Chapter 57

Wen Jiu and Su Yaoyao stayed at Lin Yu’s company until noon, finally reaching lunch time.
The company’s official lunch break was 12 PM, but at 11:50 AM, employees could clock out to eat.
Su Yaoyao had ordered lunch for the entire company, arriving exactly at 11:50.
Employees queued to collect meals, each getting two meat dishes, one vegetable, three portions of soup, plus sweet fruit tea and dessert fruit.
Everyone ate at the office. Wen Jiu collected four sets, placing them on Lin Yu’s office desk, nearly overflowing it.
The production crew didn’t rest during the day; meals couldn’t be eaten on schedule.
“We’re all here, won’t wander off. Leave the cameras and go eat first. If worried, take turns eating.”
There were many people filming, plus makeup artists and lighting crew, a bustling group.
Su Yaoyao’s lunch order was ample, counting the production crew as well.
Those paying dictated terms. The chief director wasn’t harsh; obedient staff were allowed to eat in turn.
Wen Jiu finally sat down satisfied.
Previously, when she worked part-time, she never understood why leaders refused to let people eat or rest, even when nothing needed doing.
Now with authority, she could rescue her “past self” from those pitiful conditions.
Through the camera, she told the director, “Don’t worry. The show is live; viewers will watch us. Nothing will go wrong.”
The audience didn’t respond, just drooled in envy.
At first, viewers were only impressed by the visually appealing lunch, making students near the end of class or approaching summer break salivate.
Until a local Haicheng viewer wanted the same meal, recognizing where it came from.
[This is the most famous private restaurant in Nancheng: Ji Qing Ge. Last month, they opened the first branch nationwide in Haicheng. I spent money but couldn’t get a reservation. Su Yaoyao ordered over a hundred portions?!!]
[The official site doesn’t even list prices; I had to check on a book forum. The menu was confusing. Just one dish of smashed cucumber costs 288 yuan.]
[What?! One cucumber with soy sauce for 288 yuan? Why not snatch it? They’d even give me the cucumber for free, so generous.]
[There are wealthy people online, but this time I believe it. Su Yaoyao is really rich.]
[I confess, I thought the previous tens of millions in investments were just for show, having actors read it out. Turns out it was real.]
[Based on the menu and portions, the average lunch per person costs around 2,000 yuan.]
[Duo Shao, did you hear? That’s more than my monthly salary! (passing intern)]
[Note: Working at Lin Yu’s company gives you the chance to eat 2,000-yuan meals.]
Morning investments and company expansion aside, most viewers could only marvel, not truly feel it themselves.
At lunchtime, whether students or workers, everyone could imagine themselves there, instantly feeling envy and longing.
The Su family valued eating in silence and not speaking during meals, but at this table, the three remaining girls couldn’t stop talking, and Su Yaoyao got pulled into the conversation too.
“Oh my god, this is so delicious!” Lin Yu recalled the bland Western food she had while studying abroad and shed happy tears.
Song Qin, having been to Ji Qing Ge in Nancheng with the young lady and Wen Jiu, didn’t react as dramatically as Lin Yu.
Su Yaoyao noticed Wen Jiu opening her phone to watch the production team’s live stream and leaned in as well.
Watching themselves felt a bit strange. Neither Su Yaoyao nor Wen Jiu could treat this as mere “food content”, so they just put down their chopsticks and quietly watched.
“Some netizens said they also want to come pick up lunch. They even said they already found Lin Yu’s company because she introduced it this morning,” Su Yaoyao said, intrigued, calling the other two over to watch.
The four of them gathered around, and the cameraman promptly adjusted the lens.
Viewers saw them watching the live comments and started interacting immediately.
Regardless of whether Su Yaoyao had haters or trolls in the chat, at this moment, not a single negative comment could be seen.
The audience interaction was so enthusiastic that casual viewers overwhelmed the book fans, die-hard fans, haters, and random trolls, leaving only neatly:
[Sister, meal meal, hungry hungry.]
Su Yaoyao’s heart melted.
Feeling the kindness of the world and the cuteness of humanity, her eyes curved into crescent moons with a joyful smile.
“But we might not have enough lunch portions for everyone,” she said, genuinely considering the issue.
After swallowing a fig, Wen Jiu suggested, “We could hold a lottery. Winners can redeem their meal at Ji Qing Ge themselves.”
“Though that way, only viewers in Nancheng and Haicheng, or tourists visiting these cities, could use the voucher.”
Ji Qing Ge didn’t open branches; the location was limited, nothing could be done about that.
Su Yaoyao nodded. “Like the kind of lottery on Weibo?”
“But I won’t handle it live in the stream. I’ll just post it directly on Weibo.”
“Jiujiu, how many portions do you think we should offer?”
