Most people have probably fantasized about their deceased loved ones visiting them in a dream. Xie Wei had imagined such a scene too—perhaps a tearful reunion where mother and son embraced, pouring out years of longing, or his parents earnestly urging him to live well. Maybe, he had even pictured himself proudly telling them that he had found his ideal partner. The journey had been a bit off track, but he had still fulfilled his dream in the end.
But what he had never imagined was that, if his mother ever did visit him in a dream, she would start off by giving him a brutal beating. Was this retribution for all the wild stories he had made up about his parents over the years…?
Despite being in his thirties, a successful actor with a thriving career and a happy, respectable life, Xie Wei still couldn’t escape his mother’s wrath. Just like when he was a child, he was now standing in a corner, holding up a computer as punishment.
His arms ached, his mind was dazed, and he couldn’t even tell whether this was a dream or reality. But when he sneaked a glance at Yan Wan, who was staring at him expressionlessly, he had no choice but to steel himself and stammer, “M-Mom, let me explain…”
Yan Wan crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh. “Explain that you missed me so much, that’s why you made up stories about me in front of everyone during a livestream?”
There was no saving this conversation. Xie Wei was at a loss for words.
After a moment, he quietly lowered the computer a little to ease the strain on his sore arms, then muttered in a small voice, “I didn’t know you could still hear things from down there…”
The sound of pages flipping in the mist came to an abrupt stop. Then, with great interest, a mysterious voice asked, “Since you knew it was false, why fabricate lies in front of others? Was it just to create the illusion of a perfect family?”
That voice sounded somewhat familiar. Xie Wei looked up, but he could only see the person’s eyes through the hazy mist. When their gazes met, it was as if he had plunged into a freezing, bottomless pool—clear, deep, and impossible to look into for too long.
Unconsciously, he shivered and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to let his thoughts wander any further.
He had no idea who this figure was. Still, considering they had the ability to orchestrate a dream visitation from the underworld and were treated with such reverence by his mother, their status was clearly not to be underestimated.
Xie Wei no longer dared to be reckless. Stammering slightly, he answered, “I just thought… it’s too humiliating to have parents who are only together in name and a family that isn’t happy. Ever since I was little, I wished for a harmonious, loving home. Since you couldn’t give me that, why couldn’t I just make one up for myself?”
As soon as he said this, not only did Yan Wan freeze, but even Su Weisheng was momentarily speechless.
Originally, Su Weisheng had only intended to help Xie Wei fulfill a dream about his mother as a way to make up for an awkward situation—he’d thought it was inappropriate to take the easy route of earning a million for nothing. Plus, he had a commission from Yan Wan via an underworld app, so he had given the actor a small white jade figurine as a “gift”. The figurine contained a trace of his spiritual energy, allowing Yan Wan to enter Xie Wei’s dream for a single visit and let mother and son have a proper conversation.
But who could have guessed that while casually watching the drama unfold, eating some metaphorical popcorn, he’d end up overhearing Xie Wei’s hidden thoughts and lifelong grievances?
Su Weisheng turned to Yan Wan and remarked, “I didn’t expect your son to have such a deep psychological scar from his childhood.”
No wonder Xie Wei was so obsessively eager to show off his “perfect family”. The more he had lacked something in his childhood, the more he wanted to fabricate an ideal background for himself now—right down to hiring the perfect partner to fit the role.
Yan Wan hadn’t expected this to be the reason. She frowned in confusion after a brief moment of shock. “Sure, your dad and I did our own thing, but we never neglected you—either emotionally or materially. How did you still end up with a psychological scar?”
Xie Wei gradually grew more self-assured. “I wouldn’t call it a psychological scar—just an obsession at most. Besides, you guys have been dead for so many years. I never thought that shaping my family persona for my audience and fans would actually affect you…”
#Xie Wei, the ever-proud show-off
#I mean, they’re dead—no way to fact-check me, right?
