Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 28

As the filming drew closer to its conclusion, Fu Xia glanced at the script. The romantic arcs of the two female leads had now become clear. The social butterfly she portrayed had finally realized she shouldn’t be casting her net so widely, while Cheng Wanyu’s character understood her fiancée’s affections weren’t genuine. Both had broken up and decided to take time for themselves.

Since this was an outdoor scene, the crew had chosen a scenic coastal route for shooting, with plans to capture the breathtaking ocean views along the highway.

Fu Xia had been getting along well with the members of the Cheng-Fu fan group lately. Being just past twenty, she found this novel experience quite enjoyable and blended right in. She even picked up some news from Cheng Wanyu’s longtime fans about her November concert.

Wanyu’s concert tickets are impossible to get! Scalpers have snatched up all the floor seats—they’re starting at 3,800 now

3,800? That’s outrageous!

Floor seats always get botted the moment they drop. Real fans rarely get them. If you want floor, you have to buy from scalpers—it’s disgusting

What about the stands?

Those are over 2,000 now too

So expensive…

Watching the collective lament in the group chat, Fu Xia lounged on her bed with nothing particular to do. Wrapped early at 3 PM, she idly scrolled through the lively discussion before asking in surprise: Are the tickets really that hard to get?

The group immediately buzzed with responses:

Of course! Wanyu only does one concert a year, and floor seats are limited

Since she’s been filming, she hasn’t done any commercial shows this year. The concert’s our only chance to see her

Money isn’t the issue—we just refuse to feed the scalpers

Exactly! Their price gouging is disgusting

Fu Xia kicked her feet playfully and asked: Is she really that good at singing?

Are you questioning Wanyu’s professional skills?!

Before Fu Xia could respond, someone dropped a video clip in the chat with the caption: Watch this—absolute fire!

Tapping the link, Fu Xia was instantly met with concert footage. Cheng Wanyu stood transformed—crimson bell-bottoms, a feather-adorned red jacket, and dramatic makeup turning her into a blazing phoenix. Strobe lights danced chaotically behind her as she gripped a matching red microphone, her stage makeup intense under the spotlights.

“I’ve wandered barren deserts, ventured vibrant ocean depths, leaving no regrets behind”

“If this is where I belong, if this is my soul”

“Then let it stay here, forever, forever, forever…”

Her passionate delivery suddenly shifted as the fiery diva became an ice princess—perched on a mechanical arm, fingers dancing across a piano key while singing with frost-blue makeup, pouring emotion into every note.

Fu Xia found herself deeply moved by that mesmerizing gaze. Though she knew Cheng Wanyu excelled at everything, she’d never imagined her singing could be this extraordinary.

Each word and phrase struck like a heavy, solid hammer, pounding relentlessly against her heart.

The people in the group chat had also opened the video, howling with excitement about how amazing Cheng Wanyu was!

Fu Xia was moved too. She asked: “Where can I buy tickets for her now? Is X-Mai selling them?”

“No way, they sold out the moment they went live yesterday. Even the worst seats in the stands are gone now.”

“Yeah, San-sui, if you really want tickets for Yuyu, you should check the fan groups. The big fans usually reserve a few for auctions.”

Fu Xia asked: “Cheng Wanyu’s fan groups?”

Suan Cai Yu Chao Mian chimed in: “Don’t bother with Wanyu’s fan groups—they’re too crowded, and you won’t outbid them. Try the main Cheng-Fu ship group instead.”

Fu Xia: “?????”

Member No. 1: “Exactly! The reason our Cheng-Fu ship stands strong is because even the official channels endorse it!”

Member No. 2: “Right, our main fan group also auctions concert tickets!”

Member No. 3: “Super prestigious!”

Fu Xia: “You mean… that main group?”

Suan Cai Yu Chao Mian: “Yep, the Cheng-Fu ship’s ‘Three Thousand Beauties’ fan group.”

Fu Xia: “……”

Suddenly, the idea of going downstairs and asking Cheng Wanyu to sing for her in person didn’t seem so bad. If she had to beg for tickets in a fan group auction, where would she even hide her dignity?

Just as Fu Xia was about to give up, Suan Cai Yu Chao Mian tagged her again.

Suan Cai Yu Chao Mian: “Heard that auction winners get exclusive fan merch! Plus, some spicy Cheng-Fu doujinshi from the big-name artists—including my upcoming artbook next year!”

Fu Xia: “……What’s the group number?”

Soon, Fu Xia got the QQ group number for the “Three Thousand Beauties” Cheng-Fu ship. Honestly, she didn’t even need to ask—the moment she mentioned it, everyone eagerly handed it over.

After all, they were all a bunch of degenerates.

Still, the enthusiastic Cheng-Fu shippers kindly warned her: since Cheng Wanyu had previously revoked a wealthy fan’s membership, new joiners now had to pass an entrance exam before being allowed to bid for concert tickets.

Fu Xia: “……”

Well, it was inevitable. She resigned herself to it.

After joining the group, an admin quickly messaged her privately. Seeing the admin’s profile picture—a signed 2.0 version of her own ID photo—Fu Xia felt like she’d been cornered by her own people.

