Year After Year of Abundance 06

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Today, Zhao Zhiyu was shooting the cover for the next issue of a fashion magazine. After finishing the first set, he sat in the makeup room while the stylist was changing his hairstyle.

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In the darkness, her ink-black hair drifted in the water. He Jiao Jiao lifted Lier’s chin with her fingertips, making him look up at her. Under the moonlight, those blue pupils shimmered with confusion and innocence, mixed with the fear of the unknown. She brushed aside the long hair along his neck, the graceful curve tempting one to... bite.

And she did. Her sharp teeth pierced the gland; he struggled in pain, his tail slapping the water aggressively. He Jiao Jiao didn’t let go; like a hunting leopard, she bit down firmly on her prey. “I want to mark you!”

“Mmm...” The potent pheromones flooded his body, scent diffusing through the water. His entire back arched as he whimpered continuously.

Once the marking was complete, a warm tongue pried open his lips, swirling wildly, weaving passionate threads that blended in the water. The omega no longer resisted, yielding fully to her desires.

Ex-boyfriend in three seconds: “Ahhhh, so excited!!”

Lin Pinru’s father: “Lier seems to have a strong submissive trait. I love seeing his mouth forced open, unable to close, blindfolded and tied up, kneeling and looking up at his master while being petted on the head. Ahhh, training him would make things even hotter [drooling].”

The crazy ones have arrived, everyone step aside: “Pass me the pen, sister!”

“...”

Zhao Zhiyu glanced at the comments for a moment, his expression growing complicated. He took out his phone and started searching on Baidu: “What is M?”

Stylist A Jiao glanced over casually and happened to catch his search history.

Her pupils widened in shock.

A Jiao was a well-known makeup artist in the fashion industry. Her team often collaborated with artists on magazine shoots, and she had worked with Zhao Zhiyu many times, always impressed by his humility, professionalism, and unpicky attitude toward makeup.

So every time she did his makeup, it was effortless—just a thin layer of foundation, no need for contouring. His features were sculpted like a Greek statue, sharp and defined; contouring was unnecessary.

But she never imagined—never judge a book by its cover.

This seemingly dignified superstar was into such wild things privately.

He actually liked the BDSM community! And he was an M!

Zhao Zhiyu casually looked up just as A Jiao stared at him with a terrified expression. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

She hurriedly shook her head. “You’re quite... well-informed, huh.”

Zhao Zhiyu: “?”

“What do you mean by well-informed?” Hearing this, Ji Sui, who was lounging on the sofa playing games, sat up, all ears for gossip.

A Jiao awkwardly smiled, saying nothing.

“Why the mystery?” Ji Sui’s curiosity peaked; he forgot he was still playing, accidentally giving away his position and getting sniped. He didn’t mind, walking around to stand behind him and peering over. “Let me see?”

Zhao Zhiyu had anticipated this and immediately turned off the screen, his voice cool: “That’s personal privacy.”

But Ji Sui had sharp eyesight; even a brief glance revealed the familiar Barbie-pink background.

No surprise—it was another pink site.

“Reading novels again?”

Zhao Zhiyu neither admitted nor denied.

“I’m just saying, if you’re reading novels, just own it. Why hide it? It’s just reading novels, not personal privacy.”

Ji Sui was curious because Zhao Zhiyu was usually a recluse, reluctant to take on business, preferring to stay in the music room. Yet recently, he suddenly got hooked on novels. Honestly, Ji Sui wanted to know what kind of stories he was into.

Ji Sui said, “How about I get you a role in an IP drama next season to satisfy you? What genre do you like?”

The stylist smiled gently: “Definitely the overbearing CEO type.”

Assistant A Ling chimed in: “No, no, I think Teacher Zhao’s eyes look so tender and loving, perfect for playing the tragic secondary lead who loves but cannot have, the more tortured the more beautiful type, absolutely exquisite.”

More tortured yet more beautiful?

He’d recently seen that phrase often in You Yun’s comment section. What, did he have a face made for masochism?

Amid the lively chatter, A Jiao slowly spoke: “Is it possible that Teacher Zhao prefers art-house romance?”

A Ling: “Art-house romance, like?”

A Jiao: “The Chinese version of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’”

A Ling: “?”

Something’s off here.

Ji Sui clearly didn’t get the hint: “Art-house romance is good. Films that challenge morality have a better chance at major awards.”

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Zhao Zhiyu ignored them and, seeing the time, grabbed the outfit prepared by the stylist and headed to the dressing room.

Clearly, he was not pleased.

With the teasing subject gone, Ji Sui lost interest and resumed playing games on the sofa.

Zhao Zhiyu debuted as a singer-songwriter, skyrocketing to phenomenon-level fame with the song “Moonlight.” Perhaps his debut album was too explosive, making it hard to surpass. In recent years, album sales dwindled, and some opportunistic marketing accounts labeled him as talentless, earning a monthly income of just a hundred thousand by disparaging him.

Though good looks are a primary asset, relying solely on appearance is not sustainable. The entertainment industry evolves rapidly; new talents emerge like crops being harvested one after another. One day, a new star with a stunning face might come along and bury him.

So Ji Sui hoped Zhao Zhiyu would fall in love—ideally suffer heartbreak—then his work would flourish. But Zhao Zhiyu had no sense of crisis and leisurely read novels instead.

Can reading novels lead to falling in love?

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On days off, You Yun was bored stiff at home. Liang Zhen was a busy bee, working by day and live streaming at night. She couldn’t disturb her constantly, so after some thought, she decided to bother her electronic pet—the top-ranked donor.

She carefully prepared several opening lines, choosing a mild one to avoid being blocked outright.