#Terrifying. Who knew the dead could crawl out of their graves to clear up rumors?!
The mother and son locked eyes for a while before Yan Wan unexpectedly relented first. “Fine, go ahead and keep up your persona. No need to clear anything up. Say whatever you want about us outside.” Then, she suddenly grew serious. “But you must move my grave. This is very important.”
She emphasized, “Extremely important. It affects my happiness in the underworld!”
At the mention of “moving the grave”, Xie Wei’s face twisted slightly. But since it was his mother, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree. “Fine. I’ll move it first thing tomorrow.”
Deeply moved, Yan Wan pulled him into a hug. “Son, I just knew it. You’re still my most considerate and devoted boy after all these years.”
Xie Wei: “…So, can I put the computer down now?”
“Yes, yes.” His mother granted her approval.
After compromising on the key issue, mother and son each shared updates on their recent lives. The once-tense atmosphere gradually softened, and warmth returned between them.
Yan Wan gently stroked her son’s now-mature face and sighed. “Wei Wei, I really wasn’t a good mother. Looking back, you were always either staying with me or with your father, but rarely had both of us with you at the same time. We never even took you to any proper family activities together. No wonder you ended up with this… issue, to the point of hiring a partner to fill the void.”
Xie Wei didn’t think there was anything wrong with himself at all. Firmly, he corrected, “Mom, Qing Qing and I are true love!”
“…Wasn’t he rented?” Yan Wan was stunned.
Xie Wei’s stance was unwavering. “That’s called sponsoring someone into true love! Either way, he’s my husband now. We’re a perfectly happy, harmonious family!”
Yan Wan: “…Alright, if you say so. I’ll bless your marriage then.”
Receiving his mother’s blessing, Xie Wei finally felt justified in claiming that his love life was divinely protected. His mood soared, and he happily returned the favor. “Then I wish you and my stepdad a happy afterlife together!”
As for his biological father? Whatever. He’d deal with him if he ever decided to visit in a dream.
Such were the filial thoughts of Xie Wei.
The dream finally ended as dawn broke and the sky lightened to a pale gray. No matter how chaotic the night had been, in the end, it had mended the regrets between the living and the dead.
At the end, Yan Wan stood up and respectfully bowed toward the mist. She did not address him as “High Priest”—after all, the living were unaware of Su Weisheng’s true identity, and she saw no need to foolishly expose it here.
Instead, she said, “I am grateful for your grace, allowing me to mend the final rift with my family despite the divide between life and death. My wish has been fulfilled. From now on, I will follow your commands without question.”
Su Weisheng glanced at the time, set down his book, and replied calmly, “Then return. Live well in the underworld and wait for your chance to reincarnate.”
“Yes.”
Seeing his mother about to leave, Xie Wei asked with concern, “Mom, in the underworld… are you doing okay?”
“The underworld is fine. You don’t need to worry about me,” Yan Wan reassured him. “If you miss me, just burn some paper offerings. As long as you’re sincere enough, I’ll receive them.”
While speaking, she stole a glance at the shadowy figure in the mist, then subtly stuffed something into her son’s pocket. Lowering her voice, she warned, “Take care of yourself in the living world. Stop making enemies. Don’t get yourself killed, got it?”
Unfortunately, Xie Wei completely missed his mother’s well-intended hint. He only caught the first part of her words, and after a quick thought, his eyes lit up in excitement.
“I can contact you just by burning paper? Then why would I ever need some fancy grandmaster or fear any shady sorcerers? I’ve got connections down there now! Mom, I’m counting on you from now on—”
Count on your mom, my ass!
The so-called mysterious sorcerer was literally standing right there, you unfilial disaster!
Yan Wan was so furious that she pounded her chest and stomped her feet, then gave her son a harsh slap. Before leaving, she gritted her teeth and spat out a final sentence: “Xie Wei, can you grow a brain already?!”
Xie Wei: ???
Clutching his head, his face was full of confusion. Why is Mom mad again?
