Chinese entertainment: There are always young actresses who are interested in me.

Han Ni finished smoking his cigarette and was surprised to find that his phone remained silent.

Given Sister Meng's impatient, straightforward, and impulsive nature, she should have already filmed and released the video long ago.

Therefore, the situation has changed.

Helpless, Han Ni got up, took his phone, and went downstairs.

He had barely reached the bottom of the stairs and hadn't even had a chance to step into the home theater when he heard a noisy commotion coming from inside.

"They're fighting?" Han Ni was stunned.

He pushed open the door to the home theater and saw Dilraba holding a microphone, hiding to one side, while Li Yitong and Sister Meng were rolling around on the sofa.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Han Ni walked in, frowning. "Rebellion."

"Sister Tongtong wouldn't let Sister Meng sing, but Sister Meng insisted on singing." Reba was overjoyed to see Han Ni.

She jogged over to him and handed him the microphone: "Here, don't give it to Sister Meng."

"Why?" Han Ni asked knowingly.

"Because Sister Meng's singing is... well, let's just say it's not great," Dilraba replied, frowning, looking embarrassed, as if she was in pain and discomfort.

"Tongtong, Sister Meng, stop it." Han Ni walked over and tapped Li Yitong and Sister Meng's butts twice with the microphone: "Stop it, it's so noisy."

"Sister Tongtong won't let me sing; she's trying to ruin my path to fame. This is an irreconcilable feud; I'll never forgive her in this lifetime." Sister Meng laughed as she tickled Li Yitong.

"That's not singing, that's murder!" Li Yitong exclaimed as she dodged. "When Sister Meng is quiet, she's like a lady from a respectable family. But when she sings, she's like a raging beast."

She was completely unaware of her own abilities; she was incredibly confident.

"Don't slander me," Sister Meng replied. "I sing very well; you just don't know how to appreciate it."

"Yes, it's my fault for not appreciating it." Li Yitong raised her hands and placed them by her ears. She shook her head, a wicked smile on her face.

"Han Ni, I really sing very well, don't believe what they say," Sister Meng explained, afraid that Han Ni would misunderstand.

"I know, Sister Meng sings the best." Han Ni nodded and handed over the microphone: "Come on, sing me your favorite song."

"I can sing them all." Sister Meng said confidently, opened the song selection system, and quickly found a song by Xiao Gang called "Winter's Secret".

Han Ni silently stepped aside, having already stuffed his ears with a napkin.

Then, he saw Sister Meng standing confidently in front of the TV, holding a microphone, swaying her body as she sang earnestly.

Dilraba was busy filming a video, and although she looked pained, she forced herself to endure it.

Unable to withstand the attack of this demonic sound, Li Yitong prepared to escape. However, she was stopped by Han Ni.

"Han Ni, you're amazing." Li Yitong was incredibly impressed.

Han Ni pointed to the napkin in his ear and smiled slightly.

Li Yitong was stunned for a moment, and admired Han Ni even more.

She did the same to herself, plugging her own ears as well. Then, she carefully plugged Dilraba's ears as well.

"Sister Tongtong, thank you so much." Reba finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling incredibly grateful.

"Sister Meng, keep singing. Sing whichever song you like," Han Ni shouted to Sister Meng as he backed away, preparing to leave.

Sister Meng was surprised that several people would be so kind as to actually listen to her sing, so she was very happy.

She nodded vigorously, continued choosing songs, and continued singing, looking very absorbed, as if she really was a born songstress.

At least, her expressions and movements were all top-notch and impeccable.

Sister Meng sang several songs in one go, finally satisfied. She put down the microphone, ready to wait for Han Ni and the others' praise.

To her surprise, when she turned around, she found that Han Ni and Li Yitong were long gone, and only Dilraba was still there with her phone.

"Where are they? Where are Han Ni and Sister Tongtong?" Sister Meng looked around but saw no one and asked curiously.

Dilraba took the napkin off her ear and threw it into the trash can, looking curious: "Sister Meng, what did you just say?"

"Reba, what did you just put in your ear?" Sister Meng had sharp eyes and noticed Reba's little action.

"Ah, no." Reba realized she had acted inappropriately, as it was disrespectful to Sister Meng. She turned and ran.

"Don't run away." Sister Meng grabbed Reba and dragged her to the sofa: "Tell me, whose idea was this?"

Reba struggled fiercely, refusing to answer. She would never betray Han Ni unless absolutely necessary.

Sure enough, under Sister Meng's suppression, she quickly submitted: "It's Han Ni, Han Ni, Sister Meng, spare my life."

"I'm so angry!" Sister Meng exclaimed angrily, got up, and went upstairs.

She wanted to confront Han Ni and ask him directly why he did this, given that she sang so well.

In the room, Han Ni was handing the bed sheets from last night to Li Yitong, asking her to wash them when no one was around.

The two were like dry wood meeting a raging fire; having a rare opportunity to be together, they naturally wanted to kiss.

Before they could even embrace, Sister Meng had already chased after them.

"Han Ni, come out here." Sister Meng opened the door, found it locked, and stood outside calling out.

"Sister Meng, is something the matter?" Han Ni asked with a smile.

"I sing so well, why don't you want to listen?" Sister Meng asked angrily.

"Sister Meng, that's not important. Hurry up and post the video on Weibo, I'll give you a like." Han Ni changed the subject.

"Then I've already sent them all." Sister Meng immediately cheered up.

"No problem." Han Ni nodded.

Han Ni sat on the bed, holding his phone. He had only been on Weibo for a short while when Sister Meng started tagging him.

Han Ni didn't even bother to open the video before liking and sharing it.

The caption reads: "Sister Meng, you are my YYDS, please accept my utmost respect."

The post also included a GIF that read, "I'm kneeling before you, please accept my deepest respect."

"Han Ni, what does YYDS mean?" Li Yitong asked curiously after looking down at the text on his scarf, holding a bed sheet and standing next to Han Ni.

"It's an abbreviation of the first letters of 'Eternal God'." Han Ni replied with a smile, "Sister Meng's singing level is somewhat astonishing."

These videos, once uploaded online, will likely cause many netizens to be extremely shocked.

"Then why did you let Sister Meng post it, and then you even forwarded it yourself?" Li Yitong didn't understand.

"Sister Meng is very abstract. If she wants to become famous, she can only be quirky and take an unconventional path." Han Ni explained, "She doesn't have Reba's innate talent and Western Region charm, nor does she have your acquired dance skills and unique style."

Sister Meng is a late bloomer; she can't sing, she can't dance, and she's only just started learning acting.

Although I'm fairly good-looking, I haven't cultivated a certain charm yet. I'm going to take a different approach, focusing on contrast and a cute, innocent look.

If netizens can accept it, that's great. If they can't, we can always start over.

"If you're unwilling to sign her, why are you helping her?" Li Yitong asked curiously. "You're using your own popularity to promote her like this, aren't you afraid that netizens won't accept it and it will backfire on you?"

"I'm not afraid, because I already have a classic MV like Dilraba's 'Dunhuang Dance', and I also have a short film like yours, 'Because of You, Love is Sweeter'."

Even if netizens aren't impressed by my talent, they won't be too harsh on me and will tolerate my occasional antics. Han Ni shook his head: "As for why I'm willing to help Sister Meng, the reason is simple. Because she pays me!"