Wen Jiu wasn’t sure either. After thinking, she said, “Let’s ask Ji Qing Ge how many portions they can sell in a day. Then we can issue that amount as vouchers, with a redemption period of one month. That way, people not in the same city but nearby still have a chance to come.”
Su Yaoyao’s eyes lit up. “Great, great!”
She called Ji Qing Ge using the internal line.
The Su family had investments in Ji Qing Ge in Haicheng; the Qin family in Nancheng. She could contact both.
200 portions in Nancheng, 300 in Haicheng, 500 vouchers in total.
Among millions of viewers, 500 wasn’t much, but their enthusiasm for food flipped attitudes completely.
Most viewers initially treated the comment thread casually, thinking they’d never really get a chance at the meal.
Once Su Yaoyao announced, “The Weibo lottery has started. Results in 24 hours; check it out,” everyone went wild.
Some petty, low-EQ viewers, seeing only 500 prizes, left sarcastic comments:
[A real rich girl, yet so stingy, only 500?]
[500 portions? Might as well give none. I don’t even care; it’s just a meal. You people are like beggars fighting for scraps.]
But this time, no one stood behind that netizen. A wave of righteous casual viewers came to defend Su Yaoyao.
[Yes yes, you’re amazing, wealth can’t move you. Look at your page, helping everyone fight for good meals, yet looking down on 2,000-yuan lunches!]
[No nonsense, you don’t get to join the lottery.]
[So sour, so sour. Excuse me, is this a lemon tree?]
[Don’t covet other people’s money. She’s only giving five people a chance, none of your business, thanks!]
The Chinese public’s tolerance and protectiveness over food is extreme, especially for gourmet food. Admirers defended Su Yaoyao as she distributed the vouchers.
Wen Jiu thought if the lottery had been for anything else, it might not have had this effect or attracted so many casual defenders.
Lunch ended, and everyone went for a nap.
Lin Yu and Song Qin had work to do; if they didn’t work in the morning, they would in the afternoon.
Wen Jiu and Su Yaoyao didn’t disturb them and ordered afternoon tea for them after the nap.
Milk tea, fruit tea, small cakes, all served in bags for takeaway.
Not only for company staff, but each production crew member also got one.
Viewers: …
[“Envy” is an understatement.]
[I hate that the production team didn’t promote early; I’d have applied to work at Lin Yu’s company sooner!]
[Call them fake besties if you want; I agree. This isn’t friendship, it’s like having the god of wealth + god of the kitchen.]
[Hmph, I’ll camp in the live room, I don’t believe anything more enviable will happen! (Purely well-meaning) (Allies, don’t attack)]
The day’s work ended.
Lin Yu was high-energy; she crammed a day’s work into an afternoon without fatigue.
Song Qin, low-energy, had no strength left for evening outings.
Wen Jiu tilted her head at her, then quietly leaned to her ear, whispering, “Really not going? All expenses covered by the young lady~”
Song Qin struggled up, regrouped, and declared she was ready.
She wasn’t in it for free shopping, she simply liked shopping with the young lady!!!
At the luxury store, the group hadn’t even entered when they were stopped.
The sales clerk, politely masking her arrogance, said, “Sorry, no filming allowed here.
And we can’t accommodate so many people at once. Please enter in batches.”
Su Yaoyao, unaccustomed to luxury stores (usually deliveries were sent to her), was confused. “Jiujiu, are all stores like this?
Or should we just go back and have them deliver it home?”
Luxury brands often sent seasonal deliveries with models showing new items to Su Yaoyao at the Su residence.
Of course, the young ladyes weren’t unfamiliar with shopping, they just hadn’t gone out before, due to Su Yaoyao’s sensitivity and fear of the outside world.
The sales clerk subtly moved the entry barrier, hiding her disdainful gaze while muttering: another rich family coming, but this is brand-level service, not street goods.
Wen Jiu, closest, saw the fleeting contempt in her eyes.
Familiar feeling returned.
Some employees working long at luxury brands treated the brand as their own, scrutinizing every passerby, showing disdain.
Like her pre-transmigration boss, after being in charge for years, she forgot she was also an employee, believing the company belonged to her, exploiting staff.
Or like the former Lin, who acted arrogantly at Chu Corp for years, thinking herself comparable to the legitimate CEO Chu Yan, looking down on new employees.
Wen Jiu decided: “We’re not leaving; we go straight in.”
Su Yaoyao unconditionally agreed: “Okay.”
This time, only Wen Jiu, Su Yaoyao, Lin Yu, and Song Qin entered, compliant with the batch rule, but they were stopped again.
“Sorry, please show your purchase history with the brand.”
In Nancheng, Wen Jiu had accompanied the young lady shopping, never encountering this.
Could this be unique to Haicheng?
She wasn’t sure and didn’t immediately deny it.