A dream that started with a beating ended with a beating.
At dawn, Xie Wei jolted awake, sitting up in bed with a gasp. His breath came in ragged pants as he turned his dazed gaze toward the sunlit window. Feeling a strange sense of loss, he murmured, “…So it was just a dream.”
For a moment, he had actually thought his mother had visited him in his dreams.
Even though he was beaten black and blue in the dream, the presence of his mother still moved him deeply. What a pity—it was only a dream.
He sighed, rubbing his face to wake himself up. But the moment his palm pressed against his cheek, a sharp pain made him yelp in agony. “Ow!” Xie Wei tumbled off the bed in a flurry and scrambled into the bathroom. The moment he saw himself in the mirror—Whoa! What a pig-headed face!
It wasn’t a dream. His mother had really visited him in his sleep… just to beat the hell out of him.
And to make things worse, he had only just finished mending his parents’ love story, and now his own ancestral grave was about to collapse.
Xie Wei’s emotions were particularly complicated. He reached into his pocket as if remembering something, and a small piece of silver wrapped in red thread appeared in his palm. The other end of the thread was tied to a protective talisman—apparently, a popular way to make wishes in the underworld.
This was just like his mother. Even though she always had the urge to hit him, he was still the one she cared about the most. In the end, she even had to secretly slip him something behind the back of the powerful figure in the mist, hoping to bless her son with safety and happiness.
Best Actor Xie felt a slight warmth in his eyes. He carefully traced the talisman with his fingers, and suddenly, he noticed a line of small characters on both the front and back. Clearly, these were his mother’s prayers. He carefully deciphered the words…
【May my son, Xie Wei, grow a brain.】
【Son, I’m begging you, please use your brain and cling to the right thigh. The way you confidently prance around provoking people looks like you have a serious illness.】
“……” The touching moment vanished instantly.
But… what did she mean by “cling to the right thigh”? Was there someone around him who could be considered a “thigh” by his underworld mother? A vague thought flashed through Xie Wei’s mind, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.
[The vengeful spirit’s request has been fulfilled. System upgrading.]
The mist in the study gradually dissipated, revealing Su Weisheng’s figure more clearly. He sat with his legs crossed on a wooden chair, took a sip of fruit tea from the table, and swept his gaze over the ghost to the side. “You still have something to do?” he asked.
Yan Wan respectfully called out, “High Priest.” She then said, “As per our agreement, you have fulfilled my wish. I possess no skills, only this yet-to-be-reincarnated soul. I am willing to sign a master-servant contract with you and serve you with unwavering loyalty.”
Su Weisheng waved his hand, intending to refuse, but when his gaze fell on her, a sudden idea struck him. He suggested, “No need for a master-servant contract. Since you’re planning to remarry, I assume you’re not in a hurry to reincarnate. In that case, why not take a job here instead? You work for me, and I’ll pay you.” He gestured to the talismans at the side. “For example, how about being allowed to visit the living world for one day each month?”
Yan Wan’s eyes lit up at his words—she hadn’t expected such a good deal! It didn’t matter if her son was too dumb to understand what was being said; she was going to cling to the High Priest’s thigh for dear life!
“I have no objections at all!” Yan Wan eagerly asked, “May I ask what tasks you would like me to handle, High Priest?”
Su Weisheng glanced at the densely packed barrage of comments flooding the underworld live stream with clear disdain. He instructed Yan Wan, “I’ll grant you access permissions. Your job is to filter through the comments and private messages related to Yuan Le. Sort them out, flag any obvious fabrications for a one-week ban, and if something seems worth investigating, contact the involved spirits to confirm the details before compiling a report for me.”
Even as he spoke, the barrage of messages continued to flood the screen.
[No way, no way, you’re hiring an assistant now? Su Weisheng, are we so beneath you that you don’t even want to read our messages anymore?]
[Damn, why is Yan Wan so lucky? I’m so jealous I could die. Not only did she get the High Priest’s special favor to send a dream message to her family, but she’s also become his assistant?!]
