Little Lucky Fire

Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married.
Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother.
In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow.
Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent.
The clamoring on the internet grew more intense.
"That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?"
"And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?"
"Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?"
"Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic."
But...
As the camera panned,
who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?!
Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

The wealthy stepmom became wildly popular in the parenting show

"My favorite." Li Xingwan took a step forward, standing on the steps, looking down at some of the scenes below. Full of lofty aspirations.


"Thirty years of fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon, never take it lightly, white-haired youth, deeply lamentable!


Shame of Jingkang, yet to be avenged. The resentment of the subjects, when will it be extinguished! Driving the long cart, treading through the Helan Mountain pass..."


As Li Xingwan recited the last line, everyone turned their gaze towards her.


Because this was one of the most classic moments in Zheng Shaosu's films. A scholar in white, with boundless enthusiasm but never able to apply it wisely. In pain, he composed such a poem.


Yet no one expected that Li Xingwan could make them empathize and recite with such feeling.


Chapter 608: Heard You've Been Quite Popular Lately?