Su Yaoyao assumed it was normal, having never gone out, and didn’t feel insulted.
The brand’s service interface displayed a dazzling sequence of purchase numbers on the black-gold membership card, freezing the clerk’s scornful smile.
Wordless, they faced each other, the clerk realized she’d met her match.
Afraid for her job, she became obsequious.
Previously forbidding filming, now she even allowed the cameraman inside. Even with only two allowed, it contrasted sharply with her earlier attitude.
Wen Jiu realized belatedly that even the purchase-check step was deliberately difficult.
Looking at the live stream, she knew the next two days of filming could be skipped, two episodes already provided plenty of content.
Inside the store, Su Yaoyao didn’t need to say anything; the clerk directly brought out limited items.
Whether they needed accessories wasn’t mentioned; all new products were introduced.
Wen Jiu glanced at the clerk’s bag, lost in the elaborate description, unaware of the price.
The live viewers, however, discovered it:
[This bag costs 1.2 million yuan. But it cannot be purchased alone; you must buy other complementary items.]
Su Yaoyao didn’t even blink, taking it.
In addition, she bought everything she liked and divided them among Wen Jiu, Lin Yu, and Song Qin.
At checkout, Su Yaoyao caught Wen Jiu’s eye.
That eager look gave Wen Jiu a subtle premonition.
Seeing Wen Jiu, Su Yaoyao withdrew her gaze. Though Wen Jiu hadn’t said a word, it felt like silent backing. With a slight tilt of her chin, she said, “I don’t want you to pay; I want her to do it.”
She casually pointed to the other clerk, who had been diligently carrying bags but hadn’t spoken a word.
This one looked honest, completely different from the sharp, calculating sales clerk who had blocked Wen Jiu earlier and then switched to excessive flattery.
The honest clerk pointed at herself, stunned. “Me?”
The shrewd clerk obviously wasn’t willing to give up such a big order. She hurriedly squeezed the honest clerk aside. “Miss Su, this isn’t appropriate. She’s an intern. I think…”
“Does what you think matter more, or what I think?” Su Yaoyao cut her off coldly. “I want her to handle the checkout. If you keep blocking me, I’ll file a complaint.”
This time, there wasn’t a shred of politeness in her tone. She didn’t leave the other party even a sliver of dignity.
The shrewd clerk didn’t know Su Yaoyao’s background, but after seeing her spending record, she knew this was someone she absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.
She didn’t dare confront Su Yaoyao head-on anymore. Instead, she could only glare viciously as the honest clerk rang everything up. Roughly calculating the commission the honest clerk would earn from this transaction, jealousy nearly made her eyes pop out of their sockets.
If this had been a recorded show, it might’ve ended there, but unfortunately for her, she didn’t know this was a live broadcast.
Some kind-hearted viewers had already gone off to help file complaints.
Whether you can afford it or not is one thing, complaint calls come first.
At a luxury brand’s customer service department in Haicheng, the phone lines were about to explode. The moment one call ended, another came in immediately.
Every caller was extremely polite, less like complaints, more like people joining in for fun and to boost the numbers.
To avoid unnecessary work, customer service quickly escalated the issue.
In less than half an hour, the brand manager arrived on-site and issued a dismissal notice to the shrewd clerk. Once the official announcement went live on the brand’s website, the complaint calls finally stopped.
What delighted customer service the most was that in one evening, they’d received a full month’s worth of positive feedback.
They didn’t know why, only that their bonus was secured.
After leaving the luxury store, Lin Yu and Song Qin were completely worn out and said they were clocking out.
The four of them changed plans, went to eat, and wrapped up the day’s schedule.
Just as Wen Jiu had predicted, they already had more than enough footage. Day two could be spent lying flat.
Su Yaoyao’s daily life leaned more toward staying home and not going out.
The next day, one of them typed away, while the other lay sprawled on a lounge chair. In the blink of an eye, the entire morning passed.
After watching yesterday’s extravagant lifestyle and then today’s pastoral vibes, the viewers were confused.
[Honestly… not sure if it’s just me, but this life looks even better than yesterday’s.]
[Not an illusion, not at all. When you’re rich, who even goes to work?! I want to lie around like this too, watching sunrises and sunsets, eating and drinking until all worries disappear.]
[My bestie, when are you getting this rich so you can support me too?!]
[I’ve already beaten my best friend for three days straight and she still won’t admit she’s rich. What do I do now?]
[Ms. Wen, Wen Jiu, I’m begging you, let me experience this for two days]
Su Yaoyao stood up and stretched, then turned to Wen Jiu. “Let’s go see Yao Yao tomorrow. We can take her to Sister Yue Ling’s film set.”
Qin Yao and Yue Ling were even closer to each other than Wen Jiu was, so this was feasible.
Both of them were action-oriented. Without waiting for the next day, they set off for Nancheng that afternoon.