[Not a contracted servant, but a free worker. I admire that.]
[Damn it! If she won’t sign a contract, let me do it! I want to be the High Priest’s dog!!!]
[Hey, the one upstairs, stop being so thirsty. Be careful, or the real High Priest’s wife—certain someone named Le—might see this and come after you for revenge.]
[LMAO, the underworld has been playing “Werewolf” for so long now. Has anyone actually found any real info on the High Priest’s wife?]
[Why do people keep saying that former dynasty’s monarch is the High Priest’s wife? Has the High Priest ever officially confirmed this?]
[You must be new here, little ghost. It all started with a mortal-world TV drama called Legend of the High Priest…]
Su Weisheng, feeling unlucky, immediately shut down the live stream, leaving the bored ghosts to reflect on their nonsense.
Ever since that Legend of the High Priest debacle, things had spiraled out of control. The female lead’s name had “Le” in it, and Su Weisheng had indeed been having underworld souls investigate Yuan Le’s whereabouts. These few coincidences combined into a perfect storm, and now these gossip-loving underworld ghosts had started spreading all kinds of wild rumors.
Before long, the entire underworld was abuzz with tales of the tragic yet passionate romance between the High Priest and his monarch, Yuan Le.
And somehow, over time, it evolved into an absolute certainty that Su Weisheng and Yuan Le had already secretly married. Now, everyone simply referred to Yuan Le as “the High Priest’s wife”.
If the underworld had paid PR teams, Su Weisheng would’ve seriously suspected that Yuan Le had personally hired ghostly mercenaries to push this narrative and forcefully make their relationship “official”.
He had previously considered assigning someone to clean up the rumors left behind by these gossiping souls, but Su Laijin and the others were completely unreliable—not worth entrusting with anything important. In comparison, Yan Wan seemed far more capable and efficient.
And now, finally, with a proper assistant, Su Weisheng could start blocking the live stream comments with a clear conscience.
After Yan Wan left, Su Weisheng contentedly went back to sleep, only lazily crawling out of bed around noon. The moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by over a dozen messages from Song Qing.
[My Husband Can Screw a Cactus]: Good morning, Idol-dad. I cut up a fruit platter downstairs and wanted to bring it to you, but halfway through, I remembered I still have thirteen days before I can visit you. QAQ Damn it, making money is so hard!
[My Husband Can Screw a Cactus]: 2/15—Perseverance is victory. I must hold on. I have to make my husband feel that his money was well spent!
[My Husband Can Screw a Cactus]: …Ah Wei seems to have completely lost it. He keeps circling around me, telling me ghost stories about his mom visiting him in a dream. Now he’s saying he wants to relocate her grave. Weren’t his parents supposed to be deeply in love, even in the afterlife? (Shocked.jpg)
[My Husband Can Screw a Cactus]: What’s the phone number for a psychiatric hospital? I don’t think we can wait any longer.
Su Weisheng yawned as he read Song Qing’s rants while walking outside. Just as he opened his door, he coincidentally saw the famous “best actor couple” stepping out as well. Or more accurately, Song Qing was trying to escape downstairs in frustration, while Xie Wei, overflowing with the need to express himself, was enthusiastically following behind, chattering non-stop.
Xie Wei was completely absorbed in his storytelling: “Qing Qing, didn’t you used to follow that little Great-Grandpa around all the time because he had some supernatural tricks? Next time, come with me to burn offerings for your future mother-in-law. Listen, my mom has connections with big shots in the underworld! Those so-called Star Lord and little Great-Grandpa—aren’t they just insignificant small fry in comparison…”
The more he spoke, the more smug he became. Then, as he looked up, his gaze locked onto a pair of deep, cold, and indifferent eyes—like a still, bottomless lake. In an instant, Xie Wei shuddered violently, his first thought being: Why is that big boss suddenly here…?
Looking more closely, he realized he had mistaken the person.
