Chapter 110: The Unassuming Simplicity of the Wealthy

The shipper fans were going wild with their countless edits, their short videos cutting and splicing scenes nonstop! They took all the dramas and films she had ever starred in alongside her father and edited them into entire epic love stories! Different video qualities, different filters—they seamlessly mashed everything together! Then they paired it all with those sickly sweet background music tracks that made anyone cringe...

“Ugh, enough already!”

Bai Lu was furious beyond control.

What did she even amount to? Her father, the reigning Emperor of Acting, was practically a legend among immortals. Did she even deserve to be shipped with him?

Absolutely not!

Wait—no, that was her *dad*!

Her *dad*!

Seething with rage, Bai Lu went on a reporting spree, flagging every single post without missing one.

Just as she was in the middle of filing reports, a notification chimed—someone had sent her a private message.

—@OldLu’sCollarboneMole: A toxic fan?

—@LittleLuXiaoBei: ??????

—@OldLu’sCollarboneMole: Just browsed your Weibo. New to the fandom, huh? Let me explain: since our big guy keeps going MIA, life’s been pretty tough for us fans. So the admins tend to turn a blind eye to shipper content as long as they don’t tag the actors directly.

—@LittleLuXiaoBei: The sisters have it rough, huh.

—@OldLu’sCollarboneMole: So don’t bother reporting anymore. Our family doesn’t do the typical fan drama. Shippers can ship however they want; we’re all fans here and no one has the right to stop them. Shippers aren’t inferior, either.

—@LittleLuXiaoBei: Got it.

Curious, Bai Lu clicked on CollarboneMole’s profile and took a peek.

It was like a whole new world had just opened up to this country girl.

Her dad’s collaborations with actresses, his ship with those actresses—that was all totally normal.

Ships like her dad with Lin Daiyu, or her dad with the Queen of the Women’s Kingdom from Journey to the West? She could let those slide.

But Ultraman x her dad? Or her dad x Pikachu? Ships like that???

Bai Lu was stunned.

Sister Ting Xiangxue was clearly starved for content—she could ship anything!

So Bai Lu dove headfirst into her dad’s ship videos.

Of course, anything involving herself? She wouldn’t even look.

It was addictive.

Extremely addictive!

Wrapped in her blanket, Bai Lu burst into strange fits of laughter again and again.

“Lu Xiaolu, are you even going to sleep?” Lu Yiting kicked open his daughter’s bedroom door. “Don’t you know I have to leave early tomorrow morning?”

The video was still playing on her phone.

Bai Lu: “..........”

Her dad was silent for a good ten seconds, veins throbbing wildly at his temples.

“Lu Xiaolu, you really are my little sweetheart! Shipping me to death, huh?”

“It’s not, Dad, let me explain...” Bai Lu took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but it’s really addictive.”

Lu Yiting: “.........”

“Lu Xiaolu, get your ass to bed!”

“Yes, Dad.”

After her dad left, Bai Lu pulled out her phone and continued scrolling through videos.

She kept going until the early hours.

When she finally woke up, it was already afternoon. Her dad was probably nearing his destination.

The apartment felt empty and unbearably quiet.

She reheated some leftovers from the fridge and stayed in the huge place, feeling completely out of sorts.

No one was treating her like a little maid anymore—no orders or commands coming her way.

No one was fighting her over the TV remote.

Being home alone, she didn’t even know what to do with herself.

Two minutes later.

Bai Lu stood in front of apartment 888’s door.

“Aunt Li~ Lu’s back! Do you miss me—”

The door swung open. Their eyes met.

Bai Lu stared at the scarily grim face of the richest man in the city and shivered.

“H-Hello, Mr. Huo.”

Master Yin: “Hmm.”

Bai Lu’s body instantly went into full shutdown mode, but she quickly added, “I’m just here to visit Aunt Li.”

“Aunt Li? She's out buying groceries.” Tang Xing, who had heard the voices, came over with a smile. “Come in and wait; she should be back soon.”

Bai Lu shook her head nervously like a rattle drum. “No, no, Aunt Li’s working. I’d just be disturbing her if I stayed. Uh, Mr. Huo, I won’t keep you. Goodbye!”

She turned and fled.

“Didn’t you say you had a gift for me?”

Bai Lu froze, then slowly turned back, a big question mark appearing on her forehead.

?

The man in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow, looking at Bai Lu then at Tang.

“Did Asui lie to me?”

“No! Asui didn’t lie. I do have a gift for you!” Bai Lu took a deep breath and forced a sweet smile. “Mr. Huo, please wait. I’ll go get it from home.”

As soon as she rounded the corner, Bai Lu pulled out her phone to double-check.

When exactly had she said she was giving a gift to Mr. Huo?

She had bought gifts, but they were for Asui and Assistant Tang.

It was to thank them for all the free coupons they’d handed out during their first trip to Osaka.

“Uh…”

She scrolled back a few days in the chat.

[The invincible, adorable Little White Deer: I bought you guys gifts! You owe me a meal!]

She hadn’t made it clear, but why did Asui think “you guys” meant him and Mr. Huo?

What a massive misunderstanding.

Tsk, immortal men’s comprehension skills really left much to be desired.

No choice—she couldn’t just come clean with Mr. Huo. She had to give him the gift meant for Assistant Tang to smooth things over.

Bai Lu nervously handed the richest man two floral short-sleeve shirts.

“Mr. Huo, please don’t mind. They’re really not expensive.”

She blushed a little.

Giving twenty-dollar market stall shirts to the richest man in the city...

Was there anything more embarrassing?

Mr. Huo picked up the shirts.

“All for me?”

Bai Lu shook her head.

“No, the pink one is for Asui… Asui young master.”

“Not bad.” Mr. Huo actually seemed quite pleased.

Was this the humble heart of the wealthy?

He could afford anything.

Money was no object.

When receiving gifts, he didn’t care about price.

Bai Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Huo, I’m glad you like them. I won’t keep you any longer—”

“Stay. Let’s have a meal together. Consider it a thank-you for your gift.” The richest man said lazily, wheeling himself back inside.

Bai Lu: “.........”

She really wanted to refuse but didn’t dare.

Assistant Tang, help me out here?

“No problem.” Tang Xing lowered his voice. “Asui will be back after finishing work. I can call him to hurry up?”

“Call him now!”

Mr. Huo sat in his wheelchair, Bai Lu on the sofa, facing each other.

The atmosphere was as awkward as could be.

What had she done to deserve this?

Why was she caught up in such a situation?

Bai Lu scratched her head, desperate to come up with a topic.

“Well, Mr. Huo, Asui said you were sighing in Financial City and wouldn’t be back until next week. Why are you back so early?”

“He told you that?”

The completely disfigured face of Mr. Huo betrayed no emotion.

But from his tone, he seemed a little surprised.

Oh no!

Mr. Huo might misunderstand Asui as a loose-lipped chatterbox who spills everything.

Damn it!

She really needed to watch her mouth!