Chapter Thirty-Four: Nuwa Creates Humanity

Hearing news about Zhou Jingchen should have been a joyful thing, yet Yu Qian’s emotions were rather complicated. It was acceptable that the person she had feelings for came from a good family, but the possibility that he too had been reborn left her uncertain about how to face him.

“Did you all know Zhou Jingchen was also reborn?” she asked in the group chat.

Now she understood why everyone in the Six Realms group was so dismissive of Zhou Jingchen. Yet what she didn’t know was that his rebirth was only a tiny part of their disdain; the real reason lay in the fact that, somehow, he had become Yu Qian’s fated partner—an affinity decreed by the very heavens.

After all, who could be pleased when the cabbage they had carefully nurtured was suddenly uprooted by an unknown pig?

Fuxi tried to respond, somewhat awkwardly, but Yu Qian cut him off—she already understood.

With her emotions still in turmoil, she registered a new account, using the group nickname “Little Fish in Shallow Water.” She didn’t rush to post anything, but instead browsed for a while. The features were nearly identical to the WB of her past life, and everyone who had an activation code was posting excitedly.

Fans were sharing countless photos of their idols, gamers were flooding the feed with screenshots. Even though Yunbo hadn’t officially launched, the atmosphere was as lively as when WB had had hundreds of millions of users.

Zhou Jingchen quickly found Yu Qian’s account and followed her. He didn’t use his verified main account but created a new one, “Deepwater Whale,” planning to observe her quietly.

He waited all day, but Yu Qian posted nothing, which left him a little disappointed. He was aware that his behavior bordered on obsession—after all, he liked a ten-year-old girl, which felt disturbingly close to pedophilia.

But he didn’t see himself that way. Yu Qian was mature in both conduct and thought, and he only liked her—no other children interested him. In fact, other kids her age annoyed him immensely.

The next day, he told himself not to expect anything, but as soon as he opened Yunbo in the office, he saw a new post:

“Happy—I’ve got money now! Time to buy something delicious!”

Indeed, Yu Qian had come into money. She had disguised herself and gone with her father to collect lottery winnings—several tickets had hit, totaling over six million yuan. Even after taxes, she had five million left.

Yu Wen had transferred half of it onto the card Wen Yu had set up for Yu Qian, and just like that, the elementary schooler Yu Qian became a millionaire.

Over two million was a fortune for most people, but for Yu Qian, it was not nearly enough. Winning the lottery couldn’t be a regular thing. She had plenty of ideas for writing novels, but was too busy studying to find the time. That left stock trading as her only real option.

But she was underage, and her parents were far from progressive about stocks, seeing them as little more than a scam. That route was blocked.

“So frustrating! I want to make money trading stocks, but I’m not old enough,” she posted.

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“Just get your mother to do it,” said Demon King Asura.

“They think stocks are a scam, that you’ll go bankrupt. They refuse,” replied Yu Qian.

“Then find a subordinate to act on your behalf,” suggested Queen Mother of the West.

“Not only am I underage, I’m an elementary school student—who would believe me?” Yu Qian lamented.

“Is there really such prejudice about age in the mortal world?” asked Little Cutie Nezha.

“Hey, Nezha, you changed your name!” Yu Qian exclaimed.

“Of course! I’m a good student now!” Nezha boasted.

“She’s studying painting with Gu Kaizhi and the others,” said Lady of the Nine Heavens. “She’s more diligent than ever. Gu Kaizhi and his friends promised to teach her everything if she studies hard.”

“Got it! I just needed a goal!” Yu Qian replied.

Nuwa chimed in, “Qian Qian, if there were someone you could trust completely, would you let that person handle stock trading for you?”

“Absolutely!” Yu Qian answered.

“Then wait for me a moment,” said Nuwa.

A while later, Nuwa returned and asked for a drop of Yu Qian’s blood, then told her to buy some books about stock trading and send them over.

Yu Qian, curious about Nuwa’s intentions, obediently bought a stack of books and sent them. Once Nuwa received the red envelope, she disappeared.

That night, when Yu Qian entered her little grotto, she noticed a woman standing beside Nuwa.

“See? I fashioned her to match your appearance from your previous life,” Nuwa said. “With your blood and Fuxi’s enlightenment, she has her own consciousness, but when you need her, your minds can connect.”

Yu Qian looked at Nuwa in amazement. “So you really can create people!”

Nuwa puffed out her chest in pride. “Of course! Did you think the story of Nuwa creating humans was just a myth?”

Fuxi wrapped his arm around Nuwa and smiled at Yu Qian. “In the old days, she made plenty of clay figures. I thought the mortal world was too quiet, so I granted them spirit—thus the legend that mortals are our descendants.”

“Understood!” Yu Qian circled the clay figure, who was engrossed in her books. “What should I call her? Is she going to help me trade stocks?”

“You choose her name.”

“Hmm… She can take my mother’s surname and be called Wen Xiu. But now everyone needs an identity card; what about her?”

“Don’t worry about that. The moment she enters the mortal world, an identity card will automatically be generated for her, and she’ll appear in the national system,” Fuxi reassured her.

“Yes, that’s right. No need to worry. Just buy her more relevant books—once she’s learned enough, she’ll come find you,” Nuwa added, also reaching out to pat Yu Qian’s head.

“Okay! Thank you, Lady Nuwa and Lord Fuxi! I’ll go back to my lessons now.”

Having received their approval, Yu Qian bounced off to find the sages.

Her studies had progressed rapidly, and she was now in the practice and consolidation stage. Once she developed her own style and could create original work, she would be considered fully trained.

With her Yunbo account, Yu Qian bought a camera and started uploading videos. She filmed her calligraphy, her paintings, her piano playing and dancing. Except for a jazz performance in casual clothes, she wore traditional garments from her family’s shop in every video.

Though she never showed her face, her talent and the elegance of her clothing quickly drew a large following, making her the first influencer on Yunbo.

Fans without Yunbo accounts even created a “Little Fish in Shallow Water” forum, posting declarations of admiration while they waited for Yunbo’s official launch.

As a result, the traditional garments she wore were quickly traced back to her family’s brand, which soared in popularity. The shop’s customer service girl was nearly overwhelmed by the flood of orders during the holiday and urgently called the boss to request more staff.

Yu Wen could hardly believe it when he heard their online shop was overwhelmed during the New Year—how could business be so good? Besides, even if people ordered now, shipping wouldn’t start until after the holiday.

Yu Qian, who knew the reason, watched from the side, stifling her laughter. When she saw her father still bewildered, she finally explained.

“So it’s all because Yunbo became popular, and fans who liked your clothes found our company through you?” Yu Wen tapped the coffee table and asked.

“Yes. In my previous life, Yunbo was hugely popular—many brands and celebrities used it for promotion.”

“So our company can advertise on it too?” Yu Wen was excited at the new opportunity.

“Yes! According to the official site, the app will fully launch on Lantern Festival and everyone can register. There’ll be even more people and more traffic then.” Yu Qian admired her father’s quick thinking.

“But we can’t register now?”

“No, it’s still in closed beta. You need an activation code. I got mine from a contest, I think.”

After hearing this, Yu Wen immediately called Cao Yuan to discuss the matter.