Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 51p1

Chapter 51: Sugar Mommy, Kisses (IX) p1

“The Daily Life of a Transmigrated Consort” is a hit!

The next day, Aituber’s video website’s server crashed due to too many new member registrations, and it went straight to the Weibo hot search list, attracting a crowd of onlookers who discovered this mudslide in the domestic drama scene.

Although the plot was a constant stream of clichés, because the male and female leads and even the passersby were all too attractive, and the female lead with a portable space was matched with the transmigration element, it forcefully carved out a path for web series in the film market.

As a result, whether it was students or office workers, especially women, the first thing they asked their friends when they met was:

“Hey, have you seen ‘Consort Shu’ lately? I tried the skincare tips in it when I got back, and I found out they’re actually true! It’s just a pity that the brands the female lead uses don’t exist in the real world. I really want to buy them.”

“I heard the female lead is actually a beauty blogger. I’ve been following her live stream room lately. She’s just like the female lead in the real world!”

“What? Quick, share it with me. What’s the name of the live stream room?”

“Oh, let me see, it’s called… ‘Ni Baba Is Calling You to Study’.”

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All sorts of comments spread like wildfire in reality and on the internet. Hua Baihe, with this third-rate web series, jumped to become the most popular beauty blogger on NB Live.

She successfully became a top-tier streamer who could make the bullet comments freeze for a minute just by holding a lottery in her live stream room.

But the rumors about her were obviously not limited to these.

It was rumored that she was able to get this role because she had a secret relationship with the CEO of NB, who had tailor-made this web series for her.

But this claim was soon refuted by the screenwriter of the drama on Weibo, who said that he had only changed the script overnight after she was scouted for the set because he liked Ning Wanwan’s live stream style, and had created this work.

Even the director came out to deny the rumors—

For a time, these comments created another wave of publicity for the new drama’s popularity.

Regardless of the truth, in short, Miao Keqi and Ning Wanwan, who starred in this web series, were a real hit. All sorts of endorsement invitations flew towards them like snowflakes.

Because Miao Keqi had been very close to the eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Sizhu of Wen Pictures, it was not surprising that he signed with Wen Pictures, got a professional agent, and chose very good resources.

As for Ning Wanwan, although her unspeakable relationship with the CEO of NB was captured by viewers in her live stream room, she seemed to want to have a foot in both the entertainment industry and the internet celebrity business—to be the best internet celebrity among artists, and the best artist among internet celebrities.

Ignoring the outside comments, she still diligently appeared in her live stream room on time every day, not answering any questions about her private life, but maintaining her usual style, dedicated to enlightening beginners in skincare and makeup.

There was no other reason. She was open to and welcomed all opportunities to make money, but—

“The environment in the industry is not good right now, with all the glamour and debauchery. You’re still young, so you should have less contact with it.”

A certain CEO, under the guise of “for your own good,” was acting possessive, wishing she could tie her to her side three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Where would she allow her to go and get involved with those flirty butterflies in the entertainment industry?

Putting everything else aside, with Ning Wanwan’s disastrously beautiful face and her personality that couldn’t be stopped by wind or rain, Wen Congshu couldn’t imagine how many people she would make long for her.

Some treasures are better hidden away. If they were snatched away one day, she would have nowhere to cry.

Of course, Hua Baihe herself was quite indifferent to her possessiveness. What gave her a headache was another matter.

* * *

The phone rang loudly.

Hua Baihe looked at the contact flashing on the screen and calmly hung up. But the other party was very persistent and fought with her for twenty or thirty rounds.

She couldn’t take it anymore and could only use her killer move, adding the number “Dad No. 3” to her blacklist.

Wen Congshu, who was next to her, saw her action, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She just fed a small piece of peeled peach to her lips and whispered:

“What’s wrong? I’ve seen you hang up on Uncle Ning several times these past two days.”

Hua Baihe had a slight headache and couldn’t help but take it out on her. She looked at her for a long time and asked, “Did you tell my parents?”

Wen Congshu put on an innocent look. “Tell them what?”

