Every Year Abundant 05

You Yun did not reply again and silently clicked to accept the transfer.

The conversation between the two remained frozen at that awkward transaction record. With a week left until the official recording of the program, she had no other engagements, leaving this period unexpectedly idle.

As the autumn days grew shorter, You Yun rested her chin in her hands. Once she was idle, she found herself bored, even missing the days when she was as busy as a spinning top while rehearsing plays.

The thought had barely surfaced before she ruthlessly dismissed it. How could she have such a thought? It was too sinful. She was practically being KTV’d (exploited) by the capitalists. No, she had to find something to do.

You Yun opened Weibo, went through her usual routine of posing as a fan to check in on Zhao Zhiyu’s page, and then logged into the backend of her fan site to read the comments left by her readers.

*I’m 36D, Save Me First:* [Are you updating today, You-You?]
*Pomelo Meow (replying to I’m 36D, Save Me First):* [Updating! A feast tonight!]
*I’m 36D, Save Me First:* [Ahhh, wonderful! Tonight, I’m going to ride the author’s bus to the horizon~]
*Bermuda:* [Are we fish living in the bathtub now? Author, promise me that once Jiao-Jiao has money, she’ll buy a fish tank, okay? /tears]
*You’re Sitting on My Leg Hair:* [The sister above doesn't get it. Raising her in the bathroom is better; you can play bathroom games, OvO.]
*Helping Grandma Run a Red Light:* [Little Fish, come to my house. I have a fish tank. You don't have to do anything but be with me~]
*The Chinese People Are Very Capable:* [Sister, put on some pants. This is a comment section, not a wasteland! By the way, can I go hide under your fish tank? I won’t do anything, just listen.]

……

One had to admit, this generation of netizens really knew how to make jokes.

You Yun’s lips curled, and a devious smile gradually emerged.

Just then, a pop-up appeared on the plaza loudspeaker. A firework effect exploded on the screen, followed by a spaceship loaded with diamonds, worth 10,000 yuan per launch.

["Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?" has thrown 30,000 diamonds at you.]
[Congratulations to "Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?" for becoming the top contributor.]

She had become accustomed to these pop-ups lately. To be honest, You Yun was quite curious about this top contributor, because he never left comments, never initiated private messages, and hadn't even joined her reader group. He would just show up, tip, and log off, like clockwork.

After a week of continuous tipping, the top contributor had finally learned a higher level of gifting: riding a luxury spaceship... to air-drop diamonds.

*Pomelo Meow (replying to Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?):* [No need to tip, oh. I’m already happy enough that you come to read for free.]

As expected, there was no response.

You Yun took a shower and cleaned the house. It wasn't until she lay in bed ready to sleep that she reopened the backend. Still having received no message from this "sir," she couldn't resist her curiosity and clicked on his profile, finding his reading history on his flashy homepage.

His recent reading was only her story; before that, the records went back three years:
*Young Master Lu’s Pampered Little Wife is Sweet and Wild*
*Domineering CEO Husband, Pamper Me Slowly!*
*Fiery Cute Wife: CEO Husband, Don't Be Too Bad!*
……

You Yun’s fingers paused, her expression mirroring the "subway old man" meme. His taste in novels was quite... wait, could it be that her novel was already this cheesy? You Yun felt a bit dazed, staring at the ceiling as she began to question her life. She didn't question it for long before she fell asleep.

The next day was the weekend. Liang Zhen invited her to the International Exhibition Center to attend a Tarot card expo. She had heard of tech expos, cultural expos, and anime conventions, but this was her first time hearing about an expo for metaphysics.

She left wearing a mask and a hat, dressed in a creamy white camisole dress. The thin ribbons at her shoulders draped downward, and the shallow V-neckline made her look both innocent and seductive.

Liang Zhen waved to her from afar: "Baby, over here!"

You Yun jogged toward her. Unexpectedly, there were quite a lot of people at the expo. Everyone was dressed extravagantly, wearing various gemstones and peculiar accessories, with makeup leaning toward the Gothic style. No one was dressed as plainly as she was.

You Yun: "Is it inappropriate for me to dress like this?"

Liang Zhen hooked her arm and walked her inside: "How could it be? True masters don't care about appearances."

"Oh, then why are you wearing a Slytherin wizard robe?"

"That’s why I didn't become a master."

"..."

Fine, "poor students have fancy stationery," right?

Every booth was packed. The line stretched all the way to the parking lot, and the two of them had to wait in line for a long time at the entrance before getting in.

On the way, Liang Zhen rambled on: "Do you know? Mrs. Silvick is here! She’s that super awesome Tarot blogger. Her skills are divine. Don't you believe she can tell you when your Prince Charming will arrive on colorful clouds to save the damsel in distress?"

You Yun shook her head, expressing disbelief: "I believe in the light more. When I’m in danger, Tiga will come to save me."

