Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Binhai City.

After attending the closing ceremony, Fan Bingbing did not go straight home, but went to a ticket agency first.

After receiving the plane ticket, she was overjoyed, her thoughts racing.

It's better to have younger siblings. Last month, Liu Qianqian asked her for her bank card number and transferred 25,000 yuan without saying a word.

Fan Bingbing was stunned. She thought Zhou Xiaobai was just saying it casually, and even if he really transferred money, it would only be three or five thousand at most. She didn't expect their actions to be more direct than their words.

At fifteen, she understands things no less than an adult.

These days, the average annual income per person is only three or four thousand.

Her parents worked in a performing arts troupe, which was a government job. Although their livelihood was guaranteed and they received subsidies for performances, their income was not high.

Twenty-five thousand yuan is equivalent to her parents' annual income, and the impact on her is unimaginable.

Liu Qianqian even said, "Just bring some changes of clothes this time. Buy whatever you need when you get here." Her tone was incredibly arrogant, implying that she had plenty of money.

Fan Bingbing saved money by living frugally for over ten years, but only managed to save three to five thousand yuan.

With doubt and unease, she tried withdrawing some money, and to her surprise, the money really did arrive in her account.

Two weeks later, Liu Qianqian was bragging on the phone, even blurting out, "But he's closer than family!" Zhou Xiaobai laughed, but Fan Bingbing was stunned—Liu Qianqian was worried that she didn't have enough money, so she transferred another 8,000 yuan to her so she could buy a phone and top up her phone credit.

This money was naturally Zhou Xiaobai's share.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't say anything, since the money wouldn't end up in his hands anyway.

But based on his understanding of Da Meili, he dared to swear: once he had both of them under his control, Liu Qianqian's huge sum of money would definitely be lost.

Fan Bingbing had already made arrangements for the four of them to travel the world together.

She told her parents she was going to visit her grandmother during the holidays. Once she got through the first few days, she knew she was far from their care.

Even if their family sends people to look for them and sets up roadblocks, they'll win if they can find the person.

Besides, Fan Bingbing wasn't worried about safety at all, as she was traveling with three children.

She knew that Zhou Xiaobai was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and she still vividly remembered Liu Qianqian's two fights with the young punk.

She skipped and hopped to the front door, her voice ringing out before she even got there: "Mom! I'm home! The aroma from our kitchen can be smelled from three blocks away!"

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!" Mom peeked out from the kitchen, her comment precise and scathing. "Look at your chubby little face! You want to be a star? I think you'd be more suited to cross-dressing as Maitreya Buddha!"

"You—" Fan Bingbing retorted angrily, "This is just baby fat, I'm still growing, I'll definitely lose weight next year."

Being a big star has been her dream since childhood. Although Maitreya Buddha is a role, if she really plays it, how will she survive in the industry?

"What do you mean 'I'? Aren't you? If you're so capable, then lose weight." Fan's mother didn't hold back when she started to criticize.

But despite saying that, their actions spoke louder than words. In the blink of an eye, the table was laden with dishes: rows of vermicelli and prawns, fragrant garlic ribs, and glistening, stir-fried pork kidneys.

These are all my daughter's favorite foods.

There was nothing we could do; after all, this was the family's future hope for art.

Upon seeing the delicious food, Fan Bingbing's mood instantly brightened. She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and then rushed to the bathroom in one swift motion.

After settling down, she looked around: "Where's my dad? Is he on tour again?"

"Yes, they left the day before yesterday for a local performance tour; it'll last a month." Fan's mother nodded, then her eyes sharpened. "Your holiday starts today, right? Where's your report card?"

Fan Bingbing immediately wilted and slowly pulled out her report card from her schoolbag.

Fan's mother took it and quickly flipped through it, her eyes immediately locking onto the math section—the bright red "40 points" was simply dazzling.

She took a deep breath and endured it! She had to endure it! The child was too old to hit.

She said helplessly, "Bingbing, our family is all about the arts. Your academic subjects... You'll be taking the arts school entrance exam next year. It's a vocational college, and I'm not worried about your special talents, but if you don't pass the academic exams, aren't you afraid your dream will be shattered?"

"Don't worry, people say that the entertainment industry is undergoing a transformation now, and it won't be easy for ugly people to make a living in the future," Fan Bingbing said nonchalantly, pointing to her own face, "Look at this face, it was born to be this kind of person."

Fan's mother was so angry she laughed, and spoke at a rapid-fire pace:

"Does being good-looking give you the right to be reckless? Do you really think you can make a living solely based on your looks?"

"What if the director says you're all bravado and no brains?"

"You can't deliver your lines properly, and you end up with a zombie-like face when filming a role. What do you do when you get yelled at?"

Fan Ma spoke earnestly and reasonably, yet every word was piercing to the heart.

"Looks are the best passport. You can act however you want in a play, because that's what the audience is looking for. Only those who aren't good-looking need to work hard to improve their acting skills." Fan Bingbing gritted her teeth and quoted Liu Qianqian.

But Liu Qianqian didn't tell her something: We're all going to be cultured entertainers in the future. Don't worry about your grades. Once you've accumulated enough popularity points, I'll give you a "one-click learning" feature to help you develop your brain.

To redeem this skill later, you need one million popularity points. This is because the system saw that the two of them had found a way to do it, and they learned the trick Zhou Xiaobai used to extort money from Liu Xiaoli when they first met.

Fan's mother sighed, "Sigh, you've become quite the smooth talker now." She also found it strange that her daughter's speech and vocabulary had changed since she returned from Jiangcheng.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "Your Aunt Liu called today, asking if you want to come visit her during the summer vacation." She naturally knew that her daughter and Liu Xiaoli's daughter, Liu Qianqian, had become as close as sisters at last year's exchange meeting and had caused trouble.

Over the past six months, the two have been talking on the phone from time to time, and of course they talk about what Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian said last year about coming to find Fan Bingbing.

Now that she's on holiday, Liu Xiaoli definitely needs to find out what's going on first.

Fan's mother was actually happy to see it. She had always wanted to meet Zhou Xiaobai, that little brat her daughter always talked about, and see how he had captivated her daughter so much.

It's understandable that her older cousin and sister are worried. If these two young children were abducted on the street, they would be in deep trouble.

Fan Bingbing was taken aback by these words, but she understood what they meant—they must have come to inquire about information.

However, she will definitely go, but... she will go secretly, and she will take Xiaobai and Qianqian away to play somewhere else.

Thinking of this, she put on a reluctant expression: "Mom, I'm not going this year. I'll be taking extra classes at Grandma's during the summer vacation. Weren't you just worried that I wouldn't pass my academic subjects?"

Her reasoning was sound and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Really? You don't miss your little white brother anymore?" Mrs. Fan was a little curious. Her daughter used to talk about him all the time, so why now…?

"I'll go see him next year," Fan Bingbing explained seriously, waving her hand decisively. "Mom, I'll bring him to see you next year."

"Okay!" Fan's mother put aside her doubts and used the nickname Zhou Xiaobai, "Little Fatty! You really need to control your weight. You're only fifteen, what will you do if you take the art school entrance exam next year? After you come back from Grandma's house, come with me for some special weight loss training."

"puff--"

Fan Bingbing spat out a mouthful of food.