“That we’re together, and they should push me to get married,” Hua Baihe said the answer.

When “The Daily Life of a Transmigrated Consort” first started to get popular, the calls from Ning’s parents were nothing more than to express their happiness for her, with a sense of “my daughter has finally grown up.”

But at some point, the meaning behind their words changed.

“Wanwan, you said you wanted to be independent before, and your parents didn’t stop you. Now that you’ve achieved some success in your career, shouldn’t you consider getting married?”

“Of course, Dad is not forcing you. I just want to ask, that CEO Wen seems to be quite interested in you, right?”

And so on, it was either her old father’s urging or her old mother’s scolding, ordering her not to come home for New Year’s this year unless she brought a partner with her.

At first, Hua Baihe could use other methods to refuse, but later she found that her parents’ tricks were endless—

“Wanwan, it’s not good! Your mother suddenly fainted while cooking this afternoon. The hospital suspects it’s a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. You have to come and see her quickly!”

By the time she arrived at the hospital, she saw Ning Xi and Zhao Aiyi walking out arm in arm, followed by a gentle-looking Wen Congshu. The two old people were even chatting with her as they walked.

“Oh my, CEO Wen, you’re too kind. We just came for a check-up. We heard that this private hospital has new equipment. We didn’t expect it to be one you invested in. We’re so sorry to have troubled you to come.”

Wen Congshu was particularly polite and replied softly, “Not at all. This private hospital just opened recently. I should thank you, uncle and aunt, for your trust. Besides, with my relationship with Wanwan, it’s only right for me to come.”

As they were talking, they saw Hua Baihe rushing over from outside. So Ning Xi, under his wife’s command, stopped her and smiled.

“Wanwan is here just in time. Here, do your parents a favor. Treat CEO Wen to a meal and take her for a walk—I remember there’s a new jewelry store on People’s Road. Don’t you young people like to put a few rings on your hands? You can go there and take a look.”

Hua Baihe: “…”

She had a wooden face, too lazy to expose her parents’ intention of giving Wen Congshu a chance to buy her a wedding ring. She just asked with a deadpan expression:

“Mom, didn’t you have a cerebral hemorrhage? How did you get out of the hospital so quickly?”

The moment she finished speaking, Zhao Aiyi slapped her. “Hey, you child! How can you talk like that? Are you cursing your mother?”

Wen Congshu quickly stepped in. “Auntie, maybe she misheard. She was just worried about you.”

With that, she turned around and pretended to coax Hua Baihe. Finally, under the smiling gazes of the two old people, she satisfyingly led her away. This was considered having passed the parents’ inspection.

It was fine once, but this kind of trick was endless with Ning Xi and his wife, tricking Hua Baihe into a spin. Once, her parents used the excuse of their wedding anniversary and wanting to retake their wedding photos to drag her to a high-end wedding photo studio.

Zhao Aiyi tried on a couple of wedding dresses, complaining one moment that her belly was too obvious, and the next that the wedding dress made her look old. Hua Baihe earnestly gave her suggestions on the side. But Zhao Aiyi changed out of the dress and came out to tell her:

“No, I remember I looked best in this color when I was young. Wanwan, you look like your mother. Help your mother wear this color again. I’ll take a picture and reminisce about my lost youth.”

Hua Baihe thought for a moment and obediently went to change. Later, for some reason, she became the one who was changing into one wedding dress after another.

She was still in the changing room when she heard a whisper from outside:

“Xiao Wen said Wanwan’s shoulders are beautiful. This style covers her shoulders. No.”

Hua Baihe was almost packaged and given to Wen Congshu along with the wedding dress by her own parents. She stormed out of the dressing room, angrily threw the clothes, and left.

She has been refusing her parents’ calls until now.

Even if she wasn’t the real Ning Wanwan, and even if she had really fallen in love with Wen Congshu, she was very disgusted by her parents’ arranged marriage practice. It was so disrespectful, as if even a rat had taken a liking to their daughter, they would joyfully tie her up and send her to the bridal chamber.

