Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

The black Mercedes-Benz van followed the luxury car worth tens of millions, heading towards the city center.

In the car, a nervous Zhang Xiaomeng imagined this trip as a trap. "Ruoxi, do you think they might resort to desperate measures, poison your food, and then call to report you for drug use?"

Just imagining it gave her a fright.

"Alright, once we're inside the Zhang family's house, we shouldn't eat or drink anything!"

Even the drivers couldn't help but glance at the young agent in their rearview mirrors.

In contrast, Fang Ruoxi remained calm and composed.

She took out her phone to check the daily hot song chart.

The impact of the paparazzi's previous revelation of her "late-night rendezvous" with Geng Bin is still lingering.

Lighthouse Entertainment's public relations department denied the rumors about Fang Ruoxi's romantic relationship, but did not deny whether she would have any business collaborations with Geng Bin in the future.

This has led to some online trolls manipulating public opinion to boycott the two new songs released by Lighthouse Entertainment this month.

Today, "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" ranks 21st, and "Sorrow" ranks 26th.

These two songs don't deserve this ranking.

The problem still lies with Geng Bin.

If Geng Bin's stigma cannot be cleared, the online trolls stirring up trouble will remain a problem, and the performance of these two songs will be difficult to improve.

"Huh? This direction leads to the city center, right?" Zhang Xiaomeng's voice interrupted Fang Ruoxi's thoughts.

The driver replied, "Yes, that's right."

Zhang Xiaomeng muttered, "Wasn't it supposed to be the Zhang family's old mansion? Those kinds of mansions shouldn't be built in the suburbs, they're the kind of big-scale, nouveau riche who own mountains."

The driver chuckled. "Most wealthy people probably are, but the old families in the capital city all live in large courtyard houses in the central area."

Zhang Xiaomeng initially didn't take it seriously.

Houses in the city center are small, but their prices have increased exponentially.

“Those square courtyard houses with three or four single-story rooms, but selling for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, are not cost-effective,” Zhang Xiaomeng complained.

"Well, we're just ordinary people, and we've never been to a place like this before, so it's hard to say."

The closer the car gets to the city center, the more congested the roads become.

The driver was a man of few words, but looking at the Bugatti in front of him, he still said something unusual: "Driving this car in the city center is such a waste."

As they were talking, they saw that even though the light was red, the Bugatti in front of them stepped on the gas and drove through it.

Zhang Xiaomeng was stunned.

"This Zhang family is truly a family of outlaws; aren't they afraid of ending up in jail?"

The driver said with a complicated expression, "Nobody cares about his license plate number."

"License plates with only numbers and no letters are specially marked in the traffic system."

"In other words, a car with this license plate can be driven into the sky and nobody will care."

Zhang Xiaomeng opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

At the same time, Fang Ruoxi's phone received a call from an unknown number.

She answered the phone, but did not speak.

Sure enough, Zhang Junyu's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, "Ruoxi, just have your driver follow me."

His words carried a hint of unintentional boasting: "Don't worry, we've made arrangements, no one will cause you any trouble."

Fang Ruoxi stared straight ahead, her expression unchanged.

"I understand, I'll be there on time."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Zhang Xiaomeng leaned closer, cautiously observing Fang Ruoxi's expression, "Um, who is it?"

Instead of answering, Fang Ruoxi asked, "Did you bring the invitation from the Zhang family?"

Zhang Xiaomeng was responsible for collecting all these miscellaneous items.

“I brought it, I brought it, here it is.” Zhang Xiaomeng rummaged through her bag and pulled out the invitation.

"Okay, just navigate to this address and ignore the Zhang family's car."

The driver reached behind him, took the invitation, and glanced at the address while waiting at a red light.

The Zhang family's old house is located in a very famous area in the central district of the capital.

Once you get to this area, the traffic stops.

What should be a bustling and lively central area is instead filled with towering trees and the quiet sounds of birdsong in the deep alleys.

The ancient vermilion gate is adorned with two beast heads holding gold rings in their mouths.

