Fairy, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!

Feng Bingbing sent Lin Mu a photo.

It seemed to be a selfie.

But it wasn't of her face. It was of her long, shapely legs.

From the photo, it looked like Feng Bingbing was sitting in a car seat, taking a picture of her own legs with her phone.

That alone wasn't anything special.

The problem was, Feng Bingbing was wearing a short skirt, and from her ankles to her calves and thighs, she had on a pair of white stockings.

Lin Mu couldn't stand it.

Black stockings were true love. White stockings were heresy!

Ahem!

Lin Mu just thought it was terribly improper.

How could a girl casually send a man a photo like that?

What was she trying to say?

Testing me?

Hadn't we made things perfectly clear yesterday? What on earth did this woman want?

Lin Mu felt his dignity as a man had been challenged.

Did Feng Bingbing think that sending me a photo in white stockings would be enough to make me give in?

Heh. Junior, you think far too little of your Senior!

Lin Mu sneered and typed into the chat box, "Put on a pair of black stockings instead."

Ahem, ahem.

Lin Mu grabbed his right thumb with his left hand before it could hit Send. After a moment of silence, he deleted the message, typed a new one, and sent it:

"Junior Feng, I'm at work."

That was clear enough, right?

But Feng Bingbing quickly replied, "Senior, I'm at work too. Look, this is my schedule for today."

Only then did Lin Mu notice that a small piece of paper was resting on Feng Bingbing's white-stockinged knee. It had her work schedule for the day written on it:

"9:30 a.m., Nanan Bell and Drum Tower, De Fu commercial."

"2 p.m., flight to Deep City."

"6 p.m., Shennan Satellite TV, recording of Singing Youth."

"10 p.m., vocal practice."

Lin Mu coughed awkwardly. So Feng Bingbing hadn't been asking him to look at her legs. She'd been showing him her daily schedule.

Damn these white stockings, messing with my head!

Lin Mu wasn't sure how to reply.

Feng Bingbing seemed pretty hardworking. She had to travel more than a thousand kilometers between Nanan and Deep City in a single day, and even after recording the show, she still had to practice singing at ten that night.

But what was she doing filming a chocolate commercial at Nanan's historic Bell and Drum Tower?

That didn't fit at all, did it?

Tsk, the entertainment world is a mess!

This girl was such a nuisance. I'm at work, and you suddenly send me a picture of your legs. If someone sees it, won't they get the wrong idea about me?

Lin Mu decided to block Feng Bingbing.

He tapped the top-right corner of the chat window, opened the friend settings for the account whose avatar was a string of candied hawthorn skewers, and pressed down on the toggle for "Add to Blocklist."

He was just about to swipe right and add Junior Feng, this walking source of trouble, to his blocklist.

Then Feng Bingbing sent another photo.

Lin Mu paused and hesitated, but in the end he returned to the chat.

I'll see what this girl sent first. I can block her afterward.

But this time it wasn't white or black stockings. It was a photo of a fair little hand holding a stick of candied hawthorn skewers.

Then Feng Bingbing sent a voice message. Her voice was clear and bright:

"Senior Lin, I just got out of the car and bought some candied hawthorns. Look, don't they look just like the ones we used to eat as kids?"

Lin Mu froze. A scene from so long ago that only black and white remained in his memory involuntarily surfaced in his mind:

A boy with a bruised and swollen face sat by the roadside. Though he was in unbearable pain, he still maintained the unshakable bearing of a great hero.

A little girl in a white dress stained black ran over, holding a stick of candied hawthorns in each hand. She offered one to the boy.

"Kids' stuff. I don't want it," the boy said with a cold snort.

"They're delicious. They'll make the pain go away." The little girl blinked her big eyes and stubbornly held out the candied hawthorns.

The boy took them disdainfully and bit into one. His eyes lit up, and he finished them in no time.

Seeing that the girl still had another stick, he asked in puzzlement, "Why aren't you eating?"

The little girl smiled sweetly, her voice crisp. "I saved them for you."

With that, she held the second stick of candied hawthorns out to the boy.

The boy grew furious. "Do you think I'm a glutton?"

"They're delicious. If you eat them, you can become a great hero."

The little girl said it very seriously.

The boy took them, bit into one, and his eyes lit up again. Hugging the stick, he munched on it with his mouth full.

The little girl crouched beside him, resting her chin in her hands as she gazed up at him. Her eyes were as clear as water, and her smile was tender.

"I miss the candied hawthorns in Star City so much."

Feng Bingbing sent another voice message, her voice carrying nostalgia and a hint of sadness. It was beautiful, like a spring rain after winter, soothing to the heart.

Lin Mu fell silent for a moment, then replied, "My boss called a meeting. Bye."

After that, he exited WeChat, put down his phone, got up to brew a cup of goji berry and red date tea, returned to his desk, and picked up a newspaper to read.

I'll hold off on blocking her for now.

After all, I'm about to become the first paparazzo to enter the entertainment industry as an artist. I might face plenty of temptations in the future.

Feng Bingbing may have something wrong with her head, but she's got a great face and figure. Spending more time with a beautiful celebrity like her can be a good test of my self-control.

If I can train myself to remain unmoved by beauty and become invulnerable, that'll help me make my way through the entertainment industry in the future.

So, Feng Bingbing is still useful for now.

Fairy, I need you to help me cultivate!

Nanan, Bell and Drum Tower.

Feng Bingbing and Xiao Zhu arrived at the commercial shoot. The director told Feng Bingbing to go to the makeup room for a touch-up first.

Feng Bingbing stepped into the temporary makeup room and saw a woman already sitting inside, getting her makeup done.

Xiao Zhu immediately grew a little nervous and muttered under her breath:

"De Fu actually brought Xu Lingyu in to shoot with Little Bing? Aren't they worried something will happen?"

The theme of the commercial was "De Fu, as smooth as a song," so the company had invited Feng Bingbing and another female singer to shoot it.

The other singer was Xu Lingyu. She was about the same age as Feng Bingbing, and her looks and singing style were similar, but her popularity and status were just a little lower.

Everyone in the industry knew that Xu Lingyu and Feng Bingbing had never gotten along. If the two of them were put together, sparks were bound to fly.

Just then, Xu Lingyu turned to see Feng Bingbing and let out a giggle. In a sugary voice, she said:

"Well, well. If it isn't the Little Diva who confessed her love to a man at a concert, only to be ignored!"

The atmosphere in the makeup room froze.

The makeup artists stood awkwardly in place, exchanging glances.

Feng Bingbing's public confession at last night's concert was undoubtedly the biggest news of the past two days. Almost everyone inside and outside the industry knew about it.

And the most embarrassing part was that when a beautiful, popular Little Diva of the Music Scene made a public confession, no one had gone onstage to respond. Who knew how many people were laughing at Feng Bingbing behind her back?

As her sworn rival, Xu Lingyu certainly wasn't about to miss the chance to stab her enemy in the throat.

That remark had hit right where it hurt. It was a real heartbreaker.

For a moment, everyone in the makeup room fell silent and instinctively looked toward Feng Bingbing.

Some felt sorry for her. Some were excited. Others were taking pleasure in her misfortune.

Xiao Zhu was terrified. She clutched Feng Bingbing's arm tightly and whispered:

"Little Bing, stay calm! Sister Wan Qing told you not to cause trouble!"

She wasn't worried that someone would snap at Little Bing. She was worried Little Bing would snap back.

"Heh."

Feng Bingbing smiled calmly and walked gracefully over to Xu Lingyu.

"We're doomed."

Xiao Zhu couldn't hold her back. With a lament, she covered her eyes.