Naturally, the production crew followed along in full force.
Hearing that Wen Jiu and Su Yaoyao were coming early to see her, the young lady went out in person to pick them up.
Before leaving, she deliberately chose a dazzling, ocean-toned dreamlike deep-blue Pagani, a brand-new four-seater that could fit three people. Its cool, flashy design was softened by the color and suited her surprisingly well.
The supercar roared to life, leaving a trail of exhaust behind.
From afar, she spotted Wen Jiu and Su Yaoyao. Qin Yao rolled down the window and waved once they drew closer.
“Wen Jiu, Yaoyao, over here.”
Her hair ends fluttered like waves lifted by the sea breeze. She wore oversized black sunglasses on her delicate face, and a sky-blue off-shoulder dress that revealed her smooth, elegant collarbones. Qin Yao pushed the sunglasses up onto her head, revealing eyes as bright as starlight.
Wen Jiu immediately grabbed Su Yaoyao and ran over, shouting excitedly, “Young lady! We’re here!”
Viewers: ???
[Everyone, don’t question it. This is a real young lady. The title checks out, nothing to complain about.]
[I don’t know which big Haicheng tycoon Su Yaoyao is the daughter of, but I know Qin Yao. She’s our boss’s wife, artistically speaking, the CEO’s wife.]
[I know her too! Our group’s young lady. Last time she showed up was at the annual gala, she gave away a 1-million-yuan car as a prize. The next year, everyone worked like maniacs!!]
[Let me formally introduce her: Qin Yao, eldest daughter of the Qin Group. The real pearl in the palm. Yes, that Qin Group, the jewelry one. She’s now the CEO’s wife of the Chu Group. When she got married recently, both groups gave everyone a holiday and red envelopes.]
[Oh, and yes, the Chu Group is also that Chu Group everyone knows.]
[Wait, what?! Two top-tier tycoon families marrying into each other, straight out of a novel?!]
[Also, don’t be fooled by how pretty Miss Qin is. Her husband, President Chu, is absolutely not ugly. A true match of talent and looks]
[Guys, stop marveling at her reincarnation luck and marriage. Look at the live stream! Is this even human language they’re speaking?! I don’t want to be the young lady, I want to be Wen Jiu!]
Wen Jiu sat in the passenger seat while Su Yaoyao climbed into the back.
The former didn’t understand luxury cars at all; the latter could at least chat with the young lady about them.
Wen Jiu listened with one ear in and one ear out, not understanding the specs but summarizing it into one sentence: “So… this car is super expensive, right?”
Even Su Yaoyao looked surprised. That meant it was definitely not cheap.
The young lady rested one hand below the steering wheel and lifted her sunglasses with the other, lowering them back onto her face.
“Just the car itself is about 37 million,” she said casually. “Everything else is extra.”
Su Yaoyao raised her hand to add, “Limited to five units worldwide. Su Tan didn’t get one because he was dumped on a deserted island, he complained about it for ages.”
The young lady still remembered how Su Tan had locked Su Yaoyao in a castle, prompting her and Wen Jiu to fly to Europe to rescue her. She still didn’t have a good impression of him.
Behind the sunglasses, her eyes blinked once. Her tone was light and deliberate, clearly meant for Su Tan watching the live stream. “And I even changed the color. If Su Tan sees it, he’ll probably be unhappy. If he’s unhappy, I’m satisfied.”
Wen Jiu almost wanted to applaud.
This was the young lady, radiant to the core! Even provoking someone was adorable!
The young lady changed the topic. “Do you like it, Wen Jiu? This car.”
“Of course I do! The color scheme you chose is gorgeous,” Wen Jiu replied instantly, her praise flowing without a second thought.
“Good. Then it’s yours.”
“Your show’s ending soon anyway, and you’ll be moving into your renovated place. A new car for a new home, you deserve the best.”
Back then, the young lady hadn’t cared for Wen Jiu quite this deeply. Now, she felt she’d shortchanged her, she should’ve given her an even better house.
The young lady never hid her thoughts. What she felt, she said.
Wen Jiu bit her lower lip. With the camera rolling, she couldn’t secretly wipe away her tears.
Wuwuwu… the young lady is just too good.
“Young lady, I swear I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
“Mhm, I know,” the young lady laughed. “Tell me something I don’t know.” Her laughter drifted into the wind.
Su Yaoyao listened happily from the back seat, cupping her face and smiling along, infected by the warmth of the moment.
Viewers who were still discussing the young lady’s god-tier reincarnation luck: …
Honestly, they could’ve treated the audience like outsiders, gift-giving could’ve been done off-camera. It wasn’t even about flaunting wealth; it just made people want to cry.
This time, it really was a lemon tree.
Unless… they got to experience Wen Jiu’s life.