After a Top Idol Married the Sickly Young Master of a Wealthy Family to Bring Him Good Luck - Chapter 5

The situation had reversed once again.

One side rejoiced while the other grieved; the rival found luck while I fell into misfortune.

Yu Zhihan’s fans were about to explode, teeth itching with hatred.

[Backstabbing Yuyu? Do you have no shame?]

[Just unfollow already. Don’t come near him; you’ve let Yuyu down too much.]

[You’ve never done data tasks, never boosted the charts, and you have so many other favorites—what kind of fan are you? Feels like just a passerby fan with a good impression at best.]

[I’m f****ng done. What kind of eight lifetimes of bad luck did Yuyu have to run into a fan like “Sui Sui’s Little Rice Cake”? Getting bled dry, getting exploited—f****ng jinxed.】

[Honestly, if you’re even human, you couldn’t possibly fan both Pei Xinglu and Yu Zhihan at the same time. And if you have a brain, you definitely wouldn’t go out in public proudly identifying as a dual-stanning fan. Suisui’s Little Rice Cake, I shall call you a warrior. [Lighting a cigarette.jpg]]

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While Yu Zhihan’s fans were busy spitting curses and venting their dissatisfaction, Pei Xinglu’s fans were setting off virtual firecrackers and beating drums as if it were the New Year. On one hand, they were tagging Pei Xinglu under the official movie account to demand the 30-billion-box-office benefits; on the other, they were joyfully creating achievement charts and had plenty of energy left to help Suisui’s Little Rice Cake fight back.

Indeed, Suisui’s Little Rice Cake had become the great hero.

Pei’s fans affectionately referred to them as “Little Rice Cake.”

[Where’s the backstabbing? Little Rice Cake just watched a movie in their spare time and wrote a review. It’s just that the quality of the review was so high it caused the movie to break 30 billion, that’s all]

[Which law states that if you like Yu Zhihan, you can’t like Pei Xinglu anymore? Hmm?]

[Little Rice Cake, you’ve been expelled from the fan club by the rivals, boohoo.]

[Oh my, your family’s Yuyu didn’t he say it? Chasing stars is for happiness, liking whoever you want is a freedom]

[Yikes, the audacity [Screenshot]. Little Rice Cake is universal, a multi-stanner with countless favorites. Besides Pei-ge and Salted Fish, they’ve also strayed to Chen Er, Lu Xinyang, Xue Yingtong, and others. Are you guys going to chase them down one by one and solemnly tell them they can only like Salted Fish?]

[Damn, truly f***ing double standards.]

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The battle between the two factions intensified, showing a momentum of fighting to the death.

Passersby were enjoying the drama immensely, and some thoughtful netizens even created a timeline of events.

Ling Suiyao’s private messages were nearly exploding, filled with interrogations and insults from Yu Zhihan’s fans—some escalating to personal attacks that were unbearable to look at. There were also messages from Pei Xinglu’s fans sending thanks and blessings, or expressing apologies for their previous inappropriate remarks.

In the past, Ling Suiyao had always been a quiet fan, letting himself go on his secondary account without mingling in fan circles or joining groups. Last night, unable to stand seeing Pei Xinglu being slandered, he replied with a few sentences. He hadn’t expected the matter to evolve to this extent.

His heart was conflicted, thinking about whether he should just delete this account and apply for a new one.

Just then, a notification flashed on Weibo.

Pei Xinglu V followed you.

Huh??

Ling Suiyao’s eyes widened.

Soon, another Weibo post appeared.

Pei Xinglu V: [Image] @Suisui’s Little Rice Cake, if you need help, I can provide it. Direct message me, no need to be polite.

The image was a WeChat reply from his team’s lawyer regarding the filing standards for cyberbullying and the regulations for punishment.

Ling Suiyao read the post several times, biting the rim of his glass. His heart was filled with joy and a bit of excitement; he couldn’t help but grin foolishly, nearly hitting his front teeth on the glass.