Liang Zhen: "..."

As the saying goes, those with different paths cannot make plans together. Liang Zhen didn't believe in the light; she only believed that money would run out, and Master Silvick was the messenger guiding her on how to spend it correctly. As soon as they entered the hall, she abandoned You Yun to go find her Master Silvick.

You Yun wandered around for a while. It was called a Tarot exhibition hall, but it looked more like a giant miscellaneous goods fair under the guise of Tarot. Aside from various compasses, crystals, and magic books, there were candles, incense, card sleeves, and old almanacs.

As she strolled along, she saw a booth selling records. The shelves were divided into various categories: disaster prevention, fortune-turning, card-pulling, landing a job... You Yun found it novel; it was her first time seeing music categorized this way. She stood before the shelves, her fair fingertips sliding from top to bottom, landing on a black-and-pink CD in the "Peach Blossom" (romance) category. It was the album from when Zhao Zhiyu first debuted.

The biggest hit on it was "Moonlight." The soulful lyrics paired with a slow melody told a story of unrequited love, resonating with countless people. She picked up the album; the cover had a matte texture—a blue ocean, golden sand, and a little girl running with a red bucket, her braids flying in the wind. The background was a realistic landscape, but the girl was drawn in a simple sketch style, giving the cover a hazy, surreal quality.

You Yun had never actually listened to the song in its entirety; she only knew it was very popular and often heard the climax as background music in short videos.

The stall owner was a young girl. Seeing her linger, she came over to promote it: "Sister, this album can bless you to make your dreams come true."

You Yun didn't believe in metaphysics, but she hadn't bought a physical album before. This time, she could treat it as supporting an old classmate's career.

You Yun asked: "How much is this?"

The girl said: "998."

You Yun’s hand holding the record paused. Her old classmate was wealthy and powerful; it seemed he didn't really need this bit of support from her, so she silently placed the record back on the shelf. She was just an old classmate, not a sucker.

"..." Seeing her look like she didn't want to buy it anymore, the girl quickly said: "This is a collector's edition. The limited-edition shell set also comes with exquisite posters and keychains. It has great collection value."

"Thanks, but the RMB in my pocket also has collection value."

You Yun waved her hand and started to walk away, only to be grabbed by the girl again: "Don't go! If you think it's expensive, you can haggle."

"I'm afraid you'll hit me if I haggle."

"That won't happen. Even if the deal doesn't go through, there's still kindness left. It's normal for me to name a price and you to counter."

"98."

"Deal!"

"..."

"Wishing you and your lover a happy ending and three children!"

You Yun: "?"

Don't curse me!

Probably afraid she would go back on her word, the girl urged her to scan the code and immediately pushed her stall away. You Yun couldn't help but suspect that this wasn't a metaphysics expo, but a convention for con artists. She was truly afraid of being swindled out of her life savings by this group, so she didn't dare to keep browsing. Carrying the album, she called Liang Zhen to ask where she was. Before long, Liang Zhen came running through the crowd, holding her phone.

"Baby, let me tell you, Master Silvick just gave me a reading. She said my romance luck is booming, but my true match won't appear until after December. He's a handsome young entrepreneur. She told me not to be dazzled by recent flowers and to wait steadfastly."

After Liang Zhen finished speaking excitedly, she saw the bag in You Yun’s hand. Catching a glimpse of the name on the cover, her face instantly turned from sunny to overcast: "You actually went and bought Zhao Zhiyu’s album!"

"No, this was a freebie that came with something else." You Yun thought to herself, *Oh no, I forgot Liang Zhen is the head of Zhao Zhiyu’s anti-fan club.*

"A freebie?" Liang Zhen didn't believe her: "I really advise you not to fan him. His character is bad; it’ll collapse sooner or later."

"It’s been so many years, why do you still have an issue with him?"

Liang Zhen and You Yun were college classmates. Back then, when Zhao Zhiyu had just exploded in popularity, Liang Zhen wasn't this repulsed by him. It started because she was a fan of a C-list idol who was in the same agency as Zhao Zhiyu, debuted at the same time, and was of a similar age. Every few days, the Weibo comment sections would compare the two, leading to resource wars and inexplicable fights.

Liang Zhen couldn't stand her "brother" being stepped on, so she turned into a keyboard warrior, single-handedly creating the "Zhao Zhiyu Go Die" forum, becoming the moderator, and writing thousands of posts cursing him. Just like that, she became the head of his anti-fans. Zhao Zhiyu’s fans were called "Fish Treasures," while she was famous, nicknamed "The Fish-Shoveler Sister." Even professional antis had to respect her.

To this day, Liang Zhen had long lost interest in that C-list idol, but whenever she saw Zhao Zhiyu on a trending search, she would subconsciously knit her brows and jump in to fight diligently. It really lived up to the old saying: hate lasts longer than love.

