The Interdimensional Reseller – CH171

Chapter 171: Giving the Necklace

Zhuang Feixue sat in the studio, her expression gloomy.

“Sis, maybe we should lie low for a while,” her assistant Su Miaomiao suggested.

Zhuang Feixue frowned. “This has nothing to do with me. If I hide now, won’t that make me look guilty?”

Su Miaomiao looked troubled. “But Sister Feixue, public opinion is really against you right now!”

News articles were coming out accusing her of clout-chasing, partying with big shots, and sleeping her way to success.

Su Miaomiao thought those posts were ridiculous. The Zhuang family was wealthy; Feixue didn’t need to rely on sugar daddies. If anything, it would make more sense if she were the one keeping a pretty boy.

Unfortunately, people online were easily manipulated. Once someone started the smear campaign, keyboard warriors piled on without thinking.

Su Miaomiao frowned. “Even so, let’s cancel what events we can.”

Zhuang Feixue nodded. “Alright.”

Su Miaomiao added, “Sister Feixue, I think we should stay low-key for now. That crazy fan of Xue Ying seems agitated.”

Zhuang Feixue knew she was talking about Qin He.

Qin He was Xue Ying’s fan. Before awakening his power, he had just been a beekeeper in the mountains. After awakening, he became a “bee controller.” Originally, he and Xue Ying lived in totally different worlds, but his value skyrocketed once he got powers.

After that, Qin He rejected many offers from rich businessmen and willingly became Xue Ying’s bodyguard, doing everything for her. At first, Zhuang Feixue thought he was her boyfriend, but later found out they weren’t dating. While they got along, it was clear Xue Ying just saw him as a bodyguard. She was his goddess, and he didn’t seem to care whether she liked him back—he just wanted to serve her.

Zhuang Feixue thought he was a delusional fan. Still, she didn’t underestimate the influence of obsessed fans—especially one with powers.

“Qin He is registered with the National Bureau of Paranormal Abilities. He should be under their control now,” Zhuang Feixue said.

Su Miaomiao asked in confusion, “Sister Feixue, do you think something’s off about how Xue Ying died?”

The news claimed she committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. But Su Miaomiao found it hard to believe. On-screen, Xue Ying appeared graceful and approachable, but in private, she had a nasty temper and made life hard for her assistants—she’d gone through more than ten since debuting. She was obsessed with marrying into wealth and climbing the social ladder. A person with such ambition didn’t seem like someone who would kill herself so easily.

Zhuang Feixue shook her head. “I don’t know.”

She had a vague suspicion. A few months ago, Xue Ying had gotten involved with the son of a shipping tycoon. They’d been passionately in love, but he already had a fiancée and was recently preparing for marriage. Maybe Xue Ying couldn’t accept him marrying someone else and “committed suicide” over it. Whether there was more to the story—who knew.

Zhuang Feixue shook her head again. “Let’s go.”

She stood up just as her phone rang. It was a call from the CEO of Huasheng Media.

She hesitated, then picked up. “Sister Feixue, what’s up? Why’s the CEO calling—just to gloat?”

Zhuang Feixue shook her head. “No, don’t think so badly of him. He’s offering help.”

Su Miaomiao said in surprise, “Help out? A weasel wishing a chicken Happy New Year?”

Zhuang Feixue shook her head and replied, “No, he genuinely wants to help.”

Su Miaomiao was even more surprised, “Since when did the CEO of Huasheng start doing charity?”

Zhuang Feixue: “……” She wasn’t even an artist under Huasheng Media—in fact, her agency was in direct competition with them. The person who called had just asked if she needed any help, and also inquired if there were still any elixirs available.

Zhuang Feixue noticed that lately, quite a few people wanted to help her. Her agency was already trying to suppress her scandals. Several entertainment company bosses had also tried to befriend her. Still, negative rumors were everywhere. Zhuang Feixue secretly suspected that her scandals remained because her uncle might be pulling some strings behind the scenes.

Lately, thanks to selling elixirs, she had accumulated some good connections. Many bosses in the entertainment circle who wanted to buy from her didn’t dare kick her while she was down. But with so many people online attacking her, it was obvious that someone was deliberately fueling the fire, actively working to ruin her…

*

At the Zhuang residence.

Madam Zhuang was fuming as she watched the news.

