Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 94

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Yan Zhirou headed up to the second floor and ran right into Yu Qianxia stepping out of her room.

The moment her eyes met Yu Qianxia's cool gaze, her heart jumped, a wave of guilt hitting her out of nowhere.

Yu Qianxia reached up to adjust the earpiece on her headset. As she brushed past, Yan Zhirou quickly said, "Qianxia, since it's been hot lately, we installed a new central AC unit in your room..."

"Okay," Yu Qianxia responded simply.

Hearing her answer made Yan Zhirou breathe a little easier. She was just about to say more and build her "good stepsister" image for the cameras when she saw Yu Qianxia not even looking her way. Instead, she was speaking quietly into her earpiece, "Got it, Director Qian."

Yan Zhirou: "......"

Yu Qianxia strode off without hesitation. She wore a fitted black sleeveless top that showed off slim, toned arms and matching cargo pants. Her short hair was clean and sharp—she looked fierce and effortlessly cool.

Yu Qianxia had just received her first task from Director Qian: clean the villa.

Even though the Yu family had a full cleaning staff—managed by Yan Yanhua—and the villa already looked spotless, this was reality TV. A little entertainment was necessary.

Yu Qianxia picked up on the director's subtext right away.

So, she went to the utility room on the first floor, grabbed some cleaning tools, and decided to do it herself.

She glanced around—and chose to start with Yu Guangyi's study.

Yu Guangyi's study was at the far south end of the second floor.

There were cameras installed inside, and a cameraman followed closely behind Yu Qianxia as she pushed the door open and walked in.

Just as she stepped inside, Yan Yanhua followed.

"Qianxia, are you seriously going to clean in here?" Yan Yanhua asked.

Yu Qianxia gave a small nod, her tone distant. "It's part of the show. I have to follow the task."

Yan Yanhua let out an awkward chuckle. "Your dad keeps everything in here pretty organized... doesn't really need cleaning."

But Yu Qianxia didn't respond. She walked straight to Yu Guangyi's desk and ran a dry cloth across the surface.

After a quick wipe, she began sorting the stack of documents into folders.

Yan Yanhua didn't leave. She just stood there, watching her.

Yu Qianxia frowned slightly. She noticed Yan Yanhua seemed a little... tense? What was she nervous about?

She scanned the desk. It looked clean enough already. But then—

Yu Qianxia suddenly bent down and pulled open one of the desk drawers.

"Wait—Qianxia, you..." Yan Yanhua called out, hesitating mid-sentence.

Yu Qianxia smirked. "I'm just tidying the drawers. What are you so nervous about?"

Yan Yanhua opened her mouth but said nothing.

Inside the drawer, the files were neatly arranged. They looked like important company documents, and at the very bottom was Yu Guangyi's personal seal.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But just as Yu Qianxia was about to slide the drawer shut, something metallic caught the light.

She paused.

Pulling the drawer back open, she reached under the seal and pulled out a flipped-over photo frame with a hard, metallic edge.

As she turned it over, the full image came into view.

Yan Yanhua's expression shifted—complicated and uneasy.

Yu Qianxia froze, her grip on the frame tightening.

The cameraman zoomed in on the photo, and within seconds, the livestream chat exploded.

The picture showed a woman—stunning, with cascading wavy hair like flowering crabapple blossoms, delicate almond-shaped eyes, a refined, graceful aura that felt untouched by time.

And for many viewers, the woman was unmistakable—especially for those who'd grown up watching her dramas.

[Holy crap, that's Jian Yishu!]

[Why would Yu Guangyi have a photo of Jian Yishu hidden in his drawer?]

[He's a fan?]

[No way. Not with how secretly he kept it. There's definitely more to this.]

[Wait, isn't it obvious? Yu Qianxia has the exact same eyes as Jian Yishu!]

[OH MY GOD. Jian Yishu is Yu Qianxia's mom?!]

The realization sent the chat into chaos.

Yu Qianxia furrowed her brows. Why did Yu Guangyi still have this photo of Jian Yishu?

This wasn't some promotional headshot you could pull off the internet. It was a personal photo—one Yu Guangyi had taken himself.

After marrying Yan Yanhua, just four months in, he'd removed Jian Yishu's memorial tablet from the villa and returned all of her belongings to Qianxia's maternal grandfather.

He'd made it clear—cutting ties with the past and starting a new chapter.

When that happened, Yu Qianxia had been furious with him—resented him for being so cold and heartless, for throwing her mother away like a chapter to be closed.

She'd believed he'd moved on, left her mother behind for a new life and a new love.

As she got older, she came to understand that adult relationships weren't always deep and lasting—that reality was often more complicated. But she had never been able to let go of the way Yu Guangyi had erased Jian Yishu's presence so decisively.

And now, here was this photo, hidden away all along, turning her thoughts upside down.

Yu Guangyi... what the hell were you thinking?

You removed her memorial, gave away all her belongings, and yet you secretly kept a photo like this?

What did that mean?

Yan Yanhua's face was visibly tense, her fingers twisting together in front of her.

Judging by her reaction, she clearly knew about the hidden photo Yu Guangyi had kept.

Yu Qianxia placed the frame back where she found it.

With the desk cleaned, she moved to the bookshelf and began flipping through it casually. After a few moments, she walked up to a room with its door tightly shut.

Seeing this, Yan Yanhua rushed over. "Qianxia, that's your dad's rest room. He uses it when he's tired from work. There's no need for you to clean it—I tidy it up every day. It's spotless."

Yu Qianxia raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. "I'm not home often. It's rare I get to do something for him. Since I've already cleaned the study, I can't skip this room, can I?"

"No worries, Aunt Yan, just leave it to me."

With that, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, so she switched on the lights. The space brightened instantly.

Yan Yanhua let out an almost inaudible sigh, said nothing more, and simply turned around and walked away.

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