It was the grandfather and grandson from the house across the way.
Xie Wei smacked his forehead, thinking to himself that he must have been obsessing over it too much—so much that he was hallucinating. To think he had actually been startled by a mere sorcerer! In an attempt to save face, he gave Su Weisheng a disdainful snort, then turned and strode outside with an air of indifference.
“Honey, what are you spacing out for?” Song Qing, who was walking ahead, noticed he wasn’t keeping up and turned back in confusion. When Xie Wei finally started toward him, Song Qing suddenly let out a startled cry. “Ah Wei, your pendant—”
Following his gaze, Xie Wei looked down in confusion. He saw that the jade pendant hanging around his neck had begun to crack inch by inch. He reached out to grab it, but the small jade carving crumbled into a pile of powder in his palm. A passing breeze scattered it completely.
The utterly inexplicable scene left both of them dumbfounded.
“What does this mean…? Could it be a bad omen?” Song Qing asked anxiously, instinctively turning to Su Weisheng for guidance.
Su Weisheng merely glanced at the powder on the ground and said coolly, “The believer’s long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. Naturally, the medium connecting the two realms vanishes.”
Xie Wei trembled. “The believer… is that referring to me?”
Su Weisheng looked at him with utter disdain, as if he were an uneducated monkey incapable of understanding human speech. “It’s referring to your mother.”
That remark sounded like an insult.
After saying it, Su Weisheng turned and went downstairs, completely ignoring the big fool with a missing brain.
Xie Wei stood frozen, stunned beyond words. Countless thoughts churned through his mind—his mother’s anguished voice saying, “Son, could you cause less trouble, please?” The protective talisman’s cryptic message: “Hold onto the right thigh.”
Amidst the fog of his thoughts, those cold, deep eyes overlapped with Su Weisheng’s indifferent gaze. The voice in his mind grew clearer and clearer…
A truly terrifying realization surfaced in his mind.
“Ah Wei, are you okay?” Song Qing, the little drama queen, called out in concern.
The best actor, looking as if his soul had left his body, muttered in despair, “Wife… I think I’m done for.”
“Huh?”
Xie Wei started listing his crimes: “Not only have I been provoking Little Grandfather on my live stream every day, but I also dissed their family situation, stopped you from clinging to the big shot, and was dumb enough to hire a Taoist priest for an exorcism… Exorcise what exactly?!”
At this point, he completely broke down. “What kind of evil spirit?! He’s clearly that big shot from the underworld!”
“—And yet, after doing all that dumb stuff in front of him, I’m still alive?” Even he couldn’t believe it.
Just as Su Weisheng reached the ground floor, he heard the rhythmic sound of a wooden fish coming from the dining area. The persistent noise was so mind-numbing that the entire production crew had put in earplugs and fled as far as possible. Only the great-grandson remained, diligently knocking on the wooden fish between bites of his meal—utterly devoted to his craft.
Bai Songyin covered his ears, glancing between the wooden fish and Su Ran’s white jade ear cuff, his envy practically radiating off him.
Su Ran touched his earlobe, his lips curling into a smug smile so wide it was practically reaching the heavens. He pinched Bai Songyin’s puffed-up cheeks mischievously. “Stop staring. This isn’t for you. This is Grandfather’s special favor to me. I’m his real grandson. You… at best, you’re just my little servant.”
“Don’t keep trying to compete with me for Grandfather’s affection, got it? Behave yourself. Your Brother Ran might be kind enough to buy you one with his own money.”
“Tch!” Bai Songyin slapped his hand away and raised his chin proudly. “Even a devoted bootlicker has professional ethics, okay? I only lick Grandfather’s boots, and no amount of money or power will change that. It doesn’t matter who he favors—as long as I listen to Grandfather, I’ll always be one of his many grandsons.”
Feeling even prouder, he added, “Besides, I’m definitely the most well-behaved and the one who suits his taste best! Unlike you, who’s always making him angry!”
