Jian Xingsui took the phone and glanced at the live voting rankings on Weibo.

TOP 1: Jian Xingsui

TOP 2: Wen Shengge

TOP3: ...

After seeing the list, Jian Xingsui said with a hint of surprise, "Could Shengge really stand a chance?"

Wang Meican adjusted her white-framed glasses and remarked, "Of course. But only the top spot gets to be a permanent guest. Those who rank after that will only be occasional guests, appearing every now and then."

Jian Xingsui's face showed a hint of disappointment, then lit up with hope, "So, if I don't make the cut, I could still have the chance to be an occasional guest?"

Wang Meican expressed her disagreement, remarking, "Xingsui, I hope you realize that no matter the reason or circumstance, you should always have a winning mindset. In this industry, if you don't move forward, you fall behind. Many will clash with close friends over opportunities. Time and experiences will show you who truly matters. What you need to do is be fearless and press on."

Jian Xingsui looked at her, attentively listening.

Wang Meican showed him the votes and some negative comments, smiling as she asked, "Do you think you're living up to the expectations of those who support you?"

Jian Xingsui scrolled through the comments section, seeing messages from his fans:

"Xingsui, we miss you so much! Please come back!"

"Can everyone vote for Xingsui? It was heartbreaking to see him miss out last time."

"I've used all my family's phone numbers to vote!"

"The regret from the last time; this time, I'm supporting you to the end!"

"Don't worry, Xingsui, we'll always be behind you!"

As he scrolled through the comments, Jian Xingsui was deeply touched by the sincere encouragement and comfort from some fans. His eyes welled up with tears; he had never imagined being so loved and supported, and felt undeserving.

Wang Meican softly added, "Do you see? If you don't make it, if you don't give your best, you'll be letting down a lot of people."

A resolute look appeared in Jian Xingsui's eyes. He nodded, "I'll do my best!"

Wang Meican flashed a satisfied smile.

However, the next moment, Jian Xingsui exclaimed, "I should find my alternate account and vote for myself!"

"..."

Their manager fell silent.

Wang Meican thought the kid might be a little clueless and remarked, "A vote or two won't make much of a difference. Maybe you should post a selfie on Weibo. It'll serve as a treat for your fans and also boost your visibility. It’s beneficial on both fronts."

As Jian Xingsui sat on the couch, the mere mention of posting a selfie left him completely frozen.

Wang Meican, sensing his mood, asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Jian Xingsui hesitated, admitting, "I'm... not really good at taking selfies."

Believing that an artist should have at least some ability in that regard, Wang Meican suggested, "How about you take one here and let me see?"

Not wanting to disappoint his manager, Jian Xingsui took out his phone, opened the front camera, and flashed a "peace" sign towards the lens.

Wang Meican: "..."

Noting Jian Xingsui's questioning look, she said, "Let's just say, Xingsui, I stopped using that gesture a decade ago."

Jian Xingsui felt utterly defeated.

As they were chatting, Fu Jinxiao, who had just finished a meeting upstairs, entered. The acclaimed actor was dressed in casual, high-end designer clothes – a stark contrast to his attire on set. The black wool sweater clung to him, while a light coffee-colored trench coat exuded an aura of refined ease. Even without styled hair, he had a unique, suave charm.

Fu Jinxiao inquired, "All done?"

Wang Meican looked at him, explaining, "Xingsui doesn't know how to take a good selfie. I wanted him to post one on Weibo. I was thinking of getting a photographer."

Fu Jinxiao cast a glance at the tense young man on the couch.

Feeling embarrassed in front of his idol, Jian Xingsui's cheeks reddened, his eyes seeking Fu Jinxiao's, carrying an unintentional look of pitiful innocence.

Fu Jinxiao quirked an eyebrow, leaning against the couch, "A selfie?"

Jian Xingsui meekly responded with a nod.

"Come on then, I'll help you," Fu Jinxiao reached out for the phone.

Jian Xingsui was taken aback.

Bending slightly forward, Fu Jinxiao teased with a smile, "Don't trust me?"

