Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 33

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Before Yu Qianxia could even get back to the dorm to pack, a hyped-up reporter stopped her. The hashtag #Yu Qianxia's Acting Skills# had been trending nonstop, and netizens were absolutely blown away by her unexpected performance.

To get the scoop firsthand, a reporter had rushed straight to the filming site to interview her.

Yu Qianxia didn't refuse. She and the reporter found a quiet lounge for a quick livestreamed interview.

The second the livestream started, viewers shot past ten thousand—and the number kept climbing.

The reporter helped Yu Qianxia clip on her mic, sat down across from her with a friendly smile, and asked, "Qianxia, your performance today totally blew us away! A lot of people are curious—since you weren't professionally trained and debuted as a regular contestant, did you do any acting training before this?"

Qianxia had no reason to hide it. She nodded, "Yeah, I did take some acting courses. I've always been interested in it, so I studied it seriously."

The reporter looked impressed. "Ah, that explains it. No wonder your acting came across so naturally."

"But honestly, it feels like you're even better than some of the trained professionals. Did you start learning way earlier?"

Yu Qianxia paused, her tone softening into something more nostalgic, like she was getting pulled into a memory. "I started during college. But I've loved movies since I was a kid, especially Jian Yishu's films. She had twenty-three in total—I watched them over and over. Her work was with me throughout my childhood. Maybe after seeing so much, some things just... clicked naturally."

[Omg! Didn't expect Yu Qianxia to be a fan of Jian Yishu! Jian Yishu was such a legend—gorgeous, crazy talented, and gone way too soon...]

[If Jian Yishu were still around, the film scene would be a whole different world. Can't believe she passed away before even winning Best Actress.]

[Ugh I used to love her movies too. But there weren't many, and once you finish them, that's it. I'd almost forgotten about her until Qianxia mentioned her today...]

[Aaaa I'm a diehard Jian Yishu fan! No wonder Yu Qianxia's performance today felt so familiar—she's got that same kind of spark. Plus! I just realized her almond-shaped eyes look so much like Jian Yishu's—big, bright, full of life. I'm obsessed.]

[Yu Qianxia was the surprise of the day for sure. It's like I'm seeing her in a whole new light. She needs to take on a drama soon—I'd totally binge it.]

After the interview, Yu Qianxia checked her luck value—and boom, it had jumped up again.

Now sitting at 17.

She said goodbye to the reporter and went back to the dorm to pack.

Just as she stepped out the front door, a soft, familiar voice called out behind her.
"Qianxia."

Yu Qianxia paused but didn't turn around. She waited as the other person slowly walked up to face her.

Yan Zhirou looked like she had something stuck in her throat. At least this time, her expression had dropped the usual cold front.
"Qianxia... I know I already clarified things online, but I still felt I owed you a face-to-face explanation. That night... I swear, I didn't mean to dress like you. I had no idea the paparazzi would be there... I really didn't expect it to blow up the way it did..."

Yu Qianxia didn't even bother listening to the rest. She cut her off straight-up, eyes locked on hers, calm and cold.
"Is that all? If it's about that incident—I've already made up my mind."

Yan Zhirou froze under her stare, heart thudding hard. She instinctively bit her lip and whispered a weak, "...No."

Yu Qianxia let out a short "Oh," and rolled her suitcase to leave—but Yan Zhirou quickly called after her again.
"Qianxia..."

She glanced sideways. "What now?"

Yan Zhirou looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, then mustered up her courage.
"Qianxia, Dad wants us to go home after this episode ends."

There was a flicker in Yu Qianxia's eyes. Even though they'd grown up under the same roof for years, hearing Yan Zhirou call Yu Guangyi "Dad" still felt... foreign.

She didn't respond right away, so Yan Zhirou tried to speak again—but Yu Qianxia beat her to it, her voice unreadable.
"Okay. Got it."

Before leaving B City, Yu Qianxia made a stop at the local hospital.

She visited Xu Qian in her room. Though her leg was injured, she seemed in good spirits and even comforted Qianxia, saying she'd been filming nonstop the whole year, so honestly this felt like a much-needed "injury vacation." Not the worst thing.

Yu Qianxia had Sister Rong investigate the prop team in Hengcheng. Even with some indirect digging, no one spilled a word. Surveillance footage also showed nothing suspicious.
For now, the incident had to be written off as an accident caused by unsafe props.

There were less than 24 hours left on her current consciousness cycle.

The next episode would be filmed in Z City, not far from the capital. Yu Qianxia had enough time to make a quick trip back.

Sister Rong booked her a flight, and Yu Qianxia flew solo back to Jing City.

Two hours later, the plane landed. The Yu family had a car waiting, and she was driven straight home.

Yan Zhirou had arrived an hour earlier.

Inside the villa, it was all smiles and laughter as the trio chatted like the picture of a happy family. When Qianxia opened the door, she saw Yan Zhirou clinging to Yu Guangyi's arm like the perfect daughter.
When she spotted Yu Qianxia, Yan Zhirou beamed, "You're back!"

Yu Qianxia gave a casual nod and greeted, "Dad."

Then her gaze shifted to the elegant woman beside him—still radiant with age. Her tone was polite but distant.
"Aunt Yan."

Yan Yanhua smiled warmly. "Qianxia's home! Go put your things upstairs. We'll eat soon."

Yu Guangyi looked her over, his expression stiff. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something... but held back.

Yu Qianxia went upstairs, dropped off her suitcase, but didn't unpack. She planned to leave right after dinner.

Yan Yanhua kept the Yu household spotless. Yu Guangyi clearly appreciated her, often taking her along to social events and formal dinners.

At the dinner table, Yu Qianxia sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and immediately called to the system in her mind:

[System, I want to eat melon.]

[You're back already? I thought you wouldn't have time to gossip!] The system sounded pleasantly surprised. [Whose melon are we eating today?]

Qianxia's gaze slid lazily toward Yan Yanhua, a small smirk tugging at her brow.
[Her. Let's dig.]

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