The news that Mu Fu was now officially holding hands with some nobody spread like wildfire online.
After all, she was a stunning internet celebrity with a bright future and a wealthy background. And the guy? Just an average Joe, a regular worker whose monthly paycheck probably didn’t even match the appearance fee for one of her gigs.
No one on the internet was rooting for them. The general consensus was that either Mu Fu would eventually ditch him, or he was just freeloading off her.
One particular rich heir—who had been chasing Mu Fu for quite some time—completely lost it when he found out she had chosen someone so far beneath him.
In his mind, anyone with a brain would have picked him. But Mu Fu had turned down his confessions over and over again.
His name was Gu Jinghui. Ever since spotting Mu Fu online, he had been obsessed—relentless, even. No matter how many times she tried to shake him off, he kept coming back.
In fact, while Mu Fu was appearing on the show this time, he had even texted her asking her out to dinner.
What he didn’t expect… was for her to show up with another guy.
The very next day, Gu Jinghui stormed into Mu Fu’s studio. After all his attempts to win her over, he had already had her background thoroughly investigated.
The receptionist recognized him instantly. It was hard not to—he had chased Mu Fu so publicly, sending luxury gifts and carloads of flowers like he was trying to audition for the spotlight.
With a polite smile, the receptionist asked, “Hello, Mr. Gu. Who are you here to see today?”
Even though she already knew, she had to follow protocol. The boss had given clear orders: Do not let Gu Jinghui in again.
“I’m here to see your boss.”
His voice was sharp with fury, his tone dripping with arrogance, like the world owed him something. He genuinely believed he had lowered himself by pursuing a mere influencer—and now she was turning him down?
Before the receptionist could respond, Gu Jinghui barged in.
She rushed to stop him, but there was no way to hold back someone like him. The staff didn’t dare to escalate—no one wanted trouble.
Gu Jinghui shoved open Mu Fu’s office door, still fuming.
Mu Fu didn’t even flinch when she saw him.
“Boss, I tried to stop him—” the receptionist began.
Mu Fu lifted her hand calmly. “It’s fine. You can leave.”
“Okay,” the receptionist replied, casting a worried glance at her delicate, soft-spoken boss, then at the tall, imposing Gu Jinghui. She was genuinely afraid that if their talk went south, he might actually get physical.
She added quickly, “Boss, I’ll be right outside. Call me if you need anything.”
Mu Fu gave her a brief smile and nodded. This assistant wasn’t bad at all.
Now the office was silent, save for Mu Fu and Gu Jinghui.
He stormed forward, cornering her against the desk.
“Why would you choose some nobody over me?” he growled. “Why? What does he have that I don’t? Just tell me what you want—I’ll give it to you.”
They say people are obsessed with what they can’t have, and Gu Jinghui was no exception.
At first, he’d only pursued Mu Fu because, in a sea of cookie-cutter influencers, her beauty stood out. She had a striking elegance that stirred his interest.
He’d assumed winning her over would be effortless—just like every other woman before her.
But to his frustration, even after chasing her for weeks, she remained cold and distant. That only fueled his desire to conquer her—he needed to see her fall for him, to see her obsess over him.
Mu Fu’s brows knitted slightly. “Mr. Gu, I’ve already told you—we’re not compatible, and I don’t need anything from you. I appreciate your attention, but I have to say no.”
Hearing her refuse to even mention why she chose that guy—what was his name, Shao Ye?—only made Gu Jinghui angrier. He felt like she was protecting him.
He clenched his jaw, dragged a chair over without asking, and dropped into it.
A sarcastic smile curved his lips. “Wow, already playing the protective girlfriend? How long have you even known the guy? What do you know about him? You really think someone like that is worthy of you? His annual salary doesn’t even match the price of this suit I’m wearing—and I’ve got a dozen more like it!”
Mu Fu’s patience was wearing thin. Did he not understand plain language? If not for the fact that he’d helped her once before, she might have thrown him out already.
“Mr. Gu,” she said, her voice sharp with annoyance, “I don’t like you, period. Your money doesn’t change that. You’re simply not the kind of man I like. Do you get it?”
“What if I change?” he fired back. “Whatever it is you don’t like—I’ll fix it, okay?”
Gu Jinghui had no idea just how much he resembled the kind of desperate fool he used to scorn.
A simp, as they say—grovel all you want, and end up with nothing.
Mu Fu looked at him calmly. “Then tell me, what exactly do you like about me? Maybe I can change it.”