He really hadn’t followed the wrong person!

Since Pei-ge had said so, Ling Suiyao felt he should also pull himself together and not hold him back.

After thinking for a moment, he screenshotted the private message interface, edited a post, and published an “essay.”

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake V: [Screenshot] If you send me messages like this again, I will sue.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake V: I became a fan of Yuyu five years ago because I liked the scholar he played in Prosperity Like a Dream, and I liked his gentle, “neighborly older brother” vibe in variety shows. I became a fan of Pei-ge last November, catching up on all of Pei-ge’s dramas and variety shows starting from The Nine Rings.

I’ve heard that the two sides don’t get along. But for personal reasons, my access to the internet is intermittent. Usually, I only watch dramas and shows and don’t pay attention to offline events or trending searches. I only found out today about the so-called grievance from a talent show seven years ago, and only today did I realize the severity of being a dual-stan of both Pei Xinglu and Yu Zhihan.

I didn’t expect things to tear apart like this. My apologies. I will be careful in the future, choosing my words and actions wisely to avoid landmines. I hope everyone stops fighting and stops sending me private messages. Let’s end it here.

Finally, Pei-ge’s fans don’t need to come and thank me anymore. The box office breaking 30 billion is not my credit; it’s because the quality of the film itself is excellent, and because of the hard work of the entire crew. I just wrote a review.

Ling Suiyao did a final check to ensure there were no typos, clicked publish, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just wrote a review,’ Oh, Little Rice Cake is too humble! Without that review, we wouldn’t have reached 30 billion so quickly!”

In a private room of a restaurant in City B, Director Li Rong read the essay aloud with rhythmic emphasis, laughing heartily and letting out a wine-induced burp. “Xiao Pei, we owe it to this fan of yours.”

Pei Xinglu scrolled through the newly published post and gave it a like. His movements were nonchalant, his lashes lowered to cast a shadow, but a hint of a smile finally appeared in his dark eyes.

In last night’s Weibo posts, the way the person argued with others felt like a slow-speaking, serious little rabbit—the kind that would cry tears of frustration if they couldn’t win an argument.

Today, however, they had given him two surprises.

First was the film review. Humility was one thing, but the facts were right there. Being able to reignite the audience’s passion with words when the film had already lost its novelty, making them willing to spend real money at the cinema, was true talent.

Second was the essay. He completely didn’t expect a long, sprawling piece where every line revealed resilience, dignity, and a refusal to be overbearing or humble.

The director and the others were so happy that they opened another bottle of wine.

“2.9 billion and 3.0 billion—they sound completely different!”

“Right, right. 29 feels a bit blocked, like it’s missing a breath. 30 instantly feels vast.”

“Come, come, everyone cheers! Celebrate Ding Feng Bo reaching a new peak!

“Xiao Pei, everyone is happy today, won’t you have some?”

Pei Xinglu waved his hand and filled his empty glass with orange juice.

Pei Xinglu detested alcohol. Seven years ago, when he first debuted, he was forced to socialize and ended up hospitalized in the middle of the night. Since then, no matter who tried to persuade him, he didn’t touch a drop.

The director didn’t push further. “Alright, everyone, raise your glasses, let’s take a photo!”

A minute later, the photo was uploaded to the official blog.

@Movie Ding Feng Bo: [Image] Congratulations to Ding Feng Bo for breaking 30 billion at the box office! Thank you for the company along the way! See you in the livestream room tomorrow at 7:30 PM! (P.S. We warmly welcome everyone to suggest 30-billion box office benefits! [Smirking.jpg])

[Flowers everywhere! Congrats on the perfect wrap-up for Ding Feng Bo! Looking forward to the streaming release!]

[Ahhh! Heavens! Can I dream of Pei-ge doing a song and dance?]

[Boohoo, is no one asking for an abs photo? QAQ]

[Wet! Body! Temptation!]

