Song Wu’s Current Situation

When he got home, his wife, Song Yanxi, was still not back.

She was probably still at Shuiyunjian. Even while pregnant, she was tirelessly managing her beauty business.

Once Lu Zhen's Legend aired, if Zhao Liying became a hit, he would invite her to Shuiyunjian for a little advertisement.

It would be a small way to support his wife.

His eldest sister, Chen Yao, and her husband, Xiao Ping'an, arrived.

They drove over in their newly bought Volkswagen Bora, beaming with joy.

"Ping Sheng, where's Yanxi?"

"She's still at Shuiyunjian and hasn't returned yet. An'an is probably with her too."

"Oh."

Chen Yao had come over to inform him that their small convenience store was set to open in a few days.

Chen Pingsheng congratulated them before asking, "Are you planning any opening celebrations?"

"No need for that. It's just a small shop. We'll just have a family dinner at our place."

"Sounds good."

Chen Yao and Xiao Ping'an were both pragmatic people. To them, running a small convenience store in Beijing, earning a stable two to three hundred thousand yuan a year, was already a vast improvement over their previous life in Shacheng.

A modest fortune was enough for a peaceful and fulfilling life.

Chen Pingsheng thought it was a good way to live. Money alone didn't guarantee happiness—but being broke definitely ensured misery.

When Song Yanxi returned, he even suggested giving their Porsche Panamera to his sister.

It had been sitting unused, collecting dust.

They had bought it second-hand before, and now it made the perfect opening gift for his sister.

Song Yanxi had no objections. They already had more than enough cars—so many that parking was becoming an issue.

Her mind was entirely focused on her beauty business, though high-end beauty services weren't easy to break into.

There weren't enough customers yet, and their initial marketing wasn't doing well.

"Don't worry. Give it some time. Your husband will sort it out for you."

While the couple was busy with their careers, little An'an was like a wild horse, playing endlessly every day.

The mere mention of homework drained her spirit as if she had lost her father.

Their firstborn was beyond hope, and their second child still had months before birth.

Chen Pingsheng swore to himself daily—his second child would be raised properly.

If not Tsinghua or Peking University, at least a top 985 university.

When people had no money, all they thought about was making money.

Once they had money, they started worrying about their kids' grades.

Troubles never ended.

The next morning, Song Yanxi took off in his Brabus Mercedes-Benz.

She said she was taking a few girls from her shop to a training session, and the Bentley wasn't big enough.

Chen Pingsheng had to drive his Aston Martin instead.

Just as he was leaving, Bai Xin sent him a message.

"Uncle, are you awake? Going to work?"

After confirming her location, he decided to pick her up—it was on the way anyway.

The Aston Martin had a gentlemanly British flair, unlike the usual flashy Ferraris.

"Uncle, why are you driving another new car?"

"The boss has a lot of cars. As his driver, I can pick whichever one I want."

Riding an Aston Martin for 25 yuan, Bai Xin felt like the seat was slightly too hot.

She got into the passenger seat and shifted a little.

"Uncle, is your boss Zhao Liying really that rich now?"

"I don't know how rich she is, but her pay per movie is in the tens of millions."

"That's fast…"

Bai Xin sighed. She barely made a few hundred yuan a day, while Zhao Liying, once just another extra, had turned into a big star overnight.

She now had luxury cars picking her up—something Bai Xin could only envy.

"So, what are you filming today?"

"Sigh~ At my level, what good roles can I even get? Today, I'm filming a brothel scene with Senior Song Wu. We just have to wear red bellybands and stand around in the background."

Chen Pingsheng didn't laugh. Instead, he fell silent for a moment.

Then he pulled out his phone and called Song Yanxi.

When she picked up, he briefly explained the situation.

There was a long silence before she finally asked, "Ping Sheng, are you still angry at her?"

Chen Pingsheng shook his head. "Why would I be angry? But seeing her in this state in the entertainment industry… you'd feel bad too, wouldn't you?"

"Ping Sheng, I never dared to tell you about my sister because she was too much in the past. But now, if possible, I hope you can go see her."

Her husband had invested in a film company, Tengying Entertainment, so she knew he had the power to help.

If he had just reached out, her foolish younger sister wouldn't have fallen so far.

Back then, Song Wu refused to listen to her. Now, she didn't even have the courage to ask her brother-in-law for help.

"Alright."

Chen Pingsheng respected Song Yanxi deeply. They had been through thick and thin together.

And she only had one sister.

"Uncle, I'm starting to think you're not just a regular guy."

Bai Xin had overheard their conversation.

This seemingly ordinary uncle definitely wasn't just some driver.

With her sharp intuition, she guessed he was at least a celebrity assistant on the side.

Double salary.

"What's so unusual? Where are you guys filming? I've never seen actresses shooting a scene in bellybands before—might as well check it out."

"Uncle, I need to remind you that while I'm very beautiful, you're already married. And even if I wear a bellyband, I'll still have clothes underneath."

Bai Xin looked at him warily.

"What are you thinking? I just want to watch the filming. At most, I'll treat you guys to lunch later."

"You should've said so earlier. Hengdian."

Bai Xin changed her mind quickly and started giving directions.

It was morning rush hour.

Even the legendary Aston Martin was helplessly overtaken by an old man pedaling a two-wheeler.

And not just overtaken—he even threw in a disdainful side glance.

If this were Guangdong, an old man with that few strands of hair left, wearing flip-flops and a tank top…

You could bet his net worth wasn't anything less than a few billion.

A forty-minute drive stretched into an hour and a half.

Bai Xin's phone rang several times—it was all from Song Wu.

They were filming a low-budget period drama, the kind that barely counted as a web series.

Such productions loved using actresses for suggestive marketing.

Song Wu had thought it was just a typical brothel scene, but when she arrived, they told her she wasn't allowed to wear anything under her bellyband.

Even her pants were sheer white, with bright red underneath.

The whole point was to create a faintly revealing effect.

She refused immediately, only for the assistant director to warn her—if she dared to decline, she might as well leave the industry.

"You're already here. Don't act all innocent now."

Extras like her were at the bottom of the food chain, bullied by everyone.

When Bai Xin arrived, Chen Pingsheng followed her inside.

The crew was small, renting the location temporarily before moving on.

There was no time to waste.

"You! Hurry up and change!"

The assistant director barked impatiently.

Song Wu froze. "Sis… Brother-in-law…"

Bai Xin was stunned too.

She never imagined that this unremarkable uncle would turn out to be her senior's actual brother-in-law.