Without thinking, Gu Jinghui blurted out, “I like everything about you!”
Mu Fu blinked in surprise. Was he… actually serious? That couldn’t be right. She still vividly remembered how he’d gone through one influencer girlfriend after another—he was the textbook definition of a playboy. No way he was suddenly sincere. And even if he was, Mu Fu wasn’t interested in his ‘true heart.’
Gu Jinghui froze as he realized what he’d just said. “I…”
Before he could gather his thoughts, the door to the office opened.
“Well, looks like I showed up just in time.”
A familiar voice rang out.
“Shao Ye?” Mu Fu lit up, pleasantly surprised. She thought he wasn’t coming until the afternoon.
Shao Ye stepped in front of her, blocking Gu Jinghui’s view.
“What are you doing here, you broke loser?” Gu Jinghui’s face twisted in frustration. He hated being interrupted, and this guy had just ruined everything.
He gave Shao Ye a once-over, the contempt in his eyes unmistakable.
“A real gentleman doesn’t corner a woman and try to force her into anything,” Shao Ye said calmly. “Look at yourself—what do you think you’re doing? Trying to pressure her? Even if I didn’t show up, Mu Fu would still never choose you.”
That jab hit Gu Jinghui like a slap.
His eyes bulged with rage. “Do you even know who I am? I could say one word and get you blacklisted from every job in this city!”
“Oh, really?” Shao Ye raised an eyebrow, unmoved. “Well then, my parents would probably thank you for that.”
Gu Jinghui scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He hadn’t expected this guy to be completely unfazed by his threats.
Shao Ye didn’t answer Gu Jinghui. Instead, he turned to Mu Fu with a smile.
“Darling, if I end up unemployed and sitting at home broke, would you still want me?”
“Of course I would!”
Mu Fu didn’t hesitate one bit. Her bright, confident smile had a magical effect—it chased away every shadow lingering in Shao Ye’s heart. He felt lighter instantly.
Ever since the news broke that he and Mu Fu were dating, everyone seemed to have something negative to say. Colleagues, friends—they all tried to convince him they weren’t right for each other. But Shao Ye knew what was really going on. Most of them were just jealous. A few may have been genuinely concerned, but those were the minority.
Since last night, his inbox had been flooded with insults and hateful messages. Most of them came from Mu Fu’s fans, others were just random internet trolls who didn’t like the idea of him with her. But Shao Ye never blamed Mu Fu for it. He was aware that on the surface, they didn’t seem like a great match. But none of that mattered—he was serious about this girl.
Still, a part of him was terrified that this fragile, newfound love would be snuffed out too soon. But the way she looked at him, with unwavering certainty in her eyes… it told him everything he needed to know.
With renewed strength, Shao Ye turned back to Gu Jinghui and said, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bother my girlfriend again. Also, I’m sure you wouldn’t want your little scandals going public, would you?”
For a moment, a strange force radiated from Shao Ye, making Gu Jinghui’s heart skip a beat. What was this? Was he actually… afraid? How ridiculous.
“You’ve got some nerve, kid. Threatening me like that? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve already played this game and won?”
Shao Ye gave him a look that was both amused and mocking.
“Is that so? Funny, I heard your dear father’s been eyeing that old residential plot in the west side of the city. I wonder how he’d feel if he found out you blew his carefully negotiated opportunity. Oh—and maybe your father doesn’t know me, but I happened to overhear all this from my own dad. I believe your old man reached out to him, didn’t he?”
Gu Jinghui froze, his expression twisting in shock. His family was deep in real estate, and the bidding war over that land was no secret—but only within their inner circle. How could someone like Shao Ye, just a low-level property manager, possibly know about any of this?
He hadn’t taken the man in front of him seriously at first, but now, something about his presence didn’t align with a typical background. There was an air about him that couldn’t be ignored.
“Make yourself clear,” he said, frowning.
Shao Ye looked at him calmly. “That piece of land belongs to my family.”
Gu Jinghui’s face changed dramatically. He muttered in disbelief, “You… you’re the heir of the Shao family?”
The Shao Group was the largest real estate company in the country. That land in the western district had only been made available because the Shao Group found the project troublesome and decided to let smaller firms fight over it.
As far as he knew, the Shao Group’s chairman had no extended family—just one son. But no one had ever seen the heir. Rumor had it the boy was kidnapped as a child by someone close to the family, so his entire identity had been kept strictly confidential ever since.
