Searching for Treasures in the Clouds

Yu Ru took out a small cake and two bowls of rice milk and peach gum from the refrigerator. After eating and drinking, she went back to her room and took out her computer to operate it.

Park Yayan took the bait and clicked on the link she had posted. Through that link, she entered a special chat software she had created and sent her a friend request. When Yu Ru saw the request, she immediately clicked to agree.

After the addition was successful, she was still thinking about how to start the conversation to fool the Han countryman when he sent her a message: Who are you? Why do you know my name?

The text was in Han Chinese, which Yu Ru couldn't understand. She only understood its meaning after translating it. She stared at the words for a few seconds, then translated them into Han Chinese and replied: "I am a messenger from God, dedicated to helping those in pain like you. For just five thousand yuan, I can open the door to your heart."

After this message was sent, Park Ya-yeon did not reply for a long time. Yu Ru waited patiently and processed the orders she had recently received during this time.

Park Yayan was struggling with whether to transfer the money to the man who claimed to be the messenger of God when the person who controlled her contacted her again with a message: Cousin, I order you to return to Han Country the day after tomorrow. I need to summon you for something. (Korean)

After reading the message, Park Yayan suddenly screamed and threw her phone onto the bed. She rubbed her hair in frustration and kicked the table and chairs in front of her with her feet. The phone kept ringing like a life-threatening alarm, and the sound made her even more irritated. She stood up and swept her hands across the table, sweeping everything onto the floor.

"Clang-"

"Ring ring ring..."

Bits and pieces were scattered all over the ground, and there was no place to step on the ground.

"Ding dong!"

The phone is still ringing.

Tears suddenly streamed from Park Yayan's eyes. She hunched over, slowly walked to the bedside, sat down, and picked up her phone to check. It was still the man who controlled her, sending her many messages.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you while you're in China? You're happy there by yourself, thinking about your family."

"If you don't come back, I can't guarantee what pieces your mother will become, who will take your sister's place, or which dog your father will be fed to."

"Why aren't you replying to messages?"

"Do you think you can get away with this by not replying to my message? Your entire family's lives are in my hands."

"Still not replying? My patience is only two minutes. If you don't reply, your nude photos will be all over the Han Kingdom's network."

Park Yayan typed on her phone with trembling hands and replied to the other party: I understand, I will go back.

"That's right, good dog." The other party replied immediately.

After finishing her chat with the controller, Park Yayan returned to her chat room with Yu Ru. This time, she didn't hesitate and directly transferred 5,000 yuan to Yu Ru.

The chat software they used was specially designed by Yu Ru. Not only could it completely destroy chat records at her will, it also included a transfer function. This transfer function allowed her to transfer funds using any payment app on her phone. This also exposed the transferor's financial information. Yu Ru could easily transfer funds from her account at any time if she chose.

The five thousand yuan went straight into Yu Ru's account in China without her having to click to accept. Yu Ru saw that Park Ya-yeon had reached the brink of a mental breakdown because of the evil chaebol, and she didn't need to try to trick her. She sent Park Ya-yeon a message asking, "I see your sincerity. What wish do you want God to help you fulfill?"

In fact, she had been monitoring Park Yayan's phone since she clicked on the link. She knew who she was chatting with and what they were talking about. She also roughly guessed what her dilemma was, but she didn't want to solve it so quickly.

Park Yayan was indeed miserable. Because of her fame and good looks, she was targeted by the perverts of the consortium and became a plaything in their hands. However, she was influenced by the local environment and was indeed a typical cultural thief of the Han Kingdom. Before she was controlled, she had already committed cultural theft. This cannot be easily forgiven and she must pay the price.

After a while, Park Yayan replied: "I'm being controlled by a manager of a financial group. I hope you can help me get rid of his control. If you can't do that, I hope... at least to teach that manager a lesson and cause him irreparable damage."

Yu Ru: I understand. This is all cause and effect. Before being detained, you once declared that Chinese culture was actually a subset of Han culture, wantonly blurring the lines between cultural origins. As a designer, this is irresponsible. You've harmed a culture, and even more so, a country that's now embracing you. Not long ago, at a massive awards ceremony, you even declared that ink painting was Han Chinese. This is truly immoral.

It was a long time after this message was sent that Park Ya-yeon replied: I know I was wrong, please God forgive me and save me, I am willing to do anything as long as I can get out of that person's control.

Yu Ru hadn't decided what to ask Park Ya-yeon to do. She couldn't come up with one yet. Should she clarify? That didn't seem feasible. Initially, public pressure might be put on her. But Park Ya-yeon was an internet celebrity, with a significant following in both Han and Hua. The internet was in a bad spot these days. As long as there were fans, fandom would form in any field. Fandoms were incredibly powerful. Within a few days, there would likely be comments like, "She's already apologized, which shows she's still kind and conscientious. Why keep harping on her past mistakes?" This would only be misleading.

After a long pause, Yu Ru replied, "I can help you, but only if you leave China forever and delete your past negative comments. From now on, you must never again obscure cultural origins or misappropriate them. Also, helping me will consume a significant amount of my divine power, so you must transfer 20,000 yuan to me every month as an offering."

Park Ya-yeon: Okay, I do. I will do it.

Yu Ru: You’d better be like this. I’m God’s spy and I’ll always be watching you. If you do it again, you’ll fall back into the abyss.

Park Ya-yeon: I will be obedient.

Yu Ru: Let me teach that manager a lesson for you first, and delete all the obscene videos of you that he has stored on his electronic devices.

On the other side, Park Yayan was excited when she saw Yu Rufa's words, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes. She quickly replied: "Okay, thank you, thank you, thank you, God's messenger."

Yu Ru: Before that, please transfer another 20,000 yuan to me to show your sincerity. Then, you can tell me the manager's name and contact information.