Chapter Eleven: Women Can Also Be Heroes; I Was Born to Shine

[Production Team: After spending some time with the other guests, Wei, have you developed feelings for anyone?]

Wei Feng faced the camera calmly, offering a gentle smile. “I thought the answer was already quite obvious.”

A simple sentence stirred a tidal wave of excitement across the internet.

“Wei Feng definitely likes Jiang Chiyu; just look at the little expressions on his face—there’s no mistaking it!”

“I’m proudly waving the flag for ‘Jiang Feng Not Late’—they’re undoubtedly the perfect match!”

“Their straightforward, radiant love is just too obvious! Wei Feng truly adores her!”

Though Wei Feng’s feelings were clear as day, the production team always sought ways to create buzz.

[Production Team: Wei, you must have seen the live comments by now. What do you think about Ms. Jiang’s recent response?]

Wei Feng rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly, the corners of his mouth lifting. “My affection doesn’t need to be reciprocated. Loving someone shouldn’t become a burden to her. She holds great love in her heart; I cherish a smaller, quieter one.”

Viewers before their screens couldn’t help but break into knowing smiles.

“Wow, Wei is such a smooth talker—somehow, they really suit each other.”

“Someone get me an insulin shot—I can’t handle this sweetness!”

“My smile’s uncontrollable. Watching people fall in love is truly the sweetest thing!”

Just two simple questions ignited countless discussions among netizens. As the live broadcast continued, the couple name “Jiang Feng Not Late” instantly skyrocketed to the top of trending searches, dominating the day’s most popular CP charts and maintaining steady heat.

New trending tags kept pouring in:

“Jiang Feng Not Late is too sweet”

“Wei Feng’s small love, affection without burden”

“Jiang Chiyu’s new viral style”

Meanwhile, Jiang Chiyu sat in the living room, ears closed to the outside world, fully absorbed in her game. Occasionally, she would curse, “Ouch! Died again—how is this big goose so hard to catch?”

Hearing this, Fang Yingying immediately approached, excitedly asking, “Chiyu! You’re playing this game too? Create a room and invite me!”

“I’m a newbie, only started yesterday, not very skilled,” Jiang Chiyu replied shyly.

Fang Yingying didn’t mind at all, leaning in with a bright smile. “What’s there to fear? I’m a newbie too. Let me see just how... bad you are.”

“You call this bad?! I’ve been playing for over half a year and never pulled this rare skin. You’ve only played a day and already have it?” Fang Yingying glanced at Jiang Chiyu’s game inventory, noticing it was filled with rare skins.

With odds of one in ten thousand, even the biggest spenders rarely had such luck. Fang Yingying’s eyes went wide.

Clinging to Jiang Chiyu with admiration shining in her eyes, Fang Yingying shamelessly pleaded, “Sis! Teach me, please!”

Jiang Chiyu couldn’t refuse and agreed at once, “Alright.”

No sooner had she spoken, Fang Yingying added Jiang Chiyu as a game friend and tried to start a ranked match, only to cruelly discover, “Ah! Sis, your rank is too high! I can’t join, boohoo...”

Jiang Chiyu averted her gaze, lowering her head and rubbing her nose tip, trying to hide her embarrassment. “No choice then—how about I make a low-level account to carry you?”

“That’s too much trouble,” Fang Yingying said, crestfallen. Her earlier excitement vanished instantly. Then, with a hopeful look, she turned to Jiang Chiyu. “Chiyu, help me draw a card. I want a rare skin too.”

Covering her eyes, she handed over the phone.

Unable to resist Fang Yingying’s enthusiasm, Jiang Chiyu took the phone, expression calm, and casually tapped. “There, done.”

With her heart pounding, Fang Yingying barely parted her fingers enough to peek, squinting nervously at the screen.

“Ahhh! It’s my favorite one! Chiyu, I seriously love you!” Fang Yingying jumped up from the sofa, then planted a fierce kiss on Jiang Chiyu’s cheek.

Lin Qingyue couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the pair, her finely arched brows knitting in irritation. “You’re so noisy. Can you play quietly? You’re disturbing me while I’m memorizing lines.”

At that, Fang Yingying immediately shut up, sitting obediently.

Jiang Chiyu’s eyes darkened as she retorted, “You could choose to rehearse in your room instead of bossing others around here.”

Once the show aired, discussions about Jiang Chiyu steadily increased online. Seeing her momentum threaten to surpass Lin Qingyue, Lin’s attitude soured further.

“Don’t think that just because you trend every day you can become a star and do whatever you want. Jiang Chiyu, you better know your place.”

Lin Qingyue’s disdainful gaze revealed the same arrogant, commanding demeanor deep within.

Though she had a belly like a general’s, she never hesitated to strike hard at petty foes.

Born into the general’s household, with a father who had three wives and four concubines, Jiang Chiyu was no stranger to such arrogant women. She had long since grown accustomed to dealing with them, battle-hardened from experience.

Jiang Chiyu exited the game interface, set down her phone, and locked eyes with Lin Qingyue, a shadow of darkness in her gaze.

“My influence isn’t as great as yours, my status lower. Naturally, I shouldn’t compete with you. How could I possibly contend with you, sister? If I disturb your pretentious script memorization, then I deserve to be damned.”

Her words, dripping with faux sweetness, immediately left Lin Qingyue speechless.

“You! Don’t think a moment of triumph means you can suddenly become a phoenix on a branch. Let’s see how far you can walk this path!” Lin Qingyue snapped angrily.

“Women can be heroines too. I was born radiant, not to be judged by others,” Jiang Chiyu declared upright, her entire being exuding proud resilience.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyue’s expression shifted abruptly; an unnameable fury surged within her, fists clenched tightly.

Fang Yingying, too, was startled by Jiang Chiyu’s boldness, admiring her courage to confront Lin Qingyue head-on on camera.

All the pent-up resentment erupted at once. Standing beside Jiang Chiyu, Fang Yingying’s timid nature vanished as she spoke plainly.

“Teacher Lin, we juniors respect you in every way, but you keep pushing us. You didn’t clarify the allergic reaction incident last time, which caused Sister Chiyu to be criticized endlessly. Shouldn’t you have explained yourself?”

The words instantly silenced Lin Qingyue, who stammered weakly, “I... I was just...”

“You just can’t stand Sister Chiyu trending and gaining followers, so you deliberately kept quiet to let the criticism stick. Since Chiyu’s influence isn’t as big as yours, no one cares. Instead, people complain about why Jiang Chiyu keeps occupying public resources!”

Fang Yingying usually stayed quiet, but today her words hit with overwhelming force.

“I’ve been in the hospital these past few days. How could I possibly notice what netizens say?” Lin Qingyue’s eyes darted nervously, avoiding Fang Yingying’s gaze, her voice lacking confidence.