Su Wanyan leaned back in the armchair, sunlight from the study window warming her lap where the laptop rested. Pages of research notes filled the screen—detailed charts, careful observations, ideas that had already changed so many young lives.
She scrolled slowly, absorbing it all, occasionally pausing to jot down a thought of her own. Time slipped by quietly, the apartment wrapped in comfortable silence.
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Outside, a white production van pulled up to the building. Inside, the crew chatted in low voices while equipment bags shifted with every turn. The live stream for Su Wanyan's broadcast had already started, but for now the feed showed only a black screen and carried no sound. Still, the barrage scrolled fast, full of anticipation.
[Even though Teacher Su probably won't see this, I'm so grateful to her. She saved my little brother's life.]
[Same here.. my niece wouldn't be here without her work.]
[+1]
[+2]
[+3]
[The chain keeps growing..]
Inside a luxurious villa, PD Xu Cui glanced at his tablet and smiled. The comments were pouring in already, warm and genuine. He felt a quiet pride settle in his chest. Inviting someone like Su Wanyan had taken months of careful planning, but moments like this made it worth every late night. Real people with real impact—that was the kind of guest who could make a show special.
The van parked smoothly. Doors slid open, and the team gathered their gear: cameras, microphones, lights soft enough not to feel harsh. They rode the elevator up, the hallway quiet except for the faint roll of wheels on carpet.
At the door, the director nodded. The doorbell chimed—clear and gentle notes that fit the building perfectly.
Footsteps approached from inside, unhurried. The door opened, and Su Wanyan stood there, a soft smile already in place.
"Oh, you're all here," she said warmly. "Please, come in."
Sunlight from the big windows behind her spilled into the hallway, catching the edges of her hair and the gentle folds of her beige sweater. For a second, the cameraman holding the main lens blinked hard. It really did feel like light was pouring around her, not dramatic or staged, just natural, quiet, the kind that made you feel instantly at ease.
Her casual clothes only made it better: cozy knit, flowing trousers, everything soft and welcoming. She looked like the older sister everyone wished lived next door—the one you could trust with anything.
The rest of the crew felt it too. Smiles came easier as they stepped inside.
If they'd glanced at the live barrage right then, they would have seen it explode.
[HOLY.. is this actually Su Wanyan?!]
[She looks so young! I pictured someone way older.]
[I was worried she'd be some creepy rich lady chasing omegas, but.. wow. Just wow.]
[Calling her right now: Wife.]
[Excuse me, that's MY wife. We've been married for five years, respect the ring.]
[Upstairs, are you okay? Do we need to call someone?]
[LOL this comment section is wild already.]
Thankfully, Su Wanyan had no idea. Her mind was still on the peaceful morning she'd had, not on the thousands of strangers suddenly claiming relationships with her.
The apartment welcomed them the same way she did. Warm light bounced off pale walls in gentle creams and soft greens. A huge TV hung opposite the plush sofas, and behind them sat a cozy reading nook—low shelves filled with books, a comfortable chair angled toward the window. In one corner, a neat basket held colorful children's toys, arranged with care.
Lush green plants trailed from shelves and stood in ceramic pots on the floor, bringing quiet life to every corner. Nothing felt showy. Everything felt lived in, loved, safe.
"Have a seat," Su Wanyan offered, gesturing toward the sofas.
The team smiled and shook their heads politely. "Thank you, but we'll set up first," the director said. They moved with practiced quiet, arranging cameras and checking sound levels, trying not to disturb the calm of the place.
The barrage kept rolling.
[Her home is exactly like I imagined, warm and gentle.]
[Look at all the plants! And those toys.. my heart.]
[She's so nice. As expected of my wife for five years.]
[Again with the wife thing.. upstairs, please seek help.]
[If I were thirty years younger.. sigh.]
[Grandpa/Grandma, what?!!]
[LMAO this is gold.]
Su Wanyan settled onto the sofa as directed, folding her hands in her lap. She looked calm on the outside, waiting patiently for the interview segment to begin.
Inside, though, her thoughts had taken a sharp turn.
Because right in the center of her vision, floating like glass in midair, a pale blue window had appeared.
System? she murmured to herself, barely a breath.