Su Wan was awakened by Xiao Zheng’s call.

His tone was extremely excited, his voice sharp and high-pitched, like a shrill chicken caught by the throat.

“Wan Jie, you have real fans now! You’ve gained several thousand! Actual living people!”

His tone sounded like someone who had never seen the world before.

Su Wan rubbed her dry eyes and sluggishly asked, “What?”

“Not haters, not fake fans, not enemies, not bots, not bought fake followers… Oh my god, these are really real fans!”

Su Wan: “…”

Xiao Zheng was genuinely so moved that he was almost crying: “The private messages aren’t full of insults and ads anymore! I’m so touched!”

Su Wan: “…”

Whether they were real fans or not, she didn’t know, but she did feel sorry for Xiao Zheng.

After Xiao Zheng had shouted enough, Su Wan glanced at the time: it was six in the morning. Usually, she would sleep until she woke up naturally at this hour, but her body had not exercised in a long time, and she was still a bit sluggish.

Xiao Zheng, with tears streaming down his face, exclaimed, “Sister, I knew you were a gem! You could never be overlooked!”

Su Wan: “…Calm down.”

She really wanted to lie in bed, unmoving, and enjoy a carefree moment. Unfortunately, if she didn’t work today, her slightly improved image would take a nosedive again.

Su Wan told herself to just endure for a while longer.

She yawned and quickly washed up. She didn’t eat breakfast at home and took the opportunity to review the script instead.

Li Yang was a light sleeper and had woken up frequently the night before.

He rubbed his brow, put on his glasses, and went to the dining room for breakfast.

On the table was only a single portion of breakfast along with a pair of chopsticks. He looked in the direction of Su Wan’s bedroom and thought to himself that he had heard she had spent the whole day on wires yesterday, so she must still be sound asleep in bed.

Aunt Wang noticed his gaze and smiled, saying, “The lady has already gone to the set. She said she missed a lot of work a few days ago and felt guilty, so she wanted to speed up the workload.”

Li Yang paused in his movements with the chopsticks.

Would Su Wan really be the kind of person to think of others?

He recalled last night, half asleep, when he seemed to see her delicate figure standing in the pouring rain, gazing at the black car as it drove away.

A faint smile graced her lips.

Since waking up that day, it was as if she had become a different person.

“…”

Li Yang responded coldly with a “Hmm,” not picking up the conversation.

…

Accidentally awakened by Xiao Zheng, Su Wan couldn’t fall back asleep, so she went to the set early. In the car, she drowsily said to Xiao Zheng, “Remember to reward everyone today; have someone buy more breakfast.”

“Don’t worry, I already sent someone to do that. We’ll arrive just in time.”

Su Wan replied with an “Oh” and continued to rest her eyes.

Xiao Zheng, sitting beside her, was fidgety, twisting around like a worm. Su Wan, with her eyes closed, asked, “What are you doing?”

Gathering his courage, Xiao Zheng cautiously asked, “Sister, can I read the script to you? I heard Director Meng hates it when actors can’t deliver their lines.”

Su Wan didn’t even open her eyes.

“No need. I have a good memory.”

Xiao Zheng hesitated, about to muster more courage to persuade her when the car gradually came to a stop.

They had arrived.

The weather today was just right, with a deep azure stretching out toward the horizon, and a cool but gentle breeze rustling the fake branches, making it look quite lovely.

Director Meng had just arrived and unexpectedly ran into Su Wan.

“Hey, so early?”