The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Gu family.

Gu Cai slung his bag over his shoulder and left through the back door.

"stop!"

I had just stepped out the door when I was startled by a voice behind me.

He turned around stiffly and guiltily; it was An Yecheng, who had grown up in the same circle as them.

"Brother Ye Cheng, hehe, you're here."

"Your aunt and uncle asked me to watch over you. Where are you going?"

"I...I didn't go anywhere. Just taking a walk."

"Carrying such a big bag while taking a walk?"

"The snacks I brought."

"is it?"

An Yecheng stepped forward, his aura surging.

Gu Cai had always listened to An Yecheng since he was a child. Intimidated by An Yecheng's aura, he didn't dare to move and could only watch as An Yecheng tore off his backpack.

An Yecheng rummaged through the inside and found a pack of sanitary napkins!

"You use it?"

Gu Cai's face, which had just turned bright red from having his sanitary napkins pulled out, turned ashen.

An Yecheng simply poured everything out, "There's also a women's down jacket, a miniature heater, compressed biscuits and canned food for outdoor survival, and even a folding trailer."

He looked at him with sharp eyes, his superior aura relentlessly torturing Gu Cai.

"Tell me, who is it for?"

Gu Cai pursed his lips, refusing to utter a single word in the face of An Yecheng's overwhelming aura, turning his face to the side.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Uncle Gu."

"Brother Ye Cheng, please! Just let me out, I'll deliver something and be right back." Gu Cai pleaded, his face contorted with grief.

"You speak first, or I won't let you leave."

Gu Cai gritted his teeth and stood there for several minutes before finally speaking with a troubled expression:

"It's for Ghost Voice."

"Ghostly sounds?" An Yecheng frowned.

"Yes, it's the ghost voice from the Korean director's 'Self-Sufficient'. She'll be on the show for several months, what if she doesn't have enough sanitary napkins? She'll get sick."

“She’s only eating wild vegetables and other unhealthy things outside, and the only meat she has is fish. How can that be right? I need to bring some canned meat to supplement her nutrition. I just can’t bear to see her suffer.”

"The clothes were also given to Guiyin. She gave her down jacket to Wang Biqing and has been wearing the same down jacket ever since. The snow on the mountain is so heavy, and it's hard to dry if it gets wet. Last time, she was only wearing a sweater to warm herself by the fire, and those scoundrels even stole her food."

"With the folding trailer, she no longer has to carry water by hand. Even if she has the strength, she shouldn't use it like that. She still needs to take good care of herself."

Gu Cai went on and on, while An Yecheng just stood there in a daze, it was unclear whether he had heard a thing or not.

"Brother Yecheng, I've finished speaking. Can you let me leave now?"

"and many more."

"Brother Ye Cheng, are you trying to renege on your promise?"

"I will go with you."

"what?"

Mingyuan Village.

Lu Xiaoyan struggled to turn over on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Because the cow dung hadn't been burned properly these past few days, the kang (heated brick bed) was as cold and hard as ice.

She never expected that after finally winning against the ghost voice, she would end up getting food poisoning.

She didn't want to press the emergency call button.

She wouldn't leave Mingyuan Village easily until she achieved her goal.

Ghost Voice, I refuse to believe I can't beat you on the show!

She propped herself up, feeling weak and powerless. Fortunately, the village chief had kindly brought her food these past few days, otherwise she would have collapsed from hunger long ago.

Just as I was thinking this, the old woman who had been sent by the village chief to deliver food called from outside.

"Xiaoyan, I've brought you your lunch."

"Aunt Chun, the door is unlocked, please come in."

"Okay, okay, okay." The middle-aged woman's voice was filled with laughter.

The door was pushed open, and the steaming rice bowl in the old woman's hands greeted the viewer.

"My son slaughtered a pig today, cut two pounds of pork, and I stir-fried some with chili peppers. You should try it." Aunt Chun enthusiastically handed the food to Lu Xiaoyan.

"Thank you, Aunt Chun, for your trouble." After expressing her gratitude, Lu Xiaoyan picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

"It's no trouble at all."

Seeing that Lu Xiaoyan was eating with relish, Aunt Chun's eyes rolled around subtly.

"That ghostly voice who came with you, what kind of movie is she in? My son said that movie actors always have to show their faces, so why does she always wear a cloth over her face?"

Mentioning the ghostly voice, Lu Xiaoyan felt the food tasted bland.

"Oh, she's a singer."

"Oh, no wonder, I thought her voice was really nice, like that bird, yes, a nightingale, like a nightingale."

Aunt Chun's praise made Lu Xiaoyan feel somewhat dissatisfied.

What's so great about being able to sing? What if you lose your voice someday...?

Lu Xiaoyan suddenly became excited.

Why didn't she think of that?

If her voice becomes hoarse, what right does she have to be adored by millions of fans and loved by company leaders?