And now, looking at the man in front of him… Gu Jinghui found himself starting to believe it. There was a power in his bearing that wasn’t ordinary—it was something he’d only seen in his own father.
Whatever the truth, one thing was certain: he couldn’t afford to offend Shao Ye.
Under his gaze, Shao Ye slowly nodded.
Gu Jinghui tried one last angle. “You do realize what happens to people who impersonate a member of the Shao family?” he asked, still probing for any sign of weakness.
Shao Ye smiled faintly. That unshakable confidence radiating from him said everything—it told Gu Jinghui that he wasn’t afraid at all.
He knew he should probably leave now. If his father found out he’d risked messing up an important deal, he’d have his head. Still, before going, he looked at Mu Fu one last time and said, “Mu Fu, maybe I’ve made mistakes in the past, but my feelings for you are real. I’m not sure this man is as reliable as he looks. I hope you’ll think carefully about what kind of person truly deserves your heart.”
Mu Fu replied flatly, “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Gu, but I’m really not interested. I do hope you find someone else who suits you better.”
Though in truth, it was hard to imagine a woman who could get a notorious playboy like him to settle down.
Once Gu Jinghui had left, it was Shao Ye’s turn.
Mu Fu folded her arms across her chest, her expression serious. “So… are you really the heir to the Shao Group, like he said?”
Shao Ye could barely breathe. His heart felt like it might leap out of his chest. Gone was the calm, composed demeanor he had shown in front of Gu Jinghui.
“Mu Fu, let me explain,” he said, his voice dry and raspy.
“Go ahead,” she replied.
Shao Ye stole a glance at Mu Fu’s expression but couldn’t read anything from her face. That made him even more nervous.
“I’m the heir of the Shao Group… and also the building supervisor in Lin City. But I never meant to hide that from you. I came today because I wanted to tell you the truth.”
No wonder Shao Ye had the makings of a leading man in this world.
Mu Fu asked, “So you’re basically working for the people who live in your own company’s buildings?”
She didn’t even bother asking why he hid his identity. That part was easy to guess—rich families, internal strife, heirs framed or pushed out… a tale as old as time.
Shao Ye was caught off guard by her question.
“Yes,” he said seriously. “All those properties I manage belong to my family.”
Mu Fu smiled. “Those residents must be living the dream—having the future head of the Shao Group taking care of them.”
Seeing her smile again, Shao Ye finally felt some relief. He scratched his head awkwardly. “Well, I’m just doing entry-level work. But I’ll be heading back to the main office soon.”
Mu Fu raised an eyebrow. “Not worried your identity will be exposed?”
“Those obstacles don’t matter anymore,” he said, eyes sharp and full of quiet strength.
Sure enough, once Mu Fu and Shao Ye’s relationship had solidified, the Shao family hosted a grand banquet to formally introduce him to the public—not only as the heir to the Shao Group, but also to announce Mu Fu as his fiancée.
When news of the event spread, the audience finally understood what Shao Ye’s mother had meant in that video—why they didn’t stop their son from spending absurd amounts of money on flashy, impractical things. Instead, they seemed almost delighted, as if indulging in happiness. Online, people joked that if their families were as rich as the Shaos, their parents wouldn’t call them wasteful either.
After publicly revealing his identity, Shao Ye resigned from his former job and began working closely with his father to prepare for his future role in the company. His former coworkers were devastated, realizing they had let a literal billionaire slip through their fingers. Back then, a future tycoon was right beside them—and they hadn’t appreciated it. Now that he was out of reach, they wished they had, but it was too late.
As for Mu Fu, the once “ordinary” fiancée, online opinions were a mixed bag. When no one knew who Shao Ye truly was, people thought he wasn’t good enough for her. But now? The tables had turned. To many, Mu Fu was like a real-life Cinderella—an everyday girl who had become a princess. The internet’s reaction was complicated: a blend of admiration, envy, and disbelief.
They envied her for meeting someone like Shao Ye—handsome, wealthy, and genuinely in love. And they were jealous. Out of billions of people, how did she manage to find a hidden billionaire? Who wouldn’t feel a little sour? As a result, a new trend swept social media: treasure the “ordinary” friends around you—they might just be secretly rich. Everyone began praying that the next stroke of luck would land on them.
Mu Fu lived a happy life in this world, right up until the moment Shao Ye passed away before her. Only then did she finally close her eyes.
This world earned her over 3 million envy points. She figured it was likely because she had managed to find her prince charming among ordinary people.
With a soft smile on her lips, she whispered, “Next world.”
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