Liang Zhen said: "It’s not having an issue; it’s pure dislike. A scumbag face like his wanting to build a 'devoted lover' persona, writing sappy love songs... Tch, who knows how many women he’s played with behind the scenes."

"That’s pure prejudice."

"No way, you’re still taking his side? Confess to me, have you secretly become his fan behind my back?"

"Absolutely not." You Yun immediately declared her stance.

"You hate him too?"

"I don't hate him, though."

"That means you like him. Very well, our friendship is over!"

What kind of weird logic was that?

You Yun: "Your black-and-white theory is too blunt. Not hating him means liking him? I don't hate pressure cookers either."

"Then why didn't you get a free pressure cooker when you bought that thing?"

"You're really splitting hairs."

As they were talking, the phone in her bag buzzed twice. She looked down and saw a reminder from the backend of her fan site.

["Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?" has thrown 30,000 diamonds at you.]

You Yun: "..."

What is going on? The sugar daddy is throwing money again!

You Yun didn't know what to say. It had been a week in a row, 30,000 diamonds every day; it added up to 210,000. Could this be some new form of fraud or money laundering?

You Yun shivered and asked Liang Zhen, who was beside her: "Zhen-Zhen, if someone keeps sending you gifts, 30,000 at a time, what do you think it means?"

"Are you talking about that sugar daddy on your fan site?" Liang Zhen took the milk tea from the stall owner and took a big sip. She had known You Yun was writing novels since college, and she heard the content was quite explicit.

You Yun: "Yeah."

She held up her phone to show her the backend notification.

Liang Zhen looked at that long string of diamonds and clicked her tongue twice: "What else could it mean? The top contributor never gives for free. He wants to sleep with you, obviously."

"I don't think so. He never asked for my private contact, never initiated a chat, and doesn't even reply when I message him. He’s quite mysterious."

"It's just a little trick to get your attention. Judging by his ID, you can tell he's a veteran player. Playing hard to get—it's all a trap."

Liang Zhen had her own social media account and often livestreamed beauty tutorials, so her words had some credibility, but You Yun was still skeptical: "But if he really wants to sleep with me, isn't the cost too high? He’s already spent over 200,000 on me."

"Maybe this 200,000 was scammed from the last rich woman. You know the saying, 'the wool comes from the sheep'." Liang Zhen chewed the pearls and said with conviction: "I’m sure if he’s not trying to sleep with you, he’s trying to..."

You Yun blinked, waiting for the rest.

"...sell you tea."

"..."

"Is there a possibility that he just genuinely likes my novel?"

"Wouldn't that be even more dangerous? If he likes your novel, what kind of good person could he be?"

"..."

Although it was very offensive, what you said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

After leaving the exhibition hall, the two ate and went home separately. Even though it was the weekend, Subway Line 1 was still packed, and You Yun was almost squeezed into a human tin can.

You Yun found a corner to stand in, the warnings from Liang Zhen echoing in her ears. In her mind, she pictured a slender left-handed hand with distinct knuckles and that blurred ID card—the only things she knew about him. As a veteran "hand fetishist," You Yun didn't want to believe from the bottom of her heart that this sugar daddy was a swindler. She pulled out her phone and opened their chat box; the record was still frozen from three days ago.

She had said there was no need to send gifts, the other party hadn't replied, but the gifts hadn't stopped. So rich, so willful.

You Yun pursed her lips, her curious heart stirring. Finally, she couldn't resist and sent him a cryptic message.

*Pomelo Meow:* [Husband isn't home, I'm lonely and restless all by myself. Secretly livestreaming my shower [Click to Enter] /seduce/seduce]

No matter what kind of demon or monster he is, I’ll test him first. If he’s really a swindler, he should show his true colors soon, right?

Unexpectedly, this time he replied in just two minutes.

*Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?:* [?]

A single question mark.

So stingy with words, so distant, yet quite good at fishing. It would be better if he used this hot-and-cold technique to cook tripe.

Just as she was grumbling to herself, another message came in.

*Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?:* [Isn't your husband dead?]

You Yun was stunned. Was that the case? She hurriedly scrolled up to check the chat history. Oh, right—her persona last time was a landlady whose husband had died.

*Pomelo Meow:* [That's right, my ex-husband died /cry. My current husband doesn't love me; he only covets my money and wants to divorce me. I don't want to split the family assets with him, and I worry every day about how to squander them. Could you please help me?]

Cast the bait out first and see if he takes it.

*Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?:* [How to help?]

He took the bait, hehe.

*Pomelo Meow:* [Can you send me your address? I’ll mail you ten jin of RMB /shy/shy]

After five minutes, the message from the other side finally came through.

*Does Anyone Dare Touch My Woman?:* [No. 44, Xibahe North, Xin'an District, Beijing, Xin'an Branch Police Station. Phone: 010-xxxxx134]

You Yun: "..."

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You little brat, your guard is quite high!