* * *

Returning to reality, Wen Congshu heard Hua Baihe’s accusation, put another piece of peach into her mouth, and raised an eyebrow at her.

“The fact that we’re together, doesn’t the whole country know about it? Why would I need to tell them?”

Hua Baihe: “…”

Speaking of this, she remembered the live stream car crash scene from that day.

She was about to settle the score with Wen Congshu, but the moment she raised her hand, someone grabbed her fingers and rubbed them in her palm.

“You’ve never officially admitted to being with me, nor have you ever admitted to liking me, and now you don’t want to marry me. Wanwan, are you trying to play with my feelings?”

Hua Baihe cleared her throat and said seriously:

“Actually, I do have love for you.”

Hearing her admit her feelings for her, a huge joy surged in Wen Congshu’s eyes. In contrast, the System, who heard this answer, was very direct:

“Red card warning.”

Hua Baihe followed up smoothly, “Of course, it’s motherly love.”

If that person hadn’t played a trick and gotten her drunk, making her sign that legally invalid contract, if it weren’t for that person’s honesty, the two of them would have gone down the old path of “love that cannot be, so I can only imprison you.”

But she had signed it, and it was only from the perspective of making this person obedient.

For example, please ask Miss Wen Congshu to date Mr. Miao Keqi, now, immediately, and right away.

But Wen Congshu had never listened to her.

Hearing Hua Baihe’s words, the smile in Wen Congshu’s eyes froze, and it was full of a stormy momentum.

There was a five-second silence between them. She actually clapped her hands calmly, as if to praise Hua Baihe’s last two sentences.

The moment the applause stopped, a smile actually climbed into Wen Congshu’s eyes.

But the words she said were far from as kind as the expression on her face:

“Wanwan, you’re not afraid of me at all now. That’s very good—”

She said, “I’ve been staying at your house all this time, so you haven’t had time to experience the products you bought, right?”

“Today is just right. After you’ve used them, you’ll still have time to write a review for the buyer, right—I mean, if you can wake up tonight.”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hua Baihe turned to run. Who knows where Wen Congshu had trained her skills and strength, but her explosive power was extremely strong. She easily got up and caught her, ignoring her protests and struggles, and pulled her into the room.

Before the door closed, the scene revealed in the gap was of Wen Congshu taking out a set of leopard print fabric from the closet and throwing it onto the bed.

* * *

The popularity of “The Daily Life of a Transmigrated Consort” made some people happy, and also made some who were trying to watch a joke grit their back molars.

Wen Pictures, 20th floor, general manager’s office.

The blinds were shut tight, making it impossible to see inside.

The air in the office was thick with the smell of smoke and an undeniable scent of debauchery. Wen Sizhu, the boss, was holding a fair-skinned person in his arms. He held a cigar in his right hand, tapping the tip on the edge of the ashtray to shake off some of the ash.

His hair was a little messy, and his tie had been thrown to the side. Because there was a person sitting on his lap, it was hard to see the fully unzipped pants. Although it was a scene of debauchery, his gaze was clear, with no hint of indulgence.

If it weren’t for the messy clothes of the person sitting on him, and the water stains on his trousers, who would have known what had happened in this office.

Wen Sizhu lit a cigarette with one hand and stroked the back of the person’s neck with the other, as if he were soothing a house cat. After a while, he suddenly asked:

“That Ning Wanwan, what kind of person is she?”

The person in his arms stiffened almost imperceptibly. After a long while, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Arrogant, and looks down on everyone. Although she’s about to go bankrupt, her attitude is no different from before.”

The speaker was a man!

If the fans of “The Daily Life of a Transmigrated Consort” had heard him now, who would not have recognized that this was the male lead Miao Keqi, whom they were screaming about being handsome in the Aituber bullet comments every day?

Hearing Miao Keqi’s words, Wen Sizhu snorted a laugh from his nose, it was unclear who it was aimed at.

Not long after, he continued, “Isn’t this just the type you used to be good at dealing with?”

Like Wen Congshu, Wen Sizhu had long investigated Miao Keqi’s past achievements and was well aware of the type of people he was good at handling.