“When have I ever made Grandfather angry?”
“Have you mastered your swordsmanship technique yet? You keep saying you don’t have time because you’re recording an album, but you only record for a few hours daily. The rest of the time, you’re either playing video games or knocking on that wooden fish!” Bai Songyin ruthlessly exposed him.
“Shut up!” Su Ran’s face darkened, and he warned him, “Don’t you dare bring up swordsmanship in front of Grandfather!”
Right at that moment, Su Weisheng happened to walk over and, hearing this, asked calmly, “Oh? So you don’t want to practice anymore?”
The great-grandson was so startled that he jumped to his feet, coughing a few times before quickly defending himself. “How could that be possible?! I’ve been really busy lately, but I have been practicing diligently daily! Don’t worry, Grandfather—at most, give me one more week, and I’ll definitely master swordsmanship and make you proud!” To sound more convincing, he shamelessly exaggerated, spewing out empty promises.
Su Weisheng’s eyes lifted slightly as he glanced at him from the corner of his eye. He didn’t expose the lie, already knowing the truth in his heart. “Alright, then. I’ll be waiting for your results.” With that, he turned and walked toward the garden.
Bai Songyin eagerly trotted after him. “Grandfather, aren’t you hungry? You’re heading to the tool shed again? Should I bring your meal over so you can have something to eat while you work…?” His voice faded into the distance.
That damn little bootlicker!
The great-grandson scowled in irritation. But then, touching his earlobe, he had a change of heart—no matter how much that little sycophant tried to steal affection, wasn’t he still Grandfather’s favorite eldest grandson?
With that thought in mind, Su Ran sneakily opened Jiang Yimian’s WeChat, snapped photos and videos of his earlobe from every angle, and sent them over to shift attention elsewhere.
Your dad: 【Photo】【Video】 Jinbao, give me your professional opinion—how does this white jade ear cuff look?
Jiang Jinbao: Zhaocai! Zhaocai, you finally admit we’re the “Zhaocai Jinbao” duo! I’m so happy! This ear cuff looks high-quality—did you land a new luxury brand endorsement?
Su Ran’s expression soured the moment he saw the word Zhaocai. Ignoring the nickname, he smoothly redirected the topic where he wanted it.
Your dad: Grandfather carved it for me himself.
(While showing off, the great-grandson conveniently forgot to mention that Grandfather had casually carved it from leftover scrap material.)
Sure enough, Jiang Jinbao immediately spammed a string of lemon.jpg emojis.
Jiang Jinbao: Why don’t I have one… QAQ Grandfather doesn’t love me anymore.
Seeing how deeply he had wounded Jiang Yimian, Su Ran instantly felt refreshed. No wonder Xie Wei loved this Versailles-style flexing so much—this feeling really was amazing!
Meanwhile, in the tool shed, Su Weisheng was carefully polishing a small jade hammer. Since he needed to incorporate mechanisms and inscribe talismans, this process was far more time-consuming and intricate compared to the ear cuff.
Bai Songyin bustled around beside him, tirelessly helping out—he really did look like a devoted little servant.
After carving the final patterns, Su Weisheng turned to glance at him and suddenly asked, “Your Brother Ran got something you didn’t. Don’t you feel wronged?”
Xiao Bai paused his work, scratching his head sheepishly. He seemed to be considering his response, but in the end, he answered honestly, “A little, yeah. But then I thought about it—if Grandfather only gave one to Brother Ran, that must mean…”
It meant favoritism? No way. Grandfather would never favor the great-grandson.
With absolute certainty, Bai Songyin declared, “It means that ear cuff is definitely suspicious!”
Well then.
Su Weisheng gave him a sidelong glance. “Xiao Bai, you’re pretty sharp.”
“Of course!” Bai Songyin beamed with pride at the compliment. “After all, I’ve battled wits with Grandfather before—got tricked plenty of times, so I had to learn my lesson!” The lesson being: Never assume you’re smart, because every step you take might just be part of Grandfather’s scheme.