Jian Xingsui quickly shook his head, "No, no! It's not that!"

He was just astounded that Fu Jinxiao, of all people, would offer to take a photo for him. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike.

Accepting the phone, Fu Jinxiao examined Jian Xingsui, saying, "You can't just sit there looking clueless. We need a pose for the photo."

Jian Xingsui stiffly raised his hand, about to give a "yeah" gesture again.

The corner of Fu Jinxiu's mouth involuntarily rose. He found Jian Xingsui to be an absolute treasure, always managing to lift his spirits whenever they met.

Their eyes met, and seeing Fu Jinxiu's amused gaze, Jian Xingsui felt embarrassed and helplessly dropped his hand, at a loss for words.

Sensing his nervousness, Fu Jinxiu set the phone down and walked over, personally adjusting Jian's posture. The warmth of the man's large hands gripped Jian Xingsui's arms, gently placing them down. He picked up a book from the table nearby and handed it to Jian, adjusting his grip on it. They were now so close that Jian could catch the faint, pleasant scent of Fu Jinxiu's cologne.

His heartbeat raced uncontrollably, and he stiffened, letting Fu Jinxiu adjust his pose, feeling as if his mind had gone blank.

Fu Jinxiu's voice whispered near his ear, "Jian Xingsui."

Startled, Jian responded hesitantly, "Teacher Fu?"

"Really now," Fu Jinxiu said with a hint of jest, "Here I am, working for you, and you're daydreaming?"

Flustered, Jian hurriedly tried to explain, "I didn't mean to..."

He looked utterly pitiable.

The sunlight outside painted a golden hue on the young man's shoulders. As he held a partially open book, completely engrossed in the moment, he seemed like the whole world, innocent and burgeoning with love.

"Smile for me," said Fu Jinxiu.

Jian Xingsui looked at him and offered a shy smile.

The camera captured the serene afternoon moment in Fenghua Entertainment's office—a memorable photo marking Jian Xingsui's early days as an artist under the company's wing.

Once the picture was taken, Fu Jinxiu glanced at it. The captured image, a blend of shyness and handsomeness, was bound to captivate anyone. It was not just good, it was excellent, and sharing it might even cause a sensation.

Wang Meican leaned in and asked, "How is it? Can I see?"

After a moment's thought, Fu Jinxiu replied, "Not that great."

Wang Meican looked puzzled.

Without showing her the photo, Fu Jinxiu said, "You should get him a professional photographer. Get the one I usually use."

From a distance, Jian Xingsui, who hadn't quite caught their conversation, approached hesitantly and asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much," Fu Jinxiu said with a straight face and his ever-present, refined smile. "Ms. Wang insists my photography skills aren't up to par. She's thinking of getting you another photographer."

Surprised, Jian looked at Wang Meican.

Fu Jinxiu nodded, "Yes, but I think the photo is decent, especially considering it's my first attempt. Give me the photo later on WeChat. I'd like to keep it."

Naively, Jian Xingsui never thought that the renowned Fu Jinxiu would want to keep his photo, probably just because it was his first attempt. Regretfully thinking he must have let Fu down, he replied, "Of course, Teacher Fu. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Fu Jinxiu, maintaining the demeanor of a senior, responded with his typical graceful smile, "It's no trouble at all. You're welcome."

Watching the entire scene, Wang Meican: "..."

Mind-blown.

Later on, some netizens noticed that Jian Xingsui, who hadn't updated in ages, had... posted!

In the photo, the young man, after being absent for several months, had grown much longer hair. Compared to his previous buzz cut, he looked more delicate. He sat at the piano, playing and glancing back towards the setting sun's warm glow. With rosy lips and gleaming teeth, dressed in a white shirt, he looked like a regal young prince. His eyes were brilliantly shining, truly captivating.

Fans exclaimed:

"After only a few months, how have you become even more handsome, Xingsui!"

"From buzz cut to mature beauty!"

"Feels like our boy has grown up... sobs"

"He seems different now, perhaps more cheerful."