Of course, the fact that Miao Keqi, who had always been straight, had fallen for his suit pants, made Wen Sizhu very proud, so it was hard for him to imagine that the other party was also treating him as prey.

Hearing his words, Miao Keqi’s heart tensed. This beginning was so familiar to him!

At least he had heard it from no less than two people!

Heaven seemed to especially favor his charm in this aspect. Not long after, Miao Keqi heard Wen Sizhu say the suggestion he least wanted to hear:

“This woman is also quite good-looking. She should be to your taste, right?”

Miao Keqi: “…”

Yes, not only is she to my taste, but I even pursued her at the beginning.

He never would have thought that after several rounds, he would have come full circle and returned to the starting point.

Wen Sizhu clicked his tongue and sighed. “If my little sister didn’t seem so thoroughly gay, I would have preferred to use this trump card on her.”

Miao Keqi: “…”

What should he say? Like father, like son?

These two siblings had thought of the same thing, but Wen Sizhu was a bit more ruthless than that Wen Congshu. He wanted him to be a two-way plug.

He was not willing to touch that Wen Congshu, who made his scalp tingle just thinking about her, much less that Ning Wanwan, who looked arrogant on the surface but was no less scheming than him.

So he immediately put on his acting skills, pressed his hands on the cold desk behind him, propped himself up, and put on a stiff smile—he really couldn’t laugh at this.

“CEO Wen, before you, I had never thought of being with a man…”

“It’s only been half a month—I should have listened to the advice of those female seniors.”

His voice became hoarser, his eyelids lowered, and there was no loss in his words, as if it had been forcibly smoothed over by a calm demeanor.

But it was precisely this that was more moving. Wen Sizhu had always liked his tactfulness, and also liked that he didn’t cry or make a fuss, unlike those women who would act coquettishly and ask him for this and that.

Miao Keqi had always been gentle. No matter how late Wen Sizhu was at social events, and no matter whose perfume was on him, when he went to this person’s house, he could always find the food he had heated up for him in the microwave.

No matter how late, this person would hear the noise, put on his clothes, and come out, not with the cold and rigid look from the web series, but with a gentle voice asking him:

“Have you eaten?”

Perhaps it was due to his family background from childhood, or perhaps the other people around him asked for too much. Wen Sizhu, who had been playing around for many years, unusually liked this light taste.

He was bisexual anyway and didn’t care who he slept with.

Wen Pictures’ reputation was too great, so those who came to him were all for mutual benefit.

It was precisely because of this that Wen Sizhu was quite fond of him.

Hearing Miao Keqi’s words, he put his hand on his waist. An ingratiating smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, which was a rare sight for Wen Sizhu:

“How could I bear to send you away? There’s no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, not to mention you’re such a rare treasure. I just want my little sister to suffer a loss.”

Miao Keqi thought to himself, it’s hard to say who would make who suffer a loss between you two.

Hearing Wen Sizhu’s words, his breath hitched. “Then what you mean is…?”

Wen Sizhu’s expression showed a hint of indifference. “I’ve already investigated Ning Wanwan’s family. You know the type she likes. As long as you keep appearing in front of her, she’ll definitely be interested in you.”

“Just a little finger movement. A woman like that, with a pretty face but no brain, wouldn’t she obediently come to our company?”

Miao Keqi: “…”

If he could get Ning Wanwan with just a little movement, why would he be sitting on Wen Sizhu’s lap today?

But he could only suppress all his feelings and could only reply helplessly, “I’ll try.”

Anyway, he was only responsible for maintaining a friendship with Ning Wanwan and putting on a show for Wen Sizhu. As for Ning Wanwan and Wen Congshu, he thought they would probably agree to act in this play.

Even if they didn’t agree, they wouldn’t cause him any trouble.

Wen Sizhu was so happy with his obedience that he patted the back of the person in front of him. “This quarter, a brand is going to choose a spokesperson from among the artists under Wen Pictures. I’ll have someone send the resources to your agent later.”

“Thank you, CEO Wen.”

“CEO Wen?”

“Sizhu.”

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