The area enclosed by high walls is not the size of an ordinary courtyard house.

"Why do I feel like this is not quite the 'courtyard house' I remember...?" Zhang Xiaomeng whispered to Fang Ruoxi.

As soon as the two of them climbed the steps, the tightly closed vermilion gate creaked open slowly.

Uncle De, the butler, stood behind the door in his old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, looking down at Fang Ruoxi and Zhang Xiaomeng on the steps.

"Miss Fang." Uncle De nodded slightly in greeting.

But Zhang Xiaomeng didn't feel comfortable.

The old man lowered his head, but his eyes, like a wolf's, were rolling back as he stared at the two of them.

Fang Ruoxi remained calm as she walked up the last two steps and stepped over the threshold.

Uncle De led the two around the towering wall carved with peonies in full bloom, and the Zhang family's wealth and status were suddenly revealed to the visitors.

This is a ten-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house) located in the heart of the capital city.

With its carved beams and painted rafters, and magnificent palaces, it is truly a paradise on earth.

Zhang Xiaomeng's mouth dropped open; she never imagined that the wealthy people living in the same city actually lived in a 'palace'.

Previously, she had only heard of foreign nobles living in castles worth hundreds of millions.

But when I actually saw the Zhang family's mansion, I felt that the 'nobles' of our country were in no way inferior!

It's just that the domestic aristocracy keeps a low profile.

Uncle De was very satisfied with Zhang Xiaomeng's expression at that moment.

He turned to look at Fang Ruoxi, hoping to see the same expression on her face.

However, he was disappointed.

Fang Ruoxi's expression was very indifferent, and she was not moved at all by the Zhang family's profound background.

Uncle De's smug smile faded somewhat.

As he led the two of them, he casually started chatting, "Do you still remember what Young Master Xun's wife, oh, I mean, Madam Ye Huiwan, looked like when she first came to visit?"

"At that time, Ye Huiwan was just like you."

"There is a great misunderstanding about our Zhang family."

"Well, after arriving here, I had a chat with the Empress Dowager and all the misunderstandings were cleared up."

"The Empress Dowager also cherishes talent, and at that time she casually arranged a marriage between the two, thus bringing together Young Master Xun's beautiful union."

Zhang Xiaomeng had been listening silently, but upon hearing this, she couldn't hold back her overwhelming urge to complain.

She asked incredulously, "A scumbag like Zhang Xun, who's always cheating or on his way to cheating, is being paired with him considered a good match??"

Uncle De's eyelids twitched twice, and in an instant, Fang Ruoxi's soft laughter echoed through the silent corridor.

Zhang Xiaomeng turned her head to look at Fang Ruoxi, who couldn't help but laugh, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Fang Ruoxi smiled and said, "That's right."

But Uncle De was thick-skinned; he forced a smile and managed to continue the conversation.

"If a man goes out to hunt for food, it's because he hasn't eaten enough at home."

"A foolish woman can't hold onto a man, so she blames him for being unfaithful. But if she spent more time at home serving her husband instead of showing off outside, wouldn't the family be harmonious?"

Uncle De said with a smile.

He glanced at Fang Ruoxi, then said flatteringly, "I believe that Miss Fang would be able to handle the same situation. Seeing you reminds me of the young Empress Dowager back then."

"If you were to marry into the Zhang family, it would be a perfect match, the icing on the cake..."

Before he could finish his compliment, Zhang Xiaomeng interrupted him with a look of horror, "Stop, stop, stop! Why do you look like that giant Qing Dynasty zombie?!"

Uncle De, who didn't understand internet slang, looked completely bewildered. "What zongzi?"

"You know, those Qing Dynasty zombies who spout feudal remnants the moment they open their mouths, I'm begging you, old man, the Qing Dynasty has been gone for hundreds of years, please wake up, at least stop harming today's young people, okay?"

Uncle De: "..."

The smile on Uncle De's face had completely disappeared.

Fang Ruoxi happened to take a quick step, blocking Uncle De's cold, scrutinizing gaze on Zhang Xiaomeng.