Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 465: The Scent of Perfume

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: The Scent of Perfume

An Xi’s smile stalled as she caught the sneer on Qiu Wanshuang’s face.

"Honey, Zhenzhen and the others have arrived at our house, why don’t you go see how Ranran and the others are doing? I have something to discuss with Zhenzhen."

Just a second ago she had praised her husband for being considerate, but now she was being yelled at to fetch water; she certainly wasn’t going to fetch it right away.

In the room, Gu Liangjun immediately sat up from the bed. Ye Zhenzhen had come to his house and the kids had gone out to play. Did this mean that only President Song was left at home?

He wasn’t about to let such a golden opportunity slip by.

After tidying up his attire, he walked out to the courtyard and gave a faint smile to Ye Zhenzhen and her group, "Then you guys chat, I’m going to take a walk."

[Hey, weren’t you going to drink water? Why aren’t you drinking the water?]

[I hate men who nag at their women the most. Don’t they have hands or feet? And such a nasty tone too.]

[This family is really bizarre. Gu Liangjun said he went to feed the ducks early this morning, but I really don’t believe that.]

[The show’s production team wouldn’t be biased towards the Gu Family just because they have sponsors, would they?]

No sooner had Gu Liangjun stepped out of the courtyard than he stopped in his tracks. No, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to go see President Song like this. He ought to bring something, or else he really wouldn’t have an excuse to chat.

But in this countryside, he really didn’t have anything impressive to offer.

After much thought, Gu Liangjun suddenly came up with a good idea. A smug smile spread across his face, and internally he praised himself, I’m so clever!

...

Meanwhile, An Xi, having brought Ye Zhenzhen and the others into the room, was immediately grabbed by the arms by the peasant woman, who lamented, "Sister, I... can I ask you for a favor?"

The way the peasant woman spoke, she was almost ready to kneel.

Ye Zhenzhen, taken aback, quickly grabbed her arms, "Hey, hey, don’t do this, please don’t. Let’s talk it over nicely. Tell me what it is first."

Suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen caught a faint scent of perfume from the woman.

Perfume on a shy and reserved peasant woman?

She had a hunch that this person was not as simple as she appeared, the contrast between her indoor and outdoor personas was too great.

An Xi said with a smile, "Right, sister, just tell us what it is. There are no cameras in this room, so don’t be afraid."

The peasant woman smiled at An Xi, her eyes conveying gratitude, "Alright!"

Then she turned to Ye Zhenzhen and said, "Sister, it’s like this. On the hill in front of our village, our family has a plot of sweet oranges. My husband broke his leg repairing the roof earlier this month, and our son is going to university in a few months after taking the college entrance exam..."

Halfway through the story, Ye Zhenzhen seemed to understand something.

"Now, I’m the only one in the family who can work. Plus, with the bumper crop of sweet oranges this year, the fruits on our trees are not selling well and are left unsold, so..."

The peasant woman trailed off, her hands tightly clasped together, making her seem both anxious and helpless.

Qiu Wanshuang, who had not spoken until then, spoke up, "You mean, you want our Zhenzhen to help you sell the oranges?"

Although the question was directed at the peasant woman, Qiu Wanshuang’s smiling eyes were fixed on An Xi. After all, if it was about selling something, An Xi was also a celebrity; she could do it herself.

Why do we have to find Ye Zhenzhen?

And why all this secrecy?

The farmer’s wife, having her concerns pinpointed by Qiu Wanshuang, hurriedly nodded in agreement and then asked Ye Zhenzhen with a cautious and ingratiating look, "Miss, would it be possible? If you could help me sell oranges, I would pay you for your services. I don’t have much, but it’s the least I can do."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled, "Sorry, I am not a professional live-streaming host. If you really need help, you could look for one through channels, or contact wholesale merchants to go to your house."

While speaking, Ye Zhenzhen caught the scent of perfume wafting from the woman again—subtle, not overpowering.

She definitely hadn’t worn perfume today, but it was certain that, besides today, she must really like perfumes, otherwise, the scent wouldn’t linger like this.

An Xi and the farmer’s wife both sensed the polite refusal in Ye Zhenzhen’s words. The farmer’s wife looked down at An Xi, signaling her to speak up on her behalf.

"Zhenzhen, when you were recording the show earlier, you helped the elderly grandmother’s family sell oranges, and that went pretty well, right? This sister here is indeed in a pitiful situation. Her child is in the senior year of high school and about to go to college soon. Her husband has injured his leg and can’t walk. They finally had a good harvest of oranges, but are struggling to sell them for money..."

Ye Zhenzhen found it amusing. They’d taken such a big detour, even avoiding the live camera, just to talk about this?

This familiar spiel sounded more and more like moral blackmail the more she heard it.

An Xi hadn’t considered deeply during the second episode, but now, it was as if a light had been turned on—she realized An Xi was truly sly as a monkey.

"Why don’t you help with the live selling, An Xi? Didn’t the sister approach you first?"

An Xi hadn’t expected Ye Zhenzhen to ask her this, and she laughed nervously, "I don’t know how to live-sell either, I have no experience. You, at least, have sold oranges once before, so it should be easier for you, that’s why I took her to you."

"Do you know who the main buyers of the oranges were last time?"

Ye Zhenzhen continued smiling, "I’ve never been into live-selling, nor do I understand it. The people who bought the oranges last time, one was my husband’s good friend Xiao Yi, and the other was my husband.

Since the sister approached you first, why don’t you discuss with your husband and take over the sister’s orange grove? The Gu Family can surely afford this little expense, don’t you think?"

Qiu Wanshuang also nodded in agreement, "Right, An Xi, Zhenzhen is right. Why bother with live selling? Your family has the capabilities. Even if it comes to worst, I and Zhenzhen can cover the rest. Consider it charity."

No one understood better than Qiu Wanshuang what live selling meant for a female artist, apart from Ye Zhenzhen herself.

An Xi being so shrewd, why wouldn’t she help with the selling herself? Did she take everyone for fools?

"This...might not be a good idea..." As she spoke, the small movements of the farmer’s wife’s hands had stopped, and she no longer seemed as nervous as before.

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and asked An Xi, "Would that be okay?"

An Xi replied with an awkward smile, "Okay, why wouldn’t it be!"

The farmer’s wife looked up at Ye Zhenzhen and said, "Since that’s the case, why don’t you visit my orchard? There really are a lot of good oranges."

Qiu Wanshuang asked Ye Zhenzhen, "Do you want to go check it out now?"

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "I won’t go. If An Xi is taking over the orchard, what’s there for me to do? An Xi, let me know afterward how much money I need to contribute, and I’ll give it to you directly."

Obviously, there was something off about this farmer’s wife. Was she foolish? To follow them to the orchard.

Qiu Wanshuang: "Me too."

Hearing that neither Qiu Wanshuang nor Ye Zhenzhen was willing to visit the orchard, the farmer’s wife’s gaze toward An Xi changed...