“What nonsense are those people on the internet spouting?” Su Manqing stared at the online comments, furious.

Mr. Zhuang sighed and said, “Calm down.”

Su Manqing shot him a glare. “And you? You’re just going to sit there and let them talk nonsense?”

Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, “I’ve already hired people to remove her from the trending topics. In fact, Feixue has a lot of goodwill—several bosses are scrambling to help remove the hot search topics.”

Su Manqing frowned. “Is that true?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded. “Yes.”

Feixue’s network seemed even better than his own. Several CEOs were rushing to help delete trending topics and hire PR teams to refute the rumors, hoping to make a good impression on his daughter.

“Then why are there still so many negative posts online?”

Mr. Zhuang’s expression darkened. “A lot of those posts are coming from foreign accounts. It doesn’t seem like something ordinary people could do.”

Su Manqing’s face fell. “Could it be…”

Mr. Zhuang nodded. “Most likely.”

Su Manqing said with some frustration, “What is the main family even doing?” …

Meanwhile, Chu Feng had been watching the news about Zhuang Feixue for several days. As the rumors grew worse, he became increasingly worried about his sister.

Illya looked at Chu Feng and said, “If you’re so concerned, just go see her.”

Illya thought to himself: Celebrities may look glamorous, but I’ve heard the pressure is enormous. He was genuinely worried that Zhuang Feixue might become so distressed that he’d do something drastic, like jump off a building.

Chu Feng nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Considering what his sister was going through, Chu Feng felt it was necessary to visit her—and bring a gift.

He thought, When girls are upset, receiving a present usually cheers them up.

“I’m going to the basement,” Chu Feng said.

Illya nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

Together they headed to the basement. Chu Feng opened a chest, revealing a trove of gold, silver, and jewels. Most of it had been collected from Lan Hu.

After bringing it back, he’d stored it in the basement. Having so many valuables at home always made Chu Feng a bit uneasy.

“What should we give her?” Chu Feng asked Illya.

Illya shook his head. “I don’t know. It all looks pretty ordinary to me.”

Chu Feng: …Ordinary? That’s a bit harsh! Any of these items would cause a frenzy at auction.

He picked out a ruby necklace to give to Zhuang Feixue.

While jade from the other world wasn’t worth much, gems were still very valuable.

The necklace in his hand had been made by a master jeweler from another world—a rare treasure. Given current gem prices, it could probably fetch two to three hundred million at auction.

Back at the villa, Zhuang Feixue sat quietly. Zhuang Cheng looked at her with concern. “Sis, are you okay? Want some water?”

Zhuang Feixue gave him a look. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. It’s just a delivery—I’ve dealt with worse.”

Zhuang Cheng thought to himself: Getting dead rats and half-burned photos doesn’t seem like a small thing at all. What if it’s a bomb next time?

Zhuang Feixu added, “Sis, Dad’s arranged some bodyguards for you. From now on, all packages will be screened before you get them.”

Zhuang Feixue nodded. “Okay.”

Zhuang Cheng looked at her and said, “Sis, I think Dad hopes you’ll take this opportunity to withdraw from the company.”

Zhuang Feixue rolled her eyes. “How could I work in the company? Every time I go to a meeting, I get sleepy. Just looking at documents gives me a splitting headache.”

Zhuang Cheng: …Both his sister and second brother were the same—neither had any interest in the company. Maybe that’s why Second Brother liked her more.

Zhuang Feixu pursed her lips. “Sis, the entertainment industry is still a mess. Maybe you should just quit. Don’t make Mom and Dad worry…”

Zhuang Feixue sighed. “We’ll see.”

She had struggled in the entertainment world for years to get where she was today. Quitting now just felt too unfair—like she was fleeing in defeat.

Looking at Zhuang Cheng and Zhuang Feixu, she urged, “You two should head back. I don’t need you worrying about me.”

Zhuang Cheng hesitated. “Sis, even if you don’t join the company, you can still stay home and live the good life. I’m sure Dad can still afford to support you.”

Zhuang Feixue chuckled. “Your sister has actually saved up quite a bit over the years. Even if I quit, I won’t starve. Now go get some sleep.”

Zhuang Cheng stared at her with a strange feeling—like she was deliberately trying to send them away…

As they were talking, there was a knock at the door. Zhuang Cheng looked at Zhuang Feixue in confusion, only to see her light up with joy.

