Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The next morning, Liu Qianqian resumed her normal filming schedule.

The crew members looked at Yu Le with eyes full of blatant gossip, admiration, and a hint of... flattery.

A daring young stagehand carrying breakfast walked by and actually shamelessly approached, calling out, "Good morning, Dad Yu!"

Yu Le almost dropped the mouthful of soy milk she had just taken a sip of.

"Cough cough... What are you yelling about!" Yu Le glanced at him sideways, "I don't have a son as big as you."

"That's right, that's right!" The stagehand, far from being afraid, became even more enthusiastic, grinning as he handed over a fried dough stick. "You're Sister Xixi's dad, so aren't you our national father-in-law? Father-in-law, please have your meal!"

"Get lost! Who's your father-in-law? You're dreaming!"

Yu Le rolled her eyes in annoyance, but still took the fried dough stick and took a big bite.

Thanks to the online buzz, overnight, the title "National Father-in-Law" was plastered all over his head like a leech.

Not far away on the film set, Liu Qianqian was filming.

The little girl was in great spirits today, dressed in flowing white clothes that made her look like an ethereal fairy. She delivered her lines with great energy, showing no trace of the pitiful state she had been in yesterday when she was crying.

Especially when she acted out Wang Yuyan confronting Duan Yu, her arrogant demeanor was practically a natural performance.

"Cut! Passed!"

Zhang Jizhong roared loudly, his face flushed, and approached Yu Le. He was rubbing the two walnuts in his hands, making a clicking sound, and they were shiny with oil.

"Brother Yu, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Zhang Jizhong gave a thumbs up, his wrinkles spreading into a wide grin. "Your move was absolutely brilliant, a true game-changer! You've completely slapped those haters in the face! Now the internet is flooded with praise for you, and even our production team's popularity is skyrocketing!"

Yu Le swallowed the last bite of the fried dough stick and patted the oil residue off his hands.

"Basic operation, don't be silly."

……

This harmonious and joyful atmosphere of everyone enjoying the gossip continued until the day the new week's album sales chart was released.

Holding the thin A4 paper, Yang Nuo rushed into Yu Le's room like a rabbit, but stumbled and almost tripped on the threshold.

"Boss! Album sales have gone up again!"

Yu Le was lying in a rocking chair with her eyes closed, resting, when she was startled by her shout.

"Can you be a little more composed?" Yu Le took the crumpled piece of paper. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going to kneel and bow to me."

He glanced at the data.

First place: Yu Quan's "I Can't Live Without You", sales: 93,000 copies.

Second place: Liu Yifei's "Liu Yifei", sales: 65,000 copies.

……

8th place: Xu Wei's "Rebirth from the Ashes", sales: 18,000 copies.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow.

Yuquan is, after all, a veteran and strong team. Although sales dropped a bit this week, 90,000 copies sold is still a respectable number.

The key point is second place.

Sixty-five thousand.

Compared to 38,000 last week, it has surged by nearly double.

This album, relying solely on its quality and the support of its student fans, managed to achieve an incredible surge in sales!

Let's look at the eighth place.

Xu Wei. 18,000.

From 82,000 in the first week, to 40,000 in the second week, and then to 18,000 this week.

This curve is even more thrilling than a drop tower.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Yu Le threw the report on the table and let out a heartfelt sigh, "This isn't a rebirth from the ashes, it's clearly self-immolation, burning to ashes."

Yang Nuo, grinning from ear to ear, had also learned the general cause of the incident from Yu Le and happily said, "Serves them right! Let them hire online trolls to smear Qianqian! This is karma!"

……

Meanwhile, in Beijing, at Xinghai Entertainment...

The top-floor office was a complete mess.

A priceless antique vase was shattered on the floor, and documents were scattered like snowflakes on the carpet. A suffocatingly low pressure hung in the air.

Tang Hui sat in the boss's chair, a symbol of power, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled, and his usually well-maintained face now a deep purplish-red.

He clutched the sales report in his hand, his knuckles white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Eighteen thousand.

Eighteen thousand!

He spent five million on publicity and promotion, hired a top-notch production team, and even resorted to underhanded tactics to smear his opponents.

This is what I got in return?

"Useless! They're all useless!"

Tang Hui suddenly tore the report to shreds and hurled it at the several trembling executives in front of him.

"Five million! I spent five million! And all I got in return was 18,000 in sales? What am I doing feeding you guys?! Huh?!"

.........

a few days later.

With Zhang Jizhong's emotional "Cut!", the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" crew witnessed Liu Qianqian's last scene.

This is also the most crucial scene.

In the footage, Wang Yuyan's face was completely drained of color.

She watched helplessly as Murong Fu pushed Duan Yu into a dry well for the sake of the elusive title of imperial son-in-law.

In that instant, the light that had long shone in her eyes, that almost obsessive love for her cousin, was suddenly extinguished like a candle flame blown out by a strong wind.

She didn't cry or question; she just stood there quietly, like a jade sculpture that had been weathered away in an instant.

Then, her gaze slowly shifted to the deep, dry well.

The well opening was small, yet it seemed like an endless abyss.

But in this abyss, there is a figure who, no matter how indifferent or how much she tries to drive him away, always follows her faithfully.

A single tear finally slid down her cheek, landing hot on the cold stone edge.

This tear is not for Murong Fu's heartlessness, but for my own years of stubbornness, and even more so for the selfless act of the person in the well.

She turned around and took one last look in the direction of the Western Xia palace. There was no longer any lingering affection in her eyes, only a complete farewell.

She bid farewell to the illusion she had loved her whole life, and also to this world that had filled her with utter despair.

Then, she looked at Duan Yu. Although the person in the well was no longer visible, her gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness and land on him.

In those tearful eyes, despair and rebirth intertwined, there was the resolute determination to face death, and also a trace of relief at finally finding a home.

"Young Master Duan..." she murmured softly, a poignant smile playing on her lips.

Parting with a heavy heart.

She leaped, her white dress fluttering like a butterfly, and plunged into the darkness.

After this scene was filmed, the entire crew erupted in thunderous applause.

Staff members rushed over with flowers and surrounded Liu Qianqian.

The little girl was holding flowers, smiling brightly, but her eyes were a little red.

There was no grand wrap party that night, as everything was kept simple due to the SARS outbreak.

We all gathered in the guesthouse's canteen for a meal, drank some beer, and exchanged pleasantries about keeping in touch.

Early the next morning.

Yu Le, along with Liu Qianqian and Yang Nuo, boarded a flight to Beijing.

The plane soared into the sky.

Yu Le leaned back in his chair, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and a feeling of longing to return home unexpectedly arose in his heart.

Back when I was a salted fish, anywhere was home, and I could lie down anywhere.

It's different now.

There's a woman waiting for him in the capital.

And that big house with both of their names on it.

And... the accounts that haven't been settled yet.

Liu Qianqian sat next to me, wearing an eye mask, her head nodding little by little, like a sleepy chick pecking at rice.

Yu Le reached out and turned her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Go to sleep."

He said it softly.

"I'm home."