Chapter 4: Exploding Online, Landing on the Trending List

#Wen Lingyue Sleep Aid#
#Relief for Insomniacs#
#Sleep-Inducing Masterpiece, Guaranteed to Knock You Out#

A lullaby swept across the internet, and even though it was supposed to be a sleep-inducing masterpiece, it shocked countless netizens who suddenly found themselves unable to sleep in the middle of the night.

Xu Lu was one of them. As a busy worker, anxiety and insomnia were nothing new. She initially assumed the lullaby trending online was just another publicity stunt from some music company—but after listening to it, she actually felt sleepy!

If it weren’t for her roommate calling her, she could have fallen asleep on the spot.

Startled, she quickly downloaded the lullaby and even backed it up on her cloud drive.

She had made up her mind: this lullaby would be her ultimate music!

She wanted it to be played for her even after death.

“Almost cried after listening—I’d like to call Wen Lingyue a living Bodhisattva!”
“Who understands? My dad’s getting older and plagued with illness. I let him listen to this, and he fell asleep immediately.”
“I used it to calm my child, and we both fell asleep… Only my husband woke me up.”

The lullaby went viral overnight, topping major music charts.

Many netizens were amazed to realize:

“I’ve seen this Wen Lingyue before!”

“Isn’t she the performer from Phoenix Cry?!”
“Isn’t this the streamer Wen Lingyue?! I was just amazed by her dance a few days ago, and now she’s giving us a lullaby?!”
“Go watch Phoenix Cry immediately!”

Even netizens who first experienced her sleep-aid stream were shocked.

She wasn’t just a sleep-aid streamer—she was also the champion of the Lingcheng Dance Competition!

“Beautiful!”
“The dance is breathtaking.”
“No wonder she won the championship. That dance was too gorgeous.”

After the lullaby, Phoenix Cry quickly soared onto the trending charts.

#Phoenix Cry Wen Lingyue#
#Wen Lingyue Champion#
#Lingcheng Dance Competition Champion#

The organizers of the Lingcheng Dance Competition were stunned.

The competition had ended several days ago, and yet overnight, they were trending?!

Xingyu Media Building

Zhao Desheng, head of the media division, personally poured tea for Wen Lingyue.

Wen Lingyue remained expressionless:
“Mr. Zhao, you can really bend and stretch. A couple of days ago, you threatened me that failing the bet would be my death sentence.”

Zhao Desheng broke out in a cold sweat—

He never imagined that in just three days, a seemingly doomed bet could be turned around by Wen Lingyue.

That one lullaby alone, aside from everything else, had copyrights valued in the billions!

Xingyu CEO Han Jingkang glanced at Zhao Desheng:
“Mr. Zhao, you’re short-sighted. You didn’t realize Miss Wen had already planned this.”

The betting agreement lasted three months, and Wen Lingyue had had victory in hand all along. Waiting until now to act meant she had a well-laid plan. Yet only a fool like Zhao Desheng was still arrogant.

Wen Lingyue lowered her gaze:
“Now, it’s time for Xingyu to fulfill its part of the agreement.”

She had won the bet. According to the agreement, Xingyu owed her 3% of its shares.

Zhao Desheng’s face instantly froze.

Han Jingkang was silent for a moment:
“Xingyu will honor the terms of the agreement.”

They could refuse—but first, the agreement was legally binding; second, the lullaby was worth that much, and the copyrights were still in Wen Lingyue’s hands; third…

They believed in Wen Lingyue.

Someone like her was no ordinary talent.

Wen Lingyue stood:
“I’ll have my lawyer coordinate the handover.”

Then she looked at Zhao Desheng:
“As a newcomer, I signed the bet agreement—was this all Jiang Yurou’s idea?”

For a moment, the conference room fell eerily silent.

Time seemed to stretch, until Han Jingkang spoke:
“Mr. Zhao, you’ve been working hard lately. Why not take a proper rest?”

The popularity of the lullaby continued to rise online.

Daily plays ranked first across all platforms.
Phoenix Cry’s views surpassed 100 million.

Wen Lingyue became an overnight sensation, receiving countless invitations.

She refused them all. That evening, after quietly finishing her dance practice, she started her live stream again.

As the stream went live, the page stuttered briefly, then online viewers surged to 100,000—and kept skyrocketing.

Wen Lingyue smiled slightly:
“How’s everyone sleeping lately?”

The live audience felt a shiver from her direct charm.

[Sleeping very well, but even better if I could sleep hugging Wife Lingyue]
[What?! How do you know I hug the streamer at night?!]

“….”

Wen Lingyue paused. Clearly, she had started the stream incorrectly.

With viewers still climbing, she officially began:
“Welcome to the live stream. I’m Lingyue, here for online hypnosis.”

The audience erupted:

[The wooden fish should appear now]
[Bring out the lullaby]

Everyone eagerly awaited Wen Lingyue to take out the wooden fish.

“This time, the sleep aid tool is—calming incense.”

The camera lowered, revealing a row of jars and bottles before the viewers.

Old and new viewers were confused.

“I thought this was a sleep-aid stream… why are we making incense?”
“I make incense professionally; the current calming incense isn’t very effective. Better to stick with the lullaby.”
“Want the lullaby +1”

Wen Lingyue responded to the comments:
“This calming incense combines several medicinal ingredients, and its effect is even better than the lullaby. After making it, I’ll randomly send some to viewers so everyone can experience it firsthand.”

Then she began making the incense.

Delicate hands ground the agarwood into fine powder, blending it with herbs like fresh angelica and night-blooming jasmine, mixed with water, kneading it into a paste…

Her movements were fluid, calm, and soothing.

[Classical beauty personified. Wen Lingyue truly trained in classical dance.]
[The technique is so professional.]
[There’s an incense company in Lingcheng—I wonder if Wen Lingyue knows them.]

Wen Lingyue placed the incense paste into molds, glanced at the chat, and remained silent.

The Jiang family had made a fortune from incense. Years ago, they had a respected position in the industry. But as competition intensified, the company’s profits declined.

This particular incense formula was developed by her in her past life for the Jiang family.

It was the first formula with a clear sleep-inducing effect, bringing huge profits.

However—

The credit for its creation had been given to Jiang Yurou.

She asked her parents, but they said it didn’t matter—names were irrelevant in the family.

Even her gentle and kind elder brother advised her not to make a fuss.

Even company staff believed this incense was Jiang Yurou’s creation, and that she would be a petty thief if she claimed it.

Memories of the past kept surfacing, and Wen Lingyue’s hands moved without pause, placing the shaped incense sticks into nets.

“Once lit, this calming incense allows a full night of sleep. We will randomly send some to lucky viewers.”

[Millions watching live, and you’re giving to just a few?!]
[They must not trust the incense works, so they’re sending so little.]
[Play the lullaby, I don’t believe in the incense.]

“Doesn’t work?”

Wen Lingyue raised an eyebrow:
“This incense is called—Into Dreams.”
“The formula is already patented.”
“Light it.”
“It will take you into dreamland.”