[Damn, you guys want to die? Getting close to the edge will get us banned! Put some pants on.]

[Let Little Rice Cake suggest it, Little Rice Cake!]

Ling Suiyao received countless more private messages.

Once that essay was posted, the number of people coming to insult him indeed decreased. Now, the private messages were mostly from Pei Xinglu’s fans, suggesting what benefits he should ask for in the livestream tomorrow.

The most frequent suggestions were singing/dancing and abs photos.

Some fans completely let themselves go, rolling around on the spot and wildly making suggestive comments.

It made Ling Suiyao’s face turn red.

There were too many messages to reply to, so Ling Suiyao simply logged out.

Suddenly, another notification chimed.

It was from a mutual follower.

Pei Xinglu: If there are too many private messages, you can turn off the function.

Ling Suiyao felt that their relationship had seemingly grown much closer on another level, and he was incredibly happy.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Thank you, Pei-ge.

Pei Xinglu: You’re welcome. If there’s more cyberbullying in the future, sue them directly. Don’t be afraid; they just bully the weak and fear the strong.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Mm-hmm, okay! [Obeying the Boss.jpg]

A little rabbit hopped out, saluting properly, its big, round eyes kind and extremely well-behaved.

Pei Xinglu took a sip of orange juice and looked at the emoji for a few extra seconds.

Pei Xinglu: I looked at your space. You’ve followed Yu Zhihan for nearly three years. When you posted that review, did you not consider that it would make things awkward for that side?

Ling Suiyao froze when he saw the message.

How should he put it?

He really had just finished watching the movie and wrote the review on a whim.

He had considered that at this juncture, it might cause a shock to the other side’s fans.

But he posted it anyway.

Several minutes passed without a reply.

It seemed he was quite conflicted.

Pei Xinglu shared a glass with the already somewhat drunk director.

“Xiao Pei, I recommended you to the producer of Zhe Dao Xing. You must do your best to win the male lead role. This is a massive production with a huge budget; it will definitely be a hit!”

“Whether it’s a hit or not mostly depends on the quality of the show. It’s too early to say.” Pei Xinglu shifted back a bit to avoid the director’s alcoholic breath.

The director looked like he knew something secret. “With the original author overseeing it and Maisui Media producing, it can’t be bad! I heard that President Ling of Maisui Media cares a lot about this drama, and the two of them seem to have a very close relationship…”

The Weibo notification sound rang.

Pei Xinglu didn’t hear a word of what the director said afterward.

Because Suisui’s Little Rice Cake had posted another “essay.”

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: I considered it, but I posted it anyway.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Pei-ge has too many anti-fans. Although Yu Zhihan’s Weibo helped me out of a bind, it inadvertently pointed the spearhead at Pei-ge. The anti-fans were steering the narrative, mocking you for having a small mind or being uncultured and so on (not including me!). And then there were so many random rumors.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: I wanted to use the heat to shift everyone’s attention. But Pei-ge, I really did just finish Ding Feng Bo, and I posted it because I thought it was good—really, especially good!

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Regarding the other side, I feel quite bad, too. But with so many arguments and rights and wrongs, I really couldn’t take care of everything.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: There is no way to please everyone. [Sighing.jpg]

Explaining so earnestly—it was rare to see someone so sincere and patient.

Pei Xinglu arched an eyebrow and typed.

Ling Suiyao quickly received a reply.

Pei Xinglu: Between the two, you’ve actually already made your choice in your heart, haven’t you?

Ling Suiyao was too embarrassed to reply.

Human hearts are biased.

Pei Xinglu had helped him “bring joy” (marry for luck); they had registered their marriage, and there was a contract.

Naturally, the relationship was different from others.

Since he saw him being bullied online, he couldn’t just pretend not to see it.

Ling Suiyao put down his phone and lay his head on the desk, squinting his eyes to look at the lush green scenery outside the window. If he listened closely, there was also the rustling sound of the wind.