Yuzu Meow: [Yuyu invites you to slash prices on Pinduoduo and win a deluxe fridge!]

Yuzu Meow: [/rose/rose]

Five minutes later, the status showed the other party was typing.

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [Family bankrupt?]

You Yun smiled and typed: [Whimpering, big trouble. My husband ran off with the money. I woke up to find all the furniture gone, only me and three pounds of pork left at home. /crying/crying]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [So, the fridge game is for what?]

Yuzu Meow: [Isn’t there still three pounds of pork at home? o.O]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [Hmm, you sure know how to live.]

Yuzu Meow: [Thanks, but don’t worry, I still make money. Did a good deed today and earned five thousand bucks.]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [……]

Yuzu Meow: [Quick, ask me what good deed!]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [What good deed?]

Yuzu Meow: [On the street, I saw an old lady fall by a BMW. Nobody dared to help, but I, a kind-hearted billionaire, stepped up and accidentally hurt my back. We both fell in front of the car. The owner came over and gave each of us five thousand. /shy]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [: : : : : :]

You Yun stared at the double row of ellipses on the screen, thinking her eyes were playing tricks.

Yuzu Meow: [Why can your ellipses be double row?]

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [:]

You Yun was at a loss for words.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard when two words popped up again.

“Your woman dares to touch mine?”: [Sleeping.]

What? Sleeping?

You Yun slowly turned her head to glance at the electronic clock on the wall. If her eyesight was correct, it was 5 p.m.

Was his schedule really this absurd?

Could he be doing some unhealthy profession?

But it was indeed time for dinner.

You Yun had been cooped up all day and was hungry, so she searched for a home cooking recipe, heated oil in a pan, stir-fried scallions and ginger, added water to stew, then reduced the sauce on high heat...

After an hour of busy cooking, Master You decided to eat out instead.

Nearby, a mall was a few minutes’ walk away, bustling with children playing in the square.

She had lived in Jingbei for many years, from school to work, witnessing the city’s old buildings replaced by new ones and neon lights shimmering. She was no longer a stranger to this towering, developed city, yet sometimes, gazing at the illuminated splendor, she felt a profound loneliness, a lack of belonging.

She couldn’t say she had achieved nothing these years; she had broadened her horizons and acted in some stage plays—not much, but progress nonetheless. Yet life was no drama; despite her efforts, she hadn’t become the big star daughter her parents boasted about, earning millions monthly to buy Hermes for her mother and a Porsche for her father.

You Yun thought sometimes one must accept their ordinariness.

After all, she could even burn a simple stir-fry!

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The 5 p.m. sun was still scorching. All the snack shops were crowded. You Yun went to her usual dan dan noodles shop. The owner, from Xiamen like her, greeted her warmly: “Same as always, extra spicy?”

She nodded, and the owner laughed, saying he rarely saw a Minnan girl who could handle such heat.

You Yun picked a corner seat to wait for her noodles. Midway, she went to the restroom. After washing her hands, she saw from afar a short, chubby toddler standing by her table, seemingly rummaging through her bag.

You Yun strode over: “What are you doing?”

The little one was startled by her voice and stepped back a few paces. She was a very pretty girl, about four or five years old, with big eyes and very fair skin.

This didn’t seem like a thief’s behavior—why rummage through someone’s bag?

You Yun’s bag contained nothing valuable—just tissues and a hat she grabbed on the way out—so she hadn’t cared much and left it on the bench.

The little girl looked embarrassed, rubbing her hands silently.

You Yun sat back down and glanced inside her bag, finding nothing missing. She looked up: “Are you alone?”

The girl nodded.

“Do you live nearby?”

The girl shook her head, barely taller than the table, looking up at her with bright eyes.

Not from nearby, and coming to the shop alone?

Could she really be a thief? You Yun had read news about traffickers teaching kidnapped children to steal. She scanned the shop but saw no suspicious person.

“Little one, do you need help?” You Yun bent down, speaking softly so only they could hear.

Hearing this, the girl’s eyes lit up and nodded seriously: “Sister, can I borrow your power bank?”

You Yun was stunned: “Power bank?”

The girl pointed at her bag. You Yun rummaged and indeed found a power bank inside, though she had no idea when she put it there. She handed it to the girl: “Here, what do you need it for?”

The girl said, “I’m lost. My phone watch ran out of battery. I want to call my dad.”

Ah, that explained it.

Thank goodness it wasn’t a kidnapping.

You Yun relaxed and took out her phone to dial: “I’ll call for you. Do you remember your dad’s number?”

The girl nodded and recited a string of digits.

The phone rang a few times with no answer.

You Yun glanced at the dial screen suspiciously and tried again. This time it rang for nearly a minute before answering just before an automatic hang-up.

“Who is this?” A male voice came through, groggy and hoarse from just waking, very low.

The voice sounded familiar but had a low, sleepy tone.

Apparently, he was annoyed to be woken up.

This dad had a big heart—losing his daughter and still able to sleep. And sleeping at 5 p.m.? Afternoon nap or all-nighter? His schedule was as irregular as the top donor’s.

You Yun patiently explained, “Your daughter is with me now.”

There was a long silence on the other end.

You Yun didn’t understand the tactic, lowered her gaze at the expectant little girl, and unwilling to hang up, waited patiently. When she began to wonder if the man had fallen asleep again, she finally prompted, “Hello? Are you still there?”

A faint rustling came through the mic, but no voice.

What kind of irresponsible parent was this? No urgency despite the child missing.

After a while, the man spoke with a chill in his voice: “How much do you want?”

You Yun: “?”

What did he mean? Was he extorting her?