Chapter 93 All the Lucky Fools I Met Today

Zhou Wan was seething with rage over Qi Zhengqing’s actions. As for his words, she didn’t take them to heart in the slightest. Her tone was indifferent as she spoke, “It doesn’t matter. He can live well enough on fifty thousand a month, and three thousand is enough to cover expenses. By his standards, with my current savings, I could support him for a hundred years. If you’re so capable, try killing me first.”

She used to think Qi Zhengqing was broad-minded, graceful, courteous, and a bit of a cynic. But today, his conduct left her feeling nothing but a sharp sense of dissonance. A grown man, and yet he could be this rude! And this was when they weren’t even together—if they were, his possessiveness and need for control would be terrifying. Shen Xian was much better: he respected boundaries, was elegant, gentle, and attentive.

Unconsciously, Shen Xian’s presence made Zhou Wan feel that everyone she met paled in comparison. Of course, the exception was the Postman. To this day, she still believed the Postman was perfect. Not having met in person allowed her to put him on a pedestal, gilded in her mind. When the day came that she learned the Postman was Shen Xian, her love for him would surely explode exponentially.

Hearing Zhou Wan’s words, Qi Zhengqing, for the first time, understood what it meant to be blinded by rage. His eyes reddened, and he felt an overwhelming fury churning inside him. The woman he had pursued so earnestly, whom he had genuinely cared for, now liked another man?

In what way was he inferior to Shen Xian? He had family background, looks, education—everything. And Shen Xian? According to the background he’d investigated, Shen Xian was just an orphan. Until the age of ten, he grew up in a small mountain village, eating plain steamed buns and water for every meal, only tasting meat once a year at New Year. After turning ten, he grew up in an orphanage. Qi Zhengqing saw the difference between himself and Shen Xian as the distance between heaven and earth. Shen Xian would never catch up to him in his lifetime.

In Qi Zhengqing’s eyes, people like Shen Xian were nothing but scraps—no, not even scraps, just dirt, barely enough to provide meager nourishment for their class. And yet? The woman he could not win after so long now liked Shen Xian. A man who could only offer the barest nourishment had stolen his woman—how could he tolerate that?

“Zhou Wan, whatever you want, I can give you. Yet you choose to like a worthless man like that!” Qi Zhengqing’s gaze was sharp as knives, his voice icy.

Zhou Wan’s eyes were equally cold, not intimidated in the least. “Qi Zhengqing, watch your language!”

“Compared to Shen Xian, I think you’re the real garbage!” she retorted.

Qi Zhengqing nodded. “Very well. We’ll see. Just watch how I destroy him, bit by bit!”

Leaving the backstage area, Qi Zhengqing beckoned, and a man hurried over. “Who’s singing on Ning Cai’s side today?”

The man pulled a program list from his pocket and replied, “A singer named Liu Sheng. He got his start on a talent show.”

“How’s his relationship with Shen Xian?” Qi Zhengqing asked.

“They’re close. When ‘King of Singers’ aired, Shen Xian sat with Liu Sheng the whole time. According to Wu Fan, Liu Sheng has even had meals with Shen Xian. Also, it seems the Postman was signed by Shen Xian’s studio. Most likely, the song Liu Sheng will sing today was written by the Postman.”

“Good. Ruin Liu Sheng. Make sure his performance is a disaster.”

“Understood.” The man bowed his head and hurried off, frowning as he pondered how to carry out his orders.

Backstage, after Qi Zhengqing left, Liu Ruyun entered. Zhou Wan glanced up at her, and Liu Ruyun returned the look. Their gazes briefly collided in the air. For some reason, Liu Ruyun sensed a hint of hostility in Zhou Wan’s eyes. But she had no idea where such animosity could come from.

“Does Diva Zhou have a problem with me?” Liu Ruyun suddenly asked.

Yes. I think you’re blind, ungrateful, and a fool. Shen Xian is such a wonderful person, and you actually gave him up.

Zhou Wan shook her head, too lazy to respond.

Liu Ruyun stared at Zhou Wan, unable to hide the envy, jealousy, and resentment in her eyes. They were both women—so why was Zhou Wan so beautiful, so curvy, with such fair skin, and… so well-endowed?

Liu Ruyun considered her own figure to be quite ample, too. But compared to Zhou Wan, she felt she hadn’t developed quite enough in adolescence. People always said slender vines couldn’t bear large fruit, and yet Zhou Wan wasn’t fat or thin. How did she end up so blessed? Liu Ruyun couldn’t figure it out, but she was jealous.

Why did the Qi family’s young master like her so much? Even Chen Feng, who was supposed to be her man, looked at Zhou Wan with such desire—what was that all about?

“Diva Zhou’s attitude toward me is rather cold—is this the legendary senior oppressing the newcomer?” Liu Ruyun’s words were direct and cutting.

What the hell? When have I ever suppressed you?

“Miss Liu, please be responsible for your words. We’ve hardly even met—when have I ever oppressed you?” Zhou Wan nearly leaped up in exasperation. Did she leave the house under the wrong sign today? First Qi Zhengqing, and now this Liu Ruyun.

Liu Ruyun spoke coolly, “Other senior artists in the entertainment industry, no matter how famous or accomplished, always offer me some encouragement and recognition. But you haven’t. Your attitude is not what a diva should display.”

Zhou Wan couldn’t help but laugh from sheer annoyance. What’s wrong with this woman? Trying to manipulate me?

“Why should I encourage you?” Zhou Wan’s rebellious streak flared. “Are we close? Or is it my duty?”

“Miss Liu, if you want to make yourself known, that’s fine, but don’t try it with me—you’ll only make yourself look ridiculous!”

Liu Ruyun was infuriated. “You only became famous a little earlier and look a little better, so what are you so proud of? Just wait—one day I’ll surpass you, and then you’ll have to look up to me!”

Zhou Wan lost all interest in continuing the conversation. “Fine, let’s talk about it when that day comes.”

Clenching her fists, Liu Ruyun resolved that she must contact the Postman as soon as she got back. Only with the Postman’s help could she surpass Zhou Wan!

After sitting down, Zhou Wan sent a message to Shen Xian: “I really don’t like this event at all. I want to leave—there are too many idiots here!”

Shen Xian replied instantly: “I feel the same way. I’ll be leaving soon, too.”

At eleven fifty, ten minutes before the wedding was to officially begin, nearly all the guests had arrived. The hall was packed, every table filled.

Shen Xian was sharing a table with others. There were already nine people at the table, including him, leaving just one seat unoccupied. He barely knew any of the others.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Shen Xian was looking at his phone when a gentle, cultured female voice spoke.

“No,” he replied without looking up.

The woman sat down, and before Shen Xian even glanced her way, a delicate fragrance drifted toward him.