This was a bitter truth that Su Ran had suffered through countless times yet never seemed to remember.
Su Weisheng smiled faintly but didn’t reveal the answer just yet.
After checking the time, he set down the craft knife in his hand. “Let’s go. It’s time to record the show.”
Bai Songyin said eagerly, “I’ll go brew some tea! What would you like, Grandfather?”
Su Weisheng popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. The overwhelming sweetness reminded him that ever since his connection with the underworld deepened, his five senses had been gradually recovering. Thoughtfully, he chewed another one before replying, “Brew a pot of plain tea. Make it light.”
By evening, the tea room’s live broadcast had begun. It was Day 17 of the show, and as always, the comment section was flooded with an outpouring of enthusiasm from the audience.
【Daily check-in!】
【Wow!! Grandfather looks like he’s in such a good mood today! His face is still as calm as ever, but look at the corners of his eyes—they’re slightly upturned! There’s definitely a hint of a smile!】
【WTF, who styled the top star today? That ear cuff is insane! He suddenly gives off major noble young master vibes.】
【New here? Top star shows off that ear cuff every day on the show. He’s already said like 800 times that Little Grandfather personally made it.】
【The person above might not be a newbie—could just be the top star hyping himself up.】
【HAHAHA stop showing off! Su Ran, log into your main account to comment!】
【Is the little drama queen still giving great-grandfather the cold shoulder today? I don’t get it. They haven’t spoken in days now.】
【Well, the Best Actor does dislike the grandfather-grandson duo. The little drama queen can only follow his husband’s lead.】
【LMAO, I’m just here to watch the family drama unfold.】
As the peanut gallery reveled in the gossip, the livestream had already begun. Unexpectedly, today’s atmosphere was oddly… silent.
The top star was entirely focused on fiddling with his ear cuff, while the Best Actor, shockingly, wasn’t throwing shade right away. Was he saving up for a massive attack?
Even the production crew was starting to get confused.
In this strange tension, Assistant Xiao Bai entered with a pot of tea. He set down the teacup and was about to pour when a hand suddenly reached over and took the teapot away.
Bai Songyin froze.
The one who snatched it was Xie Wei.
What kind of stunt was Best Actor Xie pulling this time?
Everyone immediately stretched their necks, waiting tensely for him to stir up drama.
But all they saw was Xie Wei smoothly intercepting the teapot, then leisurely pouring a cup of tea and setting it beside him.
Song Qing caught a whiff of the light tea fragrance and happily reached out to take it.
The next second—
Best Actor Xie walked right past his own husband, took a turn, and placed the cup in front of Su Weisheng
Everyone: ???
Su Weisheng leaned lazily against the chair, eyeing him with suspicion. “And this is…?”
Xie Wei righteously declared, “As a junior, isn’t it my duty to personally serve Grandfather some tea?”
After saying that, he shamelessly nudged the teacup closer to Su Weisheng, his handsome, mature face even carrying a hint of blatant flattery. “Grandfather, please have some tea…”
Production crew: ???
Su Ran: ???
Who the hell are you?! Are you really my lifelong nemesis—the guy I’ve been in a constant roast battle with?!
XIE WEI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SUCKING UP TO MY GRANDFATHER…?!
The shocked audience, mid-gossip, was completely stunned. At this moment, the barrage of comments had flooded the screen to the point of lagging.
【？】
【？？？】
【Wait, wait, wait—what did I just see? Am I blind, or am I hallucinating?!】
【WTF WTF WTF—Xie Wei, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! (screaming)】
【Is the Best Actor sucking up to Little Grandfather…?】
【I’m sorry, but the plot twist was too sudden—I can’t keep up…】
Moonlit: Thank you to the supporters who bought me coffee with no series mentioned. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Btw, when buying me coffee, pls mention the series or its abbreviation if it’s for the extra chapters. Otherwise, I’ll assume it’s for the finished series.
