When Sang Lu received Feng Yan's reply, she had just returned to her workstation in Team D.
[Feng: Free.]
Sang Lu wasn’t the least bit surprised by Feng Yan’s brevity. Her fingers tapped rapidly on the screen:
[Okk~ Then it’s settled!]
Setting her phone down, her expression relaxed.
She had assumed it would be difficult to pin down the workaholic Feng Yan’s schedule.
Who knew it would go so smoothly?
Sang Lu felt her luck had been improving lately.
Everything just seemed to fall into place~
Lost in thought, she indulged her chatty nature and sent a few more messages to the person on the other end.
Sang Lu: [Seal clapping.jpg]
Sang Lu: [Then I’ll confirm with my mom—we’ll be home on Thursday as planned.]
On the other side of the screen.
Feng Yan stared at a particular word that kept appearing in the messages.
His cold, stern face momentarily faltered.
Dark, fathomless eyes flickered with an unreadable light.
She said, we.
More than once.
After a long silence,
The quiet man walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze drifting outside.
Skyscrapers stood in orderly rows, their lights twinkling like stars.
In the distance, warm yellow glows dotted the residential buildings, flickering like candle flames.
His tall, lean figure reflected in the glass.
The candlelight danced, casting a faint glow into his pitch-black pupils.
A long moment later,
He picked up his phone again.
Staring at that one word on the screen.
Over and over.
Then, a new message suddenly popped up at the top.
[Feng Bai: Big bro, I need to ask Da Sao about something. Can I have her number?]
......
For the past few days, Sang Lu had been shuttling between the TV station and filming locations.
The only free time she had was during set changes, when the crew moved props around, giving her a few moments to scroll through her phone and browse the internet.
During one of those rare breaks, she stumbled upon an entertainment news piece about Feng Bai.
The headline was absurdly exaggerated: [Shocking World with Divine Beauty—The Next Big Thing, Feng Bai, Poised for Stardom!]
Sang Lu: ?
Had the sun risen in the north?
A barely-known artist with a measly 36 followers actually made the news?
Curious, she clicked on it.
At first glance, she almost didn’t recognize him.
In the photo, Feng Bai’s signature ash-blue hair had been dyed back to black, and his ever-present headphones were nowhere in sight. Walking past a film school, hands tucked into his bomber jacket, he looked clean-cut and effortlessly handsome, radiating youthful charm.
A passerby had mistaken him for a film student and posted the photo online. The comments exploded before someone finally recognized him: Isn’t that Feng Bai, the obscure dark-rap artist?
Sang Lu casually scrolled through the comments.
Everyone was raving about Feng Bai’s looks, wondering how they’d missed his appeal before—blaming his previous hair color for hiding his true potential.
When she clicked into Feng Bai’s Weibo profile, she nearly gasped.
His follower count had skyrocketed to 200,000 and was still climbing.
Sang Lu was baffled.
In that prophetic dream she’d had, Feng Bai had never gained fame. Halfway through, he’d been injured by Feng Yi, suffering hearing damage that forced him out of the industry, leaving him to focus solely on competing with Feng Yi.
At that thought,
Her gaze dimmed slightly.
Had the storyline changed because the fight at Qilan never happened? Was Feng Bai’s career trajectory shifting as a result?
Sang Lu lowered her eyes, studying the photo of Feng Bai with his black hair.
Her confusion deepened.
Why had he suddenly changed his hair color?
Just then, her phone rang—an unknown number.
Holding the receiver to her ear, a flat voice spoke:
"Da Sao."
Sang Lu froze.
Only two people ever called her that.
It definitely wasn’t the teasing tone of one, so it had to be…
"Feng Bai?" she asked.
"Yeah, it’s me." A pause. "Da Sao, I got your number from Big Bro. There’s something I wanted to ask you about. Do you have time to talk?"
Ask her about something?
The phrasing made Sang Lu sit up a little straighter.
"I’m free. What’s up?"
"A few variety show producers reached out to me, wanting me to join their programs," Feng Bai mumbled, sounding hesitant. "I’m not sure what to do, so I thought… maybe you could help me figure it out…"
On the other end of the line,
Feng Bai rubbed his knee absently after speaking.
Truthfully, he’d debated calling her for a long time after getting her number from his brother.
He didn’t have a manager—he’d always flown solo.
Now that he had a sudden surge of attention, he wanted to capitalize on it but didn’t know the right move.
His first instinct was to ask his infallible older brother.
But thinking of Big Bro naturally led to Da Sao.
Da Sao worked as a variety show director at the TV station. Asking her might be the most efficient solution.
Yet, Feng Bai wrestled with hesitation.
Calling her out of the blue felt awkward.
Like he was some clueless kid running to adults for every little problem.
He agonized for two days.
Then he remembered—Da Sao had once told him she found his music unique.
That was enough to push aside his reservations and dial her number.
Now,
Silence stretched on the other end.
Da Sao seemed to be thinking.
The longer it lasted, the more Feng Bai regretted calling.
Maybe he shouldn’t have.
They weren’t exactly close. Da Sao worked with celebrities far more famous than him.
She probably thought his question was trivial, even childish.
The prolonged silence must mean she was figuring out how to politely decline.
His expression darkened.
"Forget it, I’ll just—"
"Ha! You came to the right person. Big Bro might know all about billion-dollar deals, but I guarantee he’s no match for me when it comes to variety show contracts~"
Sang Lu’s bright voice cut through his thoughts.
Feng Bai swallowed the rest of his sentence.
He blinked.
A weight lifted from his chest.
"Which shows exactly? Do you know the producers, executive teams, or directors involved?"
"Oh, and post-production matters too. Some teams have great editing and effects—it makes a huge difference in the final product."
"Just add me on WeChat and send me the details. I’ll check them out and make sure there aren’t any pitfalls."
"If you’re going to pick one, choose the one that suits you best. Ride this wave and make a splash!"
"......"
Her tone was professional yet encouraging.
She didn’t stop talking.
As Feng Bai listened, the dullness in his downturned eyes gradually warmed.
Somehow, he felt—Da Sao and Big Bro were so alike.
Unlike Big Bro’s calm and composed exterior, Da Sao was more lively and energetic.
But beneath that, they shared the same core.
Decisive. Efficient.
An unshakable confidence in their expertise.
In just fifteen minutes, Da Sao had dissected the pros and cons, leaving him with a much clearer perspective.
Finally,
Feng Bai pressed his lips together. His usually flat voice softened with rare sincerity.
"Thank you, Da Sao."
On the other end, Sang Lu laughed lightly.
"No need for thanks! You’re practically my little brother now. Anytime you’re unsure about something, just call or message me. Don’t overthink it—I love chatting with people, haha~"
Feng Bai’s lips thinned into a straight line.
Before this, the idea of Da Sao marrying into the Feng family and becoming part of their lives had felt abstract.
But now,
This feeling suddenly emerged, growing more and more pronounced.
Sister-in-law was one of their own.
He was overjoyed—Sister-in-law was one of them.