"Is my Xingsui feeling happy these days?"

The post came with a short yet heartfelt caption from Jian Xingsui: "Recently, I've been preparing to embrace life fully. Grateful for your presence. Let's shine brilliantly together in the days to come."

Although subtly worded, it made many dedicated fans overjoyed:

"Stay well, Xingsui!"

"Thinking of your days at the Zhang residence breaks my heart."

"And in 'Stardom', even though you share the same birthday, you were overshadowed."

"Sobs We may not know who your biological parents are, but Xingsui is finally going to live a good life! So happy!"

Unlike other fans, many of Jian Xingsui's followers deeply sympathize with their young idol.

Many got to know Jian Xingsui through 'Stardom'. They were drawn to him because they saw reflections of themselves – striving yet ordinary, ordinary yet hoping for miracles. They were deeply moved by the hardships he endured.

Just when everyone was sending their best wishes, ten minutes after the post went live, An Ran shared it, adding a cheerful emoji, "Let's work hard together, Xingsui! Hope to see you soon. I'll treat you to a baked cake~"

...

This repost immediately stirred up a huge commotion.

This is so intriguing! The two could be together again, and An Ran even cheekily reposted. It's beyond what most would expect. Most of Jian Xingsui's fans responded:

"Oh Lord, not this again,"

"Stay away!"

"Stop bothering us."

Naturally, An Ran's fans were upset seeing Jian Xingsui's fans react this way to their idol. They defended by saying:

"Why react like this? An Ran means well."

"There were misunderstandings in the past; must we keep dwelling on them?"

"Let bygones be bygones. Can't we just let things go?"

Jian Xingsui's fans were both angered and amused. Back then, when An Ran's so-called classmates ganged up to accuse Jian Xingsui of bullying, they seemed intent on driving him to desperation. Did they ever consider showing mercy?

Just then, the champion of justice, Shen Xingchen, made an appearance. Boss Zhang also shared Jian Xingsui's post, adding the caption, "See you then. Fancy grabbing some skewers, guys? @JianXingsui @NingZe."

In stark contrast was the scene where An Ran went unnoticed.

Jian Xingsui quickly responded to Shen Xingchen: "Sure."

Ning Ze also replied promptly: "Sounds good. You pick the time and place."

This interaction set the internet ablaze. The massive online audience, having had their fill of drama, noted the snub to An Ran's cake message, contrasting with the positive response to Shen Xingchen's skewer invite. Without openly expressing disdain for An Ran, Jian Xingsui brilliantly displayed his reluctance to engage with him.

The netizens were thrilled:

"Ladies, I really want to see them on a show together."

"Haha, just thinking about it keeps me awake with excitement."

"I'm not a fan of Jian Xingsui, but I love drama. And I really dislike An Ran."

"Haha, I'm casting my vote just for the fun of it!"

Initially, Jian Xingsui's votes weren't particularly high. But after this move, his votes skyrocketed. The show "Stardust" had concluded months ago and the drama had died down. Everyone was getting restless; they needed this entertainment, and nothing would stop them today.

Elsewhere, amid the online frenzy, Jian Xingsui received a call from his mother in the evening: "Hello, Mom?"

Xu Enzhen's voice came from the other end, asking her child in a gentle tone, "Xingsui, there's an auction in the southern city tonight with some rare and precious items. I've heard it's quite interesting. Would you like to come?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Xingsui immediately replied, "Are you going, Mom? I'd love to accompany you."

Warmth filled Xu Enzhen's heart; Xingsui was like her cozy little sweater, a child truly deserving of affection.

"Yes, I'll be there. Your brothers and your father will be attending too since it's a charity auction hosted by the Fu family," Xu Enzhen said, glancing at her watch and speaking softly, "If you're coming, give me your address, and I'll pick you up."

The Fu family.

Jian Xingsui recalled that Fu Jinxiao seemed to have left early that day. So that was the reason. He then asked, "Alright. Do I need to change my clothes or anything?"

