Chapter 14: The Social Media Account

What are those two little ones up to again? Su Xingwan looked up and glanced around.

“Brother, is Auntie watching us?”

“Hurry and lie down. We can’t let Auntie know we’re trying to help her make money.”

“All right.”

Then the two little ones obediently lay down.

Su Xingwan: “…”

Seeing that the two little ones had stopped moving, she turned her head back to ponder ways to earn money.

She opened WeChat and scrolled to the photographer Wu Qian had introduced to her last time.

Several days had passed, yet the photographer still showed no intention of adding her on WeChat.

It seemed he was truly deeply hurt.

There were many group chats on WeChat—socialite groups, luxury brand groups, high society groups, university groups, and so on.

She casually clicked into some of these groups, finding only a jumble of trivial messages.

Until she entered a socialite group chat, where many people were talking about her.

“Did you hear Su Xingwan has fallen on hard times? Is that true?”

“Absolutely. I even saw her buying two kids cotton-padded jackets worth hundreds last time.”

“Two kids? Are those her children?”

“Probably. I suspect her previous wealth came from a sugar daddy. Now that he’s abandoned her, she’s become poor.”

“Su Xingwan was being kept all along?”

“Given her situation, she must have been supported by a sugar daddy before. Otherwise, how do you explain her sudden loss of money and the sudden appearance of two kids?”

“This sounds like the truth. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.”

“Su Xingwan always seemed so proper and aloof, with such high standards for men. Who would’ve thought she was kept and even had two children.”

The group was filled with people looking down on her.

Su Xingwan watched these people openly discussing her without any restraint, and thought: Do they even realize I’m in this group too?

Then she opened the university group and found people there discussing the same thing.

Su Xingwan: Am I some kind of hot topic? Everyone wants to get involved.

Suddenly—

Everyone saw the message that Su Xingwan had left the group.

Everyone in the group: ………

She was actually in this group!!!

Why didn’t anyone warn us beforehand!

After Su Xingwan left the socialite group, silence immediately fell over the chat, and no one dared to send a message for a long time.

Su Xingwan originally planned to leave the university group as well but remembered Zhang Qiaoqiao telling her about the upcoming class reunion.

At first, she hadn’t intended to attend, but now things were different.

If she went, maybe she could find a suitable job.

Perhaps she might even meet the photographer Zhang Qiaoqiao mentioned.

After all, that photographer also attended this school.

Su Xingwan deleted several chaotic groups in one go, leaving only two or three groups she thought might be somewhat useful.

After leaving the groups, she opened the video app the original owner had used.

With the rise of social media, the original owner had joined in, becoming a small internet celebrity who made short videos.

She daily shared her collection of branded bags, clothes, and other luxury items, gaining quite a following online.

But being an influencer was only her stepping stone; her ultimate goal was to enter the entertainment industry.

However, ever since she could no longer maintain her fake socialite lifestyle, she rarely shared those displays of wealth.

The last video she posted was one or two months ago.

The comment section and private messages still had many fans urging her to post more, their tone ingratiating.

Su Xingwan could easily see these so-called fans were trying to latch onto the original owner’s fame for their own gain.

Her former life was ordinary and mundane; now, having crossed into this world so close to the powerful, she realized how many people yearned for money and fame, willing to pursue it at any cost.

At this moment, Su Xingwan posted one last video, announcing that from today onward, her account dedicated to flaunting wealth would cease updating forever.

Fans flocked to her comment section, asking why she was stopping.

Many speculated the blogger had gone bankrupt.

Some, jealous of the original owner’s past success, mocked her in the comments.

More quietly just unfollowed.

Yes, the world is that harshly realistic.

Then Su Xingwan registered a brand-new social media account with her own ID.

What should she call it?

She thought for a moment.

In her previous life, she enjoyed living alone — eating alone, drinking alone, free and unburdened.

After years of work, saving penny by penny, she had paid a down payment on a small apartment.

She often filmed short videos after work and posted them on her account.

Over the years, she had built a following of over a hundred thousand.

With her main job and side hustle, she quickly paid off the rest of her mortgage.

Just as she was about to enjoy life without debt, fate intervened.

She decided to continue sharing daily life vlogs, just like before.

Once her followers grew, she could monetize her account.

Her original name was already Su Xingwan.

Sometimes she thought she had entered a parallel world, becoming a completely new Su Xingwan.

She set her account nickname: “Xingwan’s Daily Life.”

She added a cute icon—a small drawing of three tiny, adorable matchstick figures.

Su Xingwan thought of Xiao Su Hua and Xiao Su Luo’s older brother.

She hadn’t yet switched their big brother back, and worried their uncle might come after her and drag her off to a mental hospital to suffer.

After she finished setting everything up, it was already late.

She sat back on her bed, and soon was surrounded by the two little ones.

One of them lay across her lap, their big, beautiful eyes fixed unwaveringly on her.

Su Xingwan felt a bit embarrassed under their gaze.

“Aren’t you two asleep yet?”

“We’re waiting for you to sleep with us, Auntie!” The two little ones blinked their innocent eyes.

Su Xingwan couldn’t help but stroke the two tufts of hair on their heads.

“Aren’t you sleepy?”

“No.” They shook their heads, though their eyes were already heavy with drowsiness.

“Auntie, when we were sick, did you stay with us all night in the hospital?”

Su Xingwan was taken aback. Did the two little ones really notice such a thing?

“How did you know?”

Xiao Su Hua: “The nurse in the hospital told us.”

Xiao Su Luo: “I saw it myself!”

It was during that illness that they finally let down their guard around Auntie.

Su Xingwan smiled and gently stroked their heads.

“Yes, now, are you going to sleep?”