“Sis, it’s so late—who could it be?”

Zhuang Feixue smiled without saying anything and got up to open the door. Chu Feng and Illya walked into the room, and Zhuang Cheng immediately stood up.

“Sis, Second Brother and Second Brother-in-law are coming? Why didn’t you say anything!” He had just been about to leave—if he had, wouldn’t he have missed them? Zhuang Feixue glanced at Zhuang Cheng, thinking to herself: He calls him ‘Second Brother’ quite naturally now, huh.

Chu Feng looked at Zhuang Cheng and said, “Why would I need to tell you? I’m here to see my sister.”

Zhuang Cheng: “…” Favoritism again—he’s always so nice to his sister but with me… Last time he left me alone in a remote mountain village, and then later again on the side of the road.

Originally, Chu Feng had only come to see Zhuang Feixue and didn’t expect Zhuang Feixu and Zhuang Cheng to also be there.

When Zhuang Feixu saw Chu Feng, her expression shifted slightly but quickly returned to normal.

Chu Feng looked at Zhuang Feixue and said, “Sis, I heard you’ve been feeling down lately, so I brought something to remind you that the world is still a beautiful place.”

Zhuang Feixue looked at him with interest. “Oh? What is it? Slimming elixirs? I’m almost out of those.”
Chu Feng looked a bit awkward. “Not that.”

Zhuang Feixue sighed, “Not elixirs, huh? Are you really out this time?”

Chu Feng looked at her and said, “Sis, I heard you ate most of those slimming elixirs yourself. The money for the elixirs you took was transferred properly, right? So those should have been the ones you bought yourself.”

Zhuang Feixue gave an embarrassed laugh. “Of course not—I sold most of them.”

Zhuang Cheng frowned. “That’s not true. She ate most of them herself. Lots of people wanted to buy some but couldn’t.”

Because so few slimming elixirs were released to the public, many people were cursing his sister behind her back.

Zhuang Feixue glared at Zhuang Cheng. “What nonsense are you saying?”
Zhuang Cheng puffed up his cheeks, muttering inwardly: I’m not making it up. So many people begged me to plead with my sister, but she was really ‘cold-blooded’ when it came to those elixirs.

“Big Sis treats slimming elixirs like candy.”
A lot of people thought she was wasting them. With something so effective, she wouldn’t give it to any chubby people—just kept taking them herself until she got thin like a skeleton.

He actually also felt she was taking them too frequently—it was wasteful.

Chu Feng shook his head and said to Zhuang Feixue, “Even if there aren’t any side effects right now, it’s not good to take too many.”

Zhuang Feixue brushed it off. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Zhuang Feixu lowered her head, a little envious. She was actually very interested in both slimming and beauty elixirs but was too embarrassed to ask Zhuang Feixue for any.

“Chu Feng, where exactly did these elixirs come from?” Zhuang Feixu couldn’t help asking.

Chu Feng smiled vaguely. “From a traditional Chinese doctor I know.”

“I see,” Zhuang Feixu replied weakly.

Chu Feng: “…”

…

Illya took out a jewelry box, opened it, and pushed it toward Zhuang Feixue.

Zhuang Feixue looked at the gemstones inside and was shocked.

“This—!”

Zhuang Cheng looked at the ruby inside. “Is this real?”

Such a large gem must be worth a lot—it was flawless! Where did Second Brother find something this good? Even the pearls from before—those giant ones must’ve come from the deep sea, right? And isn’t Second Brother supposed to be greedy? How could someone like that just give away something so valuable so easily?

Zhuang Feixue looked at what Chu Feng brought and said, “Second Brother, this is too expensive.”

Illya, sipping tea, said, “Don’t worry, it’s really cheap.”
The necklace had been traded for a music box. Over there, music boxes were very popular and valuable, but in truth, a music box was only worth a few dozen bucks—the price of a bowl of noodles.

Zhuang Feixue: “…”

Zhuang Cheng stared at the jewels in the box, puffing his cheeks in disbelief. “Cheap? Are these synthetic?”

Zhuang Feixue looked carefully. “Nope, they’re real.”

Zhuang Cheng glanced at Illya’s calm face and thought to himself: Could it really be cheap? Is Illya actually a top-tier rich heir? If so, he’s hiding it incredibly well.

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