Chapter 6

Next day home, resumed readings.

Slept all prior, binged shows till 2 AM—sudden DM.

“Blogger hi, can you read for someone else?”

Gave girl’s details, maybe sensing misread: “My friend—sudden no replies tonight, then text to meet far away. Won’t say why, phone off—worried.”

Urgent, I calculated—face odd.

Nothing.

Couldn’t see anything—near impossible.

Unless info all wrong: Age, name, birthday.

Or, no such person.

Frowned, off: “Hon, online friend?”

Pause, then: “Yes.”

Checked DMer’s profile, calculated via bio.

…Death aura.

Life-ending calamity tonight!

Alert, sat up: “Don’t go—call police first.”

She sent ?.

“Girl’s fake—no one,” concise explain. “If right, trap tonight—don’t go.”

Told all: “You’re entertainer—actor/singer, industry. Small account, long in—career flat, suppressed. Recent trouble… Gender-related. Saying to prove: Believe, friend’s setup by familiar—go, severe consequences.”

A life—I feared disbelief, brain-dumped position to go myself—she replied.

“Ok, got it—won’t go, thanks.”

“I’m actor… Barely. Name Qiu Yun, really really thank you.”

Qiu Yun.

Familiar—stunned.

Baidu’d—no entry. Dug hard, sparse info.

Minor roles in shows/movies—no splash. Weibo near zero fans—all hate.

Photo: Young beauty, bold vibrant charm, confident energy.

Worried, recalculated—death aura gone, relieved.

How she handled? Crime group threat— she’d report?

Bedded down, sleepy.

That night, heavy rain in Nancheng.

Girl with two umbrellas entered hotel, knocked—wrist yanked.

Struggled, sought staff help—ignored.

Dragged in.

Lux room: Men