Here We Go Again

As for why Yu Xunge knew so clearly, it was because that outfit had gone around in circles and, two years later, ended up in her hands in an extremely dramatic way.

When she had first gone on the run and was hunted down for the first time, she had killed one of her pursuers. While searching his gear, she found that outfit and discovered the name she had once left inside the back collar.

It had been her first time filming. Even though the outfit itself had nothing special about it—at most, its quality was decent, since the female lead had to wear it for several months—and even though she had not been some huge star, she had still been full of hopes for the future. She had embroidered her name onto the back collar of the black garment with black thread...

Originally, she had not planned to look for that outfit in this life. After all, she had not been smeared but had left the industry with dignity. That fan would not have been so heartbroken that she quit being a fan and sold the costume, right? Retiring from the industry so abruptly had already been cold enough. She could not very well steal an opportunity from one of her own fans.

But unexpectedly, on one of the rare occasions when she was scrolling through her phone, the algorithm just happened to recommend that person's video selling the outfit. There were only a few pictures. The first was a photo of herself eating in a restaurant after training, followed by several photos of the outfit. The fan said she had recently run out of living expenses and wanted to sell the costume she had bought for twenty thousand yuan at auction. It was a costume Yu Xunge had worn while playing XX.

Yu Xunge immediately messaged her from her main account, saying that although she had retired from the industry, she still missed the old days, blah blah blah. Once she had played the emotional card, she played the money card, offering fifty thousand yuan for the costume.

Whether from guilt or embarrassment that her unfollowing had been discovered by the celebrity herself, the fan actually changed her mind and said she would not sell it.

Yu Xunge played another money card. "One hundred thousand."

"Big sis, I'm sorry. I only wanted to sell it because I'm really short on money. It's not because I don't like you anymore."

"One hundred and fifty thousand, sweetheart. I really miss it."

Whether it was the power of money or that one "sweetheart," the other party wisely accepted the offer.

Early that morning, Yu Xunge had personally driven over to bring the outfit home!

After washing and disinfecting it, she hung it in her walk-in closet. It was an all-black modified Hanfu, not overly elaborate: a black outer robe and a wide belt. Actors could wear their own clothes underneath, then throw on the robe and tie the belt to transform and start filming.

Little blue outfit!

The little blue outfit that had followed her through an entire year on the run!

After all those twists and turns, it was still you.

She had considered finding a skilled tailor to embroider some subtle patterns onto it. Maybe it would end up a higher grade when the mutation came? But after thinking it over, she gave up. Better to play it safe. What if that tiny alteration prevented the outfit from mutating at all?

Ever since Yu Xunge had started making money again—and was earning one million per job—the family had grown jealous again.

Happy Autumn Fruit asked her for some spending money, and Depressed Clear Mountain did too.

Yu Xunge tagged Yu Xunhuan.

[Yu Xunge]: @Yu Xunhuan All my money comes from your wife. Can't your God-given skill make money?

That one sentence nearly depressed Yu Xunhuan all over again.

His God-given talent... forget it. Better not mention it.

[Yu Xunge]: I have better uses for my money. I'm planning to buy some weapons. @Happy Autumn Fruit @Depressed Clear Mountain Want any?

[Happy Autumn Fruit]: That bed... really can't be bought anymore?

[Depressed Clear Mountain]: What exactly do you mean?

[Happy Autumn Fruit]: I was just asking.

[Depressed Clear Mountain]: @Yu Xunge Are there any game weapons?

[Yu Xunge]: No. I haven't seen any. Who would sell something like that? @Yu Xunhuan Have you seen any at the Su Family?

[Yu Xunhuan]: I have, but they weren't for me.

The topic instantly veered toward the game.

A few days later, Yu Xunhuan said in the group chat that Su Yitong had gone on a business trip and that he was returning to his parents' home for a few days.

[Yu Xunhuan]: @Yu Xunge Come over to my place for dinner tonight.

Heh, the little pervert was at it again, huh?! You called that dinner?

Yu Xunge immediately switched out of the chat app and booked a flight to Sawatdika Country!

Not long after Yu Xunhuan sent that message, Yu Xunge posted her location at the airport.

[Yu Xunge]: [Location Information]

[Yu Xunge]: You said it too late. I've already planned a trip to Sawatdika Country to see whether there's anything interesting there. We'll talk when I get back. I'll bring you all gifts~

Then she turned off her phone.

Yu Xunhuan stood in the kitchen with a grim face. He did not want to do this either, but he truly could not think of any way to break the deadlock.

After the third closed beta, Su Yitong had asked whether he had become a player. How could he possibly say that he was not? The difference between being a player and not being one was enormous. He worried that Su Yitong would look down on him even more. And after he said that he had indeed participated in the game's closed beta, Su Yitong's next question had been what God-given talent he had drawn.

In fact, ever since everyone learned that each person had a God-given talent, people generally did not ask what another person's talent was unless they needed to cooperate, were hiring them, or the other party volunteered the information.

Even people with terrible social awareness automatically understood and followed this rule.

Even when Yu Xunge had voluntarily told Yu Xunhuan and the others about her God-given talent, Yu Xunhuan had been too embarrassed to ask whether her talent had any other abilities besides changing other people's luck values.

Asking once could be considered intimacy, but asking again carried the implication of probing into someone else's privacy and trump cards.

But Su Yitong had no such concern. She would not ask her friends about their God-given talents, but Yu Xunhuan was her husband—her possession. Of course she had the right to know.

Just as the Su Family would ask every employee about their God-given talent after making them participate in the closed beta, she considered it perfectly natural and fully justified.

Naturally, Yu Xunhuan understood the meaning behind it.

He would bet that even if Su Yitong looked down on the Yu Family as in-laws, she would never ask Yu Xunge about her God-given talent. Yet she could ask him directly, because in Su Yitong's eyes, she had the right to control everything about him.

At the time, Yu Xunhuan had shown not the slightest displeasure. Instead, he gave a bitter smile and said that he had drawn a very good talent, but it had been sealed.

Under Su Yitong's further questioning, Yu Xunhuan said he had drawn an SS-rank God-given talent. It was just that after leaving the game, several of its skills had turned gray. He glossed over the details and mentioned a few unusable skills. Su Yitong did not say whether she believed him, but her expression clearly became more serious.

Even under the pressure of potentially displeasing Su Yitong, Yu Xunhuan had not revealed the effect of the one talent skill he could still use. Instead, he quickly changed the subject and mentioned the professional skills he had learned, saying that he could make jewelry and potions for Su Yitong in the future. Finally, he brought up Yu Xunge's talent skill.

So if it had not been for him, how would Yu Xunge have gotten the chance to earn so much money?

What a pity. She had run off so fast...