Admin No. 1: “Sweetie, I’ll be handling your assessment~”

Fu San-sui: “Okay.”

Admin No. 1: “First question: What’s Xiaxia’s birthday (month/day)?”

Fu Xia scoffed. As if that would stump her.

Fu San-sui: “April 1st.”

Admin No. 1: “And Wanyu’s birthday?”

Fu Xia quickly looked it up and replied: “January 3rd.”

Admin No. 1: “Now, what do their birthdays symbolize?”

Fu San-sui: “?????”

How the hell would I know???

After frantically searching and finding nothing, Fu Xia asked in frustration: “They’re just birthdays—what’s there to symbolize?”

Did it mean Fu Xia’s mom gave birth in spring while Cheng Wanyu’s mom did in winter? That Cheng Wanyu was older than her?

Admin No. 1: “Think harder~”

Fu San-sui: “It symbolizes… that both their moms had great timing. Must’ve been an auspicious day for childbirth.”

Admin No. 1: “……”

Three-Year-Old Fu: “……”

With a smack, Fu Xia was kicked out of the moderation group.

Admin No.1: “Combining both of your birthdays gives the meaning ‘Entrusting You My Life.'”

Fu Xia: “????”

Since when did her and Cheng Wanyu’s birthdays mean something like that?

“Entrusting You My Life”?

How the hell did they even come up with that?

Admin No.1: “Xiaxia’s birthday is April 1st, which is ‘Entrust (4) You (1).’ Wanyu’s birthday is January 3rd, meaning ‘Life (1-3).’ Get it now?”

Fu Xia: “……”

Like hell she did!

Who even forces meanings like that? The way they’re scraping for sugar is just too fake!

Fu Xia felt suffocated. She begged for another revival round, and the admin agreed.

Admin No.1: “What is Cheng Wanyu’s favorite food?”

Three-Year-Old Fu: “Oden.”

Admin No.1: “And Xiaxia’s favorite?”

Three-Year-Old Fu: “Instant noodles.””

Admin No.1: “……”

Three-Year-Old Fu: “?”

System Notification: The recipient has blocked your messages. Please re-add as a friend.

Fu Xia: “…”

Life was hard. Getting kicked out of fanfiction groups by fans, getting kicked out of big groups by admins—Fu Xia was probably the person most frequently kicked by her own fans in the entire fandom.

Zhou Wen pushed the door open to find Fu Xia hugging a pillow and crying. Curious, she asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Fu Xia bit the pillow and mumbled, “Wuwuwu… nothing. Is the takeout here yet?”

Zhou Wen lifted the food bag. “Yeah, hurry up and eat. We’ve got an outdoor shoot tomorrow.”

Fu Xia jumped off the bed and wolfed down the salad in a few bites, even finishing the carrots she usually hated. After stuffing herself, she tossed the takeout box onto the table, wiped her mouth, and told Zhou Wen, “I’m reading scripts tonight, Sis Zhou Wen. Don’t come in, okay?”

Zhou Wen nodded while slurping her spicy hotpot.

Fu Xia crammed all the info about herself and Cheng Wanyu, and with the help of group members, finally managed to join the big group before 11 PM. By now, she even knew Cheng Wanyu had a tiny mole on the sole of her foot.

Thanks to the Cheng-Fu shippers, Fu Xia thought bitterly.

After asking the admins, she learned the auction for those VIP tickets would happen in October alongside other big groups, requiring real-name registration. Fu Xia immediately signed up under Zhou Wen’s name to ensure she could participate in the auction without fail.

Fu Xia never imagined she’d go to such lengths just for a concert ticket.

The next day, the crew was preparing for the outdoor shoot. Since this scene focused on the turning point in the two female leads’ rocky relationship, only essential personnel—director, cameramen, and the two leads—were needed.

Cheng Wanyu stood in the hotel parking lot, eyeing Fu Xia’s heavy dark circles. “What’s wrong? Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Fu Xia nodded and let out a big yawn—only to freeze mid-yawn when she noticed Cheng Wanyu carrying a space-themed pet carrier. Still groggy, she’d initially thought it was just a backpack, but up close, she realized it was a cat carrier.

“Huh?” Fu Xia tapped the transparent cover curiously, spotting a tiny orange-and-white butt inside. “Is this your cat?”

Cheng Wanyu nodded with a smile. “Just brought her from home a few days ago. Thought I’d take her out for some fresh air too.”

“Going for a walk is great. Pets should be taken out to travel and explore,” Fu Xia asked happily. “What’s its name?”

Cheng Wanyu replied, “It’s called Guazi (Melon Seeds).”

Fu Xia laughed and said, “What a coincidence! A few days ago, at our company, I met a cat that also seemed to be named Guazi.”

Cheng Wanyu: “…”

Fu Xia continued, “That cat was also orange and white, with four little white gloves on its paws. It was chubby and super adorable.”

Cheng Wanyu sighed deeply, looking at Fu Xia with profound eyes as she remarked meaningfully, “Indeed, what an interesting coincidence.”