It was the end of June.
The weather was getting hotter by the day, but Shu Qingqing’s heart was even more restless than the sweltering heat.
It had been half a month since she posted her first video. She had filmed a total of twenty-seven pieces of content, but out of all those works, only the one Zheng Binyang helped her promote with a "Dou+" boost had any traction. The rest of her videos were stuck at five or six thousand views.
She glanced at her follower count.
Great. Two thousand, three hundred and sixteen.
Before Shu Qingqing transmigrated into this book, she had thought about becoming a content creator. She figured that with a face like hers, she could easily gain hundreds of thousands of followers just by filming random clips.
Now that she was actually doing it, she realized how hard reality hit. It was a slap in the face.
Having beauty alone wasn't enough; one had to rely on content to attract traffic.
Yesterday, she had been so stuck for ideas that she even skipped a day of posting.
Seeing her frowning face, Lu Xun approached her with an innocent and concerned look. "Mommy, why are you unhappy?"
As he spoke, he made a funny face, trying to cheer her up.
Shu Qingqing was momentarily amused, and a thought suddenly popped into her head: Why not film Lu Xun next time?
But she immediately dismissed the idea. Better not. Even big celebrities were careful about showing their children's faces online. If Lu Xun accidentally went viral, it could lead to a lot of trouble.
Not wanting Lu Xun to worry, Shu Qingqing forced herself to cheer up.
Today was the kindergarten’s open house. For the entire morning, parents were allowed to tour the school and participate in their children's daily lives.
Shu Qingqing followed the crowd to the school cafeteria first to check on the food hygiene standards.
The two socialites walking in front of her were decked out in designer brands, clutching limited-edition handbags. Shu Qingqing listened to their gossip out of boredom.
As they chatted, the conversation shifted to short-form videos.
"Oh, by the way, Xixi’s mom, I saw that the video you posted yesterday is doing quite well. It’s over thirty thousand likes already. I bet it’ll hit forty thousand today."
"It's true. To be honest, every time I post one of these 'flaunting wealth' videos, the likes are always high. There’s no helping it; netizens nowadays just love watching this kind of stuff. I’m just doing it because I have nothing better to do, you know?"
"Xixi’s mom, don't be so humble. I see your follower count is almost at a million. Can you teach me how to film these videos too?"
That was it! Wealth-flaunting videos. Why hadn't she thought of that?
Back when she was a corporate drone at a big tech firm, she used to love scrolling through videos after work to see the beautiful lives of the rich, fantasizing about how she would spend her money if she ever struck it rich.
She could totally do that too.
Shu Qingqing immediately opened her notes app and started writing a script.
When she returned home that afternoon, she began scouting for "props."
The handbags were all fakes, so they were banned from the screen. Most of her clothes, however, were authentic. She picked out a black slip dress that was both elegant and figure-hugging.
Next, she opened the safe and took out the necklace Lu Bochuan had given her.
Shu Qingqing did a quick search on her phone. Good heavens—eight hundred and thirty thousand yuan.
She decisively fastened it around her neck.
Although wearing such a massive tourmaline gemstone at home was incredibly pretentious, that was exactly the effect she was going for.
Then, she applied a "no-makeup" makeup look and curled her hair into big, bouncy waves.
With the preparations complete, she began filming.
At this time of day, the domestic helpers were all taking their afternoon naps in the side building, so she didn't have to worry about being caught.
Shu Qingqing walked around with her phone tripod and finally settled on the living room for the first shot.
On a summer afternoon, she held a cup of homemade coffee and sat leisurely on an imported Italian top-grain leather sofa, flipping through a copy of *Pride and Prejudice*. A light breeze ruffled her exquisite hair, and the sunlight filtering through made her entire being seem to glow.
Perfect. The first shot was done.
Shu Qingqing moved the tripod to find the second location. Just as she was striking a pose and looking for the right angle, she heard footsteps behind her.
Shu Qingqing’s hand froze mid-air as she was flipping her hair.
Why was Lu Bochuan back at this hour?
Shu Qingqing prayed fervently in her heart that he wouldn't notice her, but as the footsteps drew closer, it was clear her prayers had failed.
"Qingqing, what are you doing?"
It was too late to pack everything up now. Shu Qingqing turned around to block the camera lens and smiled awkwardly. "Haha, nothing. Just... admiring my own beauty."
Lu Bochuan glanced at the white ring light on the tripod, which was larger than the tires on his car. Although he didn't know what it was for or why it was placed there, he figured if Shu Qingqing was doing it, she must have her reasons.
"Alright. You continue admiring. I’m going to change my clothes." During lunch with a business partner today, a waiter had accidentally stained his suit. Since the restaurant was close to home, he decided to come back and change.
Shu Qingqing nodded quickly. "Okay, go ahead, don't let me stop you."
She didn't resume recording until she was sure Lu Bochuan was far away.
However, she didn't notice that Lu Bochuan had actually doubled back to say goodbye to her. But seeing her so focused on arranging some flowers and talking to herself, he decided not to disturb her.
Shu Qingqing spent the whole afternoon filming and the entire evening editing. Finally, she gave the video a title catchy enough to grab anyone's attention:
*Welcome to a Day in the Life of the Little Spoiled Wife of a Billionaire CEO.*
After typing the title, Shu Qingqing suppressed her sense of shame and hit "Publish."
To stop herself from obsessively checking the stats, she left her phone at home and took her spare phone instead, driving out to meet Feng Xiangdi.
Over the past half month, Feng Xiangdi had been working on design sketches at home. They had currently finalized ten styles.
Their target audience was independent women earning over ten thousand yuan a month. Therefore, the clothing was divided into two categories: professional wear and fashion pieces, with prices starting at over five hundred yuan.
Since Feng Xiangdi had been working in the industry since graduation, she knew many factories. The two of them treated themselves to a big feast for lunch and spent the afternoon driving around to inspect factories.
It was a busy day, and Shu Qingqing completely forgot about the video.
It wasn't until she got home in the evening, just as dinner was about to be served, that she remembered to check her phone.
She was exhausted from running around all day and didn't want to move a muscle while sitting at the dining table, so she signaled Lu Xun to go get her phone.
Taking the phone, she casually opened the video app, not harboring much hope.
To her shock, the moment the app opened, she was greeted by a flood of "99+" notifications.
Shu Qingqing stood up so abruptly her chair scraped the floor.
Her video had gone viral.
"What's wrong?" Lu Bochuan asked, seeing her reaction.
Shu Qingqing clutched her racing heart and replied, "Nothing."
She cautiously tapped on her profile. The current video views had reached nearly forty million, the likes were in the millions, and her follower count had broken eight hundred thousand.
Lu Yu noticed Shu Qingqing’s strange behavior, but before he could ask anything, Zheng Binyang’s call came through.
Lu Yu answered. "Hello?"
Zheng Binyang’s voice on the other end was frantic. "I’m not looking for you! Give the phone to Auntie Shu, hurry up!"
Zheng Binyang was looking for Shu Qingqing?
Lu Yu was confused. "What do you want with her?"
"Argh, I promised Auntie Shu I’d keep it a secret! Just hurry up and give her the phone!"