Xu Enzhen, not wanting him to be always so reserved, smiled and said, "No need. It's just family, and besides, you always look good no matter what."

Jian Xingsui's cheeks flushed, but his heart was filled with joy.

Ever since he returned to the Shen household, each day was filled with happiness and joy. It felt as if he was consuming a lifetime's worth of good fortune and happiness. If this was a dream, he hoped never to wake up.

Soon after, the car arrived. Only when he reached the auction venue did he realize it was held at the Fu residence. He thought the Shen mansion was grand, but the opulence of the Fu estate was on another level.

Shen Xingchen remarked, "Wonder what items they'll have today."

Xu Enzhen shook her head and remarked, "The Fu family has been renowned for its literary heritage for centuries. Their collection of rare and ancient treasures is vast and endless. Especially the elder Mr. Fu, who is a celebrated artist and calligrapher. Just one piece from his collection could be worth a fortune. As for the extent and rarity of their treasures, it's beyond my knowledge."

Shen Xingchen sighed, "If Brother Fu ever feels generous enough to gift me some of these treasures, my net worth would multiply overnight, wouldn't it?"

"Dream on," Xu Enzhen chuckled, glancing at her clueless son and then at the resting Jian Xingsui. "Your younger brother, however, might stand a chance."

Startled by the conversation, a groggy Jian Xingsui let out a confused, "Huh?"

Shen Xingchen said, "We've arrived. Time to get out of the car."

As the group disembarked and walked in, the vastness of the Fu estate was evident. Their charity auction attracted elite patrons from all over, creating a constant stream of guests. As they entered, they were immediately greeted by members of the Jian family, including Jian Kuo, An Ran, among others.

Jian Xingsui's expression shifted subtly, yet he remained silent.

Upon seeing the Shen party, Jian Kuo took the initiative to approach. In contrast to his usual cold demeanor towards Jian Xingsui, he greeted with a smile, "Mr. Shen, it's been a while."

Shen Yong, embracing his wife, didn't extend his hand in return, simply gazing down at Jian Kuo, "Has it been that long? We just met during the recent land acquisition deal, didn't we?"

Recently, the Jian family had been keen on acquiring a project in which the Shen family held significant influence, hence Jian Kuo's courteous approach.

Jian Kuo, with his outstretched hand left hanging, felt both embarrassed and indignant. He cast a quick glance at Jian Xingsui and retracted his hand, smiling, "My apologies, Mr. Shen. My memory fails me."

To get on Shen's good side, Jian Kuo was evidently trying hard.

Moving closer to Jian Xingsui, Jian Kuo attempted to grasp his hand, "Xingsui, what a surprise to see you here. How have you been?"

Sensing Jian Kuo's advance, Jian Xingsui instinctively pulled back, evading his grip.

This was perhaps their first meaningful encounter since parting ways from the Jian household. Jian Xingsui replied impassively, "How I am is none of your concern."

Jian Kuo chuckled awkwardly, "Why are you speaking this way?"

"Aren't these the sentiments you imparted?" Jian Xingsui retorted, recalling Jian Kuo's harsh words, "You once said that once I left the house, I was no longer related to the Jian family. And never to mention again that I was a son of the Jian family, lest I disgrace you."

The crisp and poignant words resonated clearly among all present.

Outside, Jian Kuo had always portrayed himself as a doting father. Yet, this revelation shocked many, unveiling a previously hidden side of him.

The expressions of the Shen family members darkened, particularly Shen Yong, whose eyes bore into Jian Kuo with razor-sharp intensity.

Caught off-guard by his usually obedient son's public confrontation, Jian Kuo tried to defend himself, "It was a mere outburst. And didn't I give you a check for a million to ensure a comfortable life? You chose not to accept it."

Before Shen Yong could respond, Shen Minglang adjusted his glasses and interjected, "Mr. Jian, words once spoken cannot be taken back. If the head of the Jian family makes such jests, it makes me question the credibility and competence of the Jian Corporation."

Choked, Jian Kuo rushed to clarify, "You misunderstand, I didn't mean that..."

