Warehouse on the outskirts of Flame City.
Faye Shangguan was beaming as she browsed entertainment news on her phone. In just one hour, Cynthia Murong's scandal-ridden reputation had completely flipped—she’d gone from rock-bottom to being seen as a victim.
Yan-ge, you’re seriously amazing! I can’t help but want to worship you!
Putting down her phone, Faye looked at Ian Song with pure adoration, her eyes sparkling.
Don’t worship me, I’m just a legend.
Pfft, show-off!
The next moment, Faye turned her gaze to the man, curious: "What part did this guy play in smearing Cynthia?"
Ian replied, "Eric Han was the mastermind. This guy planned and executed the whole thing."
"Big Sis, you’re savage!" Ian gave Faye a thumbs-up.
Faye rushed over and started punching and kicking the man.
Just then—
Faye’s phone started ringing.
"Don’t let outsiders get the benefits! Why not sign Cynthia yourself?" Faye suggested.
As soon as Faye answered, Cynthia’s excited voice burst through: "Faye, did you see the news online? Everything’s been cleared up—I’m so relieved!"
Hearing Cynthia say that, Faye instinctively glanced at Ian.
Ian just shook his head gently at her.
So Faye said into the phone, "Congrats, Cynthia! You’ve finally made it through the worst!"
Yeah, it’s like the heavens finally opened their eyes! For a moment, Cynthia sounded almost on the verge of tears.
Cynthia’s voice suddenly wavered, a hint of tears slipping in. The past few days had been a living nightmare—scandal clinging to her like a shadow, each night broken by panic attacks, every waking hour a test of endurance. Sometimes, as she lay awake, she wondered if things would ever get better, or if it might be easier to just give up. If not for Faye’s constant support, she might have lost herself completely.
Hearing Cynthia mention ‘heaven opening its eyes,’ Faye wanted to blurt out that it wasn’t heaven, but someone quietly watching over her. Still, since Ian didn’t want his role revealed, she held back—though the secret nearly burst from her chest.
After chatting for a while, Cynthia suddenly said, "The director of the artist department at my old company called me!"
"Don’t tell me they want to re-sign you?" Faye exclaimed.
"Yeah!"
"Did you agree?"
"I said I’d think about it for a while!"
Faye exploded: "Think about what? That company’s totally unreliable! When you had trouble, they didn’t help—they even kicked you when you were down and terminated your contract. Now that your name’s cleared, they want you back? If you have any backbone, you shouldn’t sign with them!"
Maybe Cynthia was intimidated by Faye’s energy. She replied, "Oh, I didn’t really plan to sign with them. The director just sounded really sincere, so I didn’t want to reject him outright."
"Sincere, my ass!" Faye snapped. "If you were still mired in scandal, would he be so sincere? He’s only groveling because you can make them money now. If it were me, I’d spit in his face! What a joke!"
"Big-Boobs Sis, you’re savage!" Ian gave Faye a thumbs-up.
Faye glared at Ian, then reminded Cynthia again not to sign with her old company before hanging up.
After hanging up, Faye suddenly remembered something and stared at Ian: "Yan-ge, I think I heard you say last night you’re thinking about entering the entertainment industry?"
"That’s right," Ian nodded.
"Don’t let outsiders get the benefits! Why not sign Xiao Yue yourself?" Faye suggested.
Ian looked thoughtful. He’d originally planned to set up an entertainment company just for himself, not sign other artists. But thinking about it now, if he wanted to sing or act in TV and movies, he’d definitely need other talent.
Why look elsewhere when you can keep it in the family?
So he said, "Alright, go test the waters. If she’s willing, I’ll sign her!"
Faye giggled, "If I tell her you were the one who helped her out, I bet she’d agree in a heartbeat!"
Ian shook his head, "Don’t tell her. Otherwise, I’ll look like I’m demanding payback for a favor!"
At the height of the scandal, even her fans turned on her, flooding her Weibo with vicious insults—some so cruel she could hardly believe they were written by people who once claimed to love her. That betrayal cut deeper than anything the tabloids could print.
So this time, she didn’t bother explaining—she simply posted: Tried WonderTaste, it’s delicious, I want to eat it every day.
"Alright, I’ll ask her for you!"
Then Ian drove Faye to Cynthia’s neighborhood. As for the fate of the three guys left in the warehouse, Faye was smart enough not to ask.
That night, Ian got a call from Faye—Cynthia agreed to be the spokesperson for his WonderTaste ready-to-eat foods.
After hanging up, Ian called Cynthia directly.
Big-name stars usually think hard about endorsements—does the product match their image and status? Cheap ready-to-eat foods almost never get celebrity spokespeople.
Once Cynthia’s endorsement was confirmed, Ian immediately contacted Big-Beard Zhang to shoot a commercial.
Big-Beard Zhang agreed right away.
Three days flew by.
The ten newly acquired cooked-food factories were now in full production, churning out over 22 million units a day.
Meanwhile, the commercial was finished and started airing on TV stations and video sites.
Earlier, nonstop advertising plus the fact that WonderTaste foods weren’t yet in stores created a hunger-marketing effect. Now, over one billion people knew about the brand.
How did Ian know a billion people were aware of WonderTaste?
Because his Fame Points just shot up by a billion.
Now, with Cynthia’s commercial out, another wave of buzz hit.
But not everyone was happy.
Cynthia’s a goddess-level star—endorsing a cheap snack food? Some fans thought she was lowering herself, and flooded her Weibo urging her to cancel.
Cynthia used to care a lot about her fans, but after the smear campaign, she saw things differently.
When she was being smeared, some fans defended her, but others cursed her.
At the height of the scandal, even her fans turned on her, posting vicious insults on Weibo.
So this time, she didn’t explain—she just posted: Tried WonderTaste, it’s delicious, I want to eat it every day.
And she even tagged Ian Song.