Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Balance

In the original host’s memories, she had zero acting skill and zero professional ability. Misfortune clung to her. Anything she participated in would flop, and even the entire crew would be dragged into bad luck until she became hated across the internet.

Now netizens urged her daily to quit and stop harming others.

As for the “inheriting the family estate” she’d thrown at Xu Zhong Qin—

That had been nothing but a guess, based on his reaction.

The original host’s memories contained no mention of parents.

So there was no such thing as inheriting a family business.

Qiao Qing Yan also hadn’t missed the way Xu Zhong Qin had scrutinized her earlier. In the original host’s memories, she’d been scouted by Ju Hui. After entering, the company had pushed her hard for a while.

The results were never good.

Now the original host didn’t have much money at all.

Over the past few years, she’d basically spent everything she earned.

Between the company’s stingy split and the house full of luxury goods and that drawer stuffed with credit cards…

No wonder Wu Lan believed the original host couldn’t bear to quit. In the end, even the house she lived in was owned by the company.

As long as she stayed in the industry and kept her heat—black-red or otherwise—she still had income.

But Qiao Qing Yan wasn’t the original host.

Thinking of the stack of bank statements mailed to the house, Qiao Qing Yan rubbed her forehead.

Right now, she really was broke.

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Capital

“Oh, Young Master Fu.” A laughing voice carried through the hotel suite. “What happened to you? Did you get slept with?”

Fu Yan Shi had just changed into the clothes his frenemy sent over. When he walked out of the room, the red marks on his neck were exposed—whether by accident or on purpose, it was hard to tell.

Xie You Lin spotted them at once.

He leaned in, inspecting like a man who’d stumbled across a rare artifact. “No way. Those are kiss marks.”

He whistled low. “Young Master Fu, what kind of wild cat did you go provoke? That’s vicious.”

Fu Yan Shi hadn’t notified his agent. He didn’t want to listen to nagging.

At this moment, he almost thought it would’ve been better to have the agent deliver the clothes.

Xie You Lin tipped his chin toward the bank card on the table. “Is that your card?”

He didn’t remember Fu Yan Shi carrying anything that ordinary.

Could it be the little wild cat had left it behind last night?

He widened his eyes theatrically. “Young Master Fu, don’t tell me you got slept with and then she—”

“Hahahahaha!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Xie You Lin practically doubled over. He really hadn’t expected the proud, untouchable Young Master Fu to have a day like this.

“Come on.” He snatched up the card, already pulling out his phone. “Let me see how much that wild cat left our Young Master Fu.”

Fu Yan Shi didn’t stop him.

He wanted to know too.

A few minutes later, Xie You Lin stared at the balance on-screen and then looked up at Fu Yan Shi with a complicated expression—half pity, half admiration.

That look made Fu Yan Shi’s patience thin. “How much?”

Xie You Lin shoved the phone at him and patted his shoulder with fake sympathy. “Brother Shi, it’s fine. The first time you weren’t familiar with it—that’s normal. We can practice slowly. One day, you’ll definitely conquer that wild cat.”

“A lot of people, their first time, they—”

Fu Yan Shi shot him a look that could’ve frozen blood.

Then he saw the screen.

Your balance: 0.10.

For a second, he actually laughed.

He now seriously suspected that if 0.10 couldn’t be withdrawn, the balance would’ve been zero.

Xie You Lin tried again, determined to be supportive. “Brother Shi, don’t be sad. At least it’s 0.10 and not zero. Right…”

Fu Yan Shi’s gaze sharpened. He would’ve rather it had been zero.