Shen Yong cut him off, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, given that you once expressed a desire to sever ties with my son, it would be best if the Shen and Jian families sever their business ties as well. I think we should consider our collaboration over."

Jian Kuo's face turned ashen.

At that time, he was so worried due to An Ran's injury and fainting that he took out all his anger on Jian Xingsui. Even without evidence, he wouldn't listen to any of Jian Xingsui's explanations. He felt nothing but disdain for him. Who could have predicted the events of today?

As the Shen family passed by, Jian Kuo grabbed Jian Xingsui's arm. Looking at the boy he watched grow up, his eyes were filled with mixed emotions. With a raspy voice, he began, “Xingsui, that day, I...”

Jian Xingsui halted, looking straight at the man before him. He could have easily pulled away, but at that moment, glancing at An Ran behind Jian Kuo, he finally spoke up, "Do you know why I was so far from home that day?"

Jian Kuo shook his head.

"Because your birthday was just a few days away," Jian Xingsui said softly. "I know you love the osmanthus cake made by Granny Wang at the end of that alley, so I went there frequently, intending to buy some for you."

Jian Kuo was taken aback, staring at Jian Xingsui in disbelief.

There was once an osmanthus cake on the table, but he never imagined it was from his seemingly mischievous and clumsy younger son. He had always assumed it was from the well-behaved An Ran.

Jian Kuo felt a pang in his heart, his eyes slightly moistened. "Xingsui, I..."

Yet, Jian Xingsui slowly pulled his arm free, looking at him calmly, "But now, I regret it."

Jian Kuo was dumbstruck.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have gone," Jian Xingsui's lips curled into a cold, thin smile. Pain was evident in his eyes, but more prominent was his sense of relief: "Because it wasn't worth it."

Jian Kuo stood frozen in place. The child who used to follow him around, always calling out "Dad" with hopeful eyes, who always tried to win his affection in the clumsiest of ways, now passed him by like a stranger. He had once seen Jian Xingsui as a burden, but facing this reality now, he was paralyzed.

It felt as if something precious had shattered, echoing in his heart.

...

Jian Xingsui returned to his parents and took his seat at the charity auction venue.

The Shen family held a high status. Many people came over to greet them, praising the Shen couple for their charitable deeds. Curious, Jian Xingsui asked Shen Xingchen, "Do Mom and Dad often contribute to charity?"

Shen Xingchen nodded, replying honestly, "Very often. Just from what I know, apart from other charity projects, they've donated to numerous primary schools across the country."

His parents had always been involved in charity since a long time ago.

Although it was never explicitly mentioned, they were likely performing these acts of kindness in memory of a child who had passed away.

Jian Xingsui grew more curious, "Where exactly?"

"I can't recall every single place," Shen Xingchen replied, glancing at Jian Xingsui with a meaningful smile. "But when you come across them, you'll recognize them instantly."

Jian Xingsui was left puzzled by his cryptic words.

The auction was about to start. The head of the Fu family, his wife, and their eldest son, Fu Jinxiao, stepped forward to greet the guests. After a brief speech, the auction officially began.

Shen Minglang excused himself to the backstage to join Fu Jinxiao for a drink.

“Xingsui and Xingchen will soon be joining a variety show,” Shen Minglang took a sip of his wine, “I'm entrusting their care to you during that period. Don't go easy on Xingchen. If he errs, correct him. He's been too spoilt since childhood. If not disciplined, he might face hardships later on. As for Xingsui…”

Fu Jinxiao looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Shen Minglang adjusted his glasses, "Take care of him for me, don't let anyone bully him."

Fu Jinxiao smirked, "Oh, Mr. Shen, entrusting everything to me? Am I your family's unpaid nanny?"

Shen Minglang knew this old fox wouldn't easily compromise. "Choose any piece from my collection. Take whatever you like."

"Collection?" Fu Jinxiao sipped his red wine, his slender neck looking enticing. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he said with a smirk, "Those trinkets don't interest me."

Shen Minglang had a foreboding feeling, "Then what do you want?"