of a nephew.
And yet, Jiang Qiao still forced himself to maintain a cold and aloof expression, desperately trying to uphold his image.
They arrived at the private room in the teahouse first. Less than ten minutes later, they heard the sound of the server leading a guest inside. Jiang Qiao lifted his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto the person at the doorway.
“Great-Grandfather—!” Jiang Yimian, the little bootlicker, was completely oblivious to his Little Uncle’s hostility toward Su Weisheng. He eagerly trotted forward to welcome him, respectfully inviting him to take a seat.
Su Weisheng sat down across from Jiang Qiao and immediately recognized him—this was his chatterbox of a believer.
But why was this little believer so quiet today? He hadn’t said a single word.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Jiang Yimian quickly tried to smooth things over. “Great-Grandfather, my Little Uncle might be practicing silent meditation lately, but we can still communicate through our phones…”
Silent meditation? Silent…
A sudden realization struck Su Weisheng. “Ah, I remember now! Your mute ban hasn’t expired yet, has it?”
Mute ban? Jiang Yimian didn’t understand what that meant, but Jiang Qiao’s expression changed drastically. He stared in disbelief at the young Su Weisheng before him, his mind echoing with a grief-stricken accusation:
—Star Lord! You even told him about muting me?! How could you do this to your most loyal believer?!
Moonlit: I underestimated Uncle Jiang’s mind HAHAHAHAHAHA I really thought he’d figure it out! HAHAHAHHAHA
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