Chapter 87: You’re Just a Little Girl Too

"Damn! SC’s watches are so high-tech, let’s go, let’s go!"

"This is Yun Fu’s first endorsement, right? I had no idea she was this impressive."

"Isn’t this the kind of endorsement even top-tier celebrities can’t land? Why did they pick Yun Fu?"

"SC has never had a spokesperson before. They just announced Yun Fu as their one and only ambassador recently."

Many people who weren’t into celebrities, mostly men, only learned about Yun Fu because of SC.

"Who is this actress? She’s stunning."

"Yeah, she’s gorgeous. What has she starred in?"

"This watch is incredible, probably even smarter than a phone. That’s SC for you."

This news gave a hard slap in the face to those online trolls who had been mocking Yun Fu for not having any endorsements or notable works.

Yun Fu’s fans were delighted and flocked to SC’s official website, expressing their gratitude and promising to buy more watches to support her.

However, SC was a luxury brand, and most people couldn’t afford it, so the fans decided to pool their money together. This was their idol’s first endorsement, and their buying power would determine what endorsements she could get in the future.

Soon, the conversation online shifted to how much purchasing power Yun Fu could actually bring.

"I doubt she’ll make much of a difference. SC has always been high-end, and their previous sales depended on the local market. But these watches are pure luxury—how many can Yun Fu’s fans really afford?"

"I think SC made a mistake this time. Yun Fu barely has a fanbase and no notable work—how is she going to boost sales?"

"Exactly. These watches start at tens of thousands, not just a few bucks."

"Any other top celebrity would have been a better choice. Maybe someone high up at SC has some shady connection with Yun Fu."

"I agree. Why pick Yun Fu, a complete nobody, over so many A-listers?"

Reading these online comments, Xi Rou’er furrowed her brows deeply.

In her past life, she’d never heard of SC having a spokesperson, not even until her death. How could Yun Fu be their ambassador now? And SC’s future prospects were even more impressive; to be their face was far more prestigious than any cosmetic brand’s endorsement.

What was going on? Was her memory playing tricks on her? Besides, in her previous life, Yun Fu had never been on the show “Our Journey.”

Meanwhile, Yun Fu knew nothing of what was happening back home, and Qiao An certainly wasn’t going to tell her anything unpleasant.

Instead, Su Changzhou brought it up to Lian Hanqi. “Everyone online is saying we picked the wrong ambassador. I’m just baffled—isn’t it my job to choose the spokesperson, not theirs?”

Lian Hanqi didn’t bother replying; he simply tossed him a purchase record—an order for a thousand of SC’s latest top-tier Skyscape watches.

“Qi-ge, why did you buy so many watches?” Su Changzhou was visibly alarmed. “If you wanted one, I could have just given you one.”

Lian Hanqi ignored him, but Su Changzhou understood—he was helping Yun Fu.

Su Changzhou couldn’t help but sigh. Qi-ge had really fallen hard this time—a thousand watches, and he wouldn’t even wear them himself, just to prove Yun Fu could drive sales.

Downstairs, Yun Fu had just finished packing when she got a call from Qiao An. “Fu’er, SC just got in touch with me. I posted something for you on Weibo—if you have time, you can put up some photos and engage with your fans.”

“Okay.”

Yun Fu lazily opened Weibo and the first thing she saw was SC’s official post, which she shared without even checking the comments, then put her phone away and headed downstairs.

Lian Hanqi was already waiting for her.

“Let’s go,” Yun Fu said as she walked toward the door, but was stopped in her tracks.

Puzzled, she looked up to see Lian Hanqi holding her back.

“It’s snowing outside. Wear this.” He took a red scarf from a bag behind him.

Lian Hanqi gently wrapped the scarf around her neck, looping it several times until he was satisfied no cold air could sneak in, then nodded approvingly.

The red scarf set off her fair skin, making her cheeks glow with a delicate blush, making her look even more like a young girl.

Yun Fu instantly felt warmth spread through her body. She watched the man carefully wrapping the scarf around her and helping her with her coat. Her expression didn’t change, but only she knew how her heart rippled within.

After he’d put her hat on and handed her an umbrella, Lian Hanqi took her soft hand in his, and only then did they head outside.

Yun Fu glanced at their entwined hands, feeling as though heat was steadily radiating from her palm through her whole body.

She looked up again. The man’s profile was strong and handsome, a face rare even in the entertainment industry.

His long, powerful hand gripped the umbrella, shielding her from the winter snow.

Once inside the car, Lian Hanqi pointed to a drawer in front of her. “There are snacks in there.”

Yun Fu opened the drawer to find it was filled with all her favorite treats.

She picked up a small packet of cookies, took a bite, and suddenly stopped.

Turning to the man focused on driving, she held out a cookie to his lips. “Do you want one?”

Lian Hanqi bit the cookie very naturally as he leaned down.

“It’s delicious.”

“……”

Yun Fu stared at her own hand, a little dazed.

Watching her, Lian Hanqi felt his heart melt. He couldn’t resist reaching over to tousle her hair.

Yun Fu shot him a glare, but it was completely harmless.

When they got out of the car, Lian Hanqi took her hand just as naturally as before.

Yun Fu looked down, thinking this man was getting more and more shameless.

Side by side, they walked through the supermarket—Yun Fu in charge of snacks, Lian Hanqi gathering ingredients for the barbecue.

Nearby, a little girl of about five or six sat in a shopping cart, her father pushing her along, her face bright with happiness.

Expressionless, Yun Fu watched them, not realizing the man behind her was watching her as well.

Suddenly, a force at her waist lifted her, and before she knew it, she was sitting in the shopping cart.

She turned to look at Lian Hanqi. “What are you doing?”

“You’re a little girl too—just sit tight.”

In that moment, Yun Fu felt as if she’d entered another world, as if she really were a happy child.

A father would put her in a shopping cart, and they would have all the warmth and joy an ordinary family should have.

No killing, no blood, no cruelty.

Lian Hanqi pushed the cart, placing everything he picked into her arms, just like the little girl up ahead.

Yun Fu looked back, and at that moment, the man bent down to meet her gaze, his eyes warm enough to melt all winter’s ice and snow.

“Take a picture for me, will you? Sister Qiao wants me to post on Weibo.”

“Alright.”

Lian Hanqi took out his phone and snapped several photos of the girl sitting in the cart, then quickly posted them to his Moments.