At the edge of the crowd, Xing Wanshuang felt her small moment of relief shrivel up and die after seeing Qiao Moyu’s success unfold so quickly.

  She found it was difficult to bear and was unsure of whether she held more hatred or jealousy for Qiao Moyu.

  In the end, she heard that the garland flower was sold for $2900 while the floral hoop finally settled at $2660.

  At noon, the clock rang, indicating that the first episode of《I Am Not Just an Actor》was almost done recording.

  The program group calculated each group’s earnings and announced, “Our third group’s total donations acquired is $10,562. Congratulations Moyu and Qianqian!”


  The program group continued, “The second group received a total donation of $7,800, which is also outstanding!”


  “The winning group will now choose the assisting guest to attend the next episode’s recording.”


  Qin Qianqian let Qiao Moyu choose, who was looking straight at Ye Peicheng.

  “Film Emperor Ye, I want to invite you to join our third group!”


  “You won’t suffer with .

  ”, she added.

  Everyone couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone knew what she was really saying:

  Ye Peicheng helplessly looked at Qiao Moyu, weakly saying okay in reply.

  “Moyu, according to the rules, you can invite two male guests.” The host reminded.

  Qiao Moyu’s gaze slowly stopped at Xing Yichen’s face. He looked at her as well, but there wasn’t anything special in his eyes.

  She smiled at him out of courtesy, “Though I’m not a man, I am half nobleman. I won’t seize what others wantーwe’ll only be inviting Film Emperor Ye for this group.”


  Xing Yichen’s face stiffened ever so slightly as she said this.

  Qiao Ruohuan’s voice rang, “Thank you, Moyu! Our group will be inviting brother Yichen, then. Is that alright, brother Yichen?”


  “Okay,” Xing Yichen answered and turned to look at Xing Wanshuang. As expected, his sister was clearly displeased.

  He had a headache. Attending a program would make a fight inevitable between his sister and his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, because the video camera was still recording, he was unable to find an opportunity to mediate between the two of them.

  “Then I declare that the recording for this episode of《I Am Not Just an Actor》to be over. See you next episode!” With the host’s closing remarks, the camera swept over each guest and everyone waved goodbye.

  The recording was successful, so Qiao Moyu and her group ate breakfast in the county. They headed towards the city’s airport afterward.

  While they were waiting for their flight, Qiao Moyu casually took out her phone and scrolled through her Weibo. She then discovered that Lu Beige was a trending search.

  [The spiritual composer, Lu Beige, has been silent for five years. Now, he returns with《Nirvana》]

  Had his studio become popular?

  The corners of her lips up curled upwards as she noticed that within Weibo, the majority of her feed was Lu Beige. Many celebrities had forwarded Lu Beige’s 《Nirvana》.

  The world was like that. No one ever praised something that was already perfect, and very few helped someone in need.

  Thinking of this, Qiao Moyu couldn’t help but look at Ye Peicheng.

  He noticed her gaze and looked over to meet it.

  “Lu Beige’s song is popular,” Qiao Moyu whispered to him.

  He already knew. Qiao Moyu couldn’t use her phone during the program, but Ye Peicheng already received Lu Beige’s call.

  Seeing no change in expression, she knew that he had already found out. She raised her eyebrows at Ye Peicheng, and said, “So I’m not bragging and swindling.”


  Ye Peicheng thought of when Qiao Moyu brought Luo Luo to the eye-opening ceremony, where he easily had a catch with the fishhook she gave him. And to top it all off, he remembered the floral hoops from the morning. He examined her.

  “Where did you learn this?”


  Although he didn’t believe in Buddhism, he couldn’t help but be suspicious of the numerous coincidences he witnessed.

  “Didn’t I tell you? I’m the 31st head of the Ling Xu Sect, Qing Yin priest……” When Qiao Moyu said this, her voice went lower and softer. She was practically whispering.

  Ye Peicheng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this and asked, “Then where is your temple?”


  “On the northern suburbs mountains.” Qiao Moyu answered.

  “Then I’ll pay you a visit one day.”