Chapter 13: The Hidden Millionaire (For Xuancat’s Bonus Chapter)

**Chen Chen, Come Home for Dinner:** “It seems that on the Rongguang Agency’s website, you can throw rotten eggs at the trainees.”

**Chen Chen is My Male God:** “Let’s go! [Han Chen’s Blushing Face].”

**Chen Chen, I Want to Have Your Babies:** “Let’s go together, la la la, [Han Chen’s Blushing Face].”

Rongguang Agency really went all out in promoting these trainees. Each trainee’s personal page was meticulously designed: the more flowers, jewelry, and luxury cars fans sent, the more extravagant the homepage became. Su Che’s page, for instance, was already as luxurious as a European palace.

On the other hand, if fans threw rotten eggs, tomatoes, or tear gas, the page would become miserable. Jian Han’s original page, for example, was just a simple little shack. This was because she had neither fans nor haters.

The next morning, when Fang Hui logged into Rongguang Agency’s official website and habitually clicked on Jian Han’s personal page, he was so shocked that he stood up immediately.

The once serene landscape of mountains and rivers had turned black and white. In the center of the screen was a lone grave, which stirred feelings of sorrow.

Rongguang’s design team had thoughtfully added a scrolling text that slowly appeared on the screen:

**”You have grown so strong that you no longer need fans. The spit of your haters makes you even stronger. Amid the scorn of millions—fight back! This scenery here is uniquely beautiful!”**

The phrase “This scenery here is uniquely beautiful” lingered on the screen for a long time, sitting above the grave. Then, the word “this” fell, followed by “scenery” and then “unique” disappeared, leaving only the word “beautiful” behind, which looked like a wide, laughing mouth.

Was this even fun anymore?!

Fang Hui’s face darkened as he looked at Jian Han’s fan engagement score. He quickly calculated that in just one night, the haters had thrown virtual items worth over 10,000 yuan.

…

Jian Han couldn’t sleep past 4 a.m., staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, her mind filled with images of her grandparents. Were they kind and gentle? Was her father stern? Her mother, from her voice on the phone, seemed like a very gentle woman.

Her eldest brother must be a protective and dignified person. Her second brother was probably more lively and mischievous but easier to get along with.

With these warm thoughts of her family, Jian Han finally waited for morning. She jumped out of bed, getting ready quickly. She chose a youthful denim overall dress, tied her hair into a ponytail, and clipped a light blue star hairpin onto her bangs. She looked fresh, sweet, and adorable—perfect for winning over the elders.

She carefully packed the gifts for her family and sat obediently on the sofa, watching the clock on the opposite wall without blinking, feeling like the second hand was moving as slowly as the hour hand.

Finally, at 8 a.m. sharp, the doorbell rang. Jian Han jumped off the sofa, rushed to the door, and opened it to see a young man standing there. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tall and handsome, with diamond cufflinks gleaming on his slightly raised wrist.

Jian Han beamed. “Good morning, big brother!”

Du Ziming raised an eyebrow, stepped back, and glanced at the door number before looking again at the radiant girl in front of him. Calmly, he said, “Good morning.”

Jian Han stepped aside and warmly invited him in, “Come in and have some water first.”

Du Ziming took another step back, doubting if he had opened the door correctly.

He blinked, confirming that her smile hadn’t faded, then cleared his throat. “No need, let’s go. I’ll take you home, and I still have to get to work.”

Jian Han cheerfully agreed, “Okay! Let me grab my things, and we’ll go!”

She hurried back inside, grabbing the bags of gifts. “Alright, let’s go!”

Du Ziming glanced at the bags in her hands, turned, and led the way to the elevator. Once inside, he couldn’t help but ask, “Where do you think you’re going with all those things?”

Though Du Ziming knew that Auntie Guan would be thrilled to see Jian Han, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have her stay a bit longer to make Auntie Guan even happier.

Jian Han smiled sweetly and patted the bags. “These are gifts for everyone!”

Du Ziming: “…”

He seriously doubted whether he was still dreaming. Everything seemed surreal. Jian Han, who had always been filled with resentment, angry at the world and her parents, had once shredded the clothes they sent her and thrown them on the street, wanting no part in their relationship.

How had she changed so suddenly? It was already shocking enough that she agreed to visit Auntie Guan’s house, and now she was bringing gifts?

Du Ziming was lost in thought until Jian Han reminded him they had arrived on the first floor. Today, he had driven a sleek black Benz, and he hurried to open the back door for her. Once she was seated, he got behind the wheel.

As they drove, Du Ziming quietly observed her through the rearview mirror. She seemed excited, sitting up straight and glancing out the windshield, as if eagerly awaiting this reunion.

They soon reached the mid-level villa, and the black iron gates slowly lifted. They drove down a tree-lined path for another two kilometers before stopping in front of a white house.

Du Ziming pressed the door button and turned to Jian Han with a gentle smile. “Alright, I won’t go in with you.”

Jian Han had already opened the car door and was halfway out when she heard this. She responded quickly, “No need, no need. We’re all family—there’s no need to be formal. You should hurry off to work; don’t be late, or it’ll be bad if your boss docks your pay!”

Before Du Ziming could reply, Jian Han swiftly got out of the car.

Du Ziming rubbed his nose, thinking to himself, “She really hasn’t changed—still unaware that I’m the boss of my company.”

He quickly brushed off the thought and started the car, already focusing on the upcoming meeting. As the CEO of a listed company, he was used to making the most of every spare moment.

Jian Han stood before the white villa, looking up at the European-style building. Each room on the second floor had a terrace, and the white curtains, gently swaying in the breeze, were like something out of a girl’s secret princess dream.

Eagerly, she stepped toward the house. But the closer she got to the door, the slower her steps became. Suddenly, she worried—what if her grandparents weren’t kind and loving? What if they didn’t like her?

Her footsteps finally halted. At that moment, the front door opened from the inside, and a slender woman in a blue chiffon dress rushed out. She stopped just before Jian Han, looking at her timidly. She hesitated, as if wanting to reach out but not daring to, and called out in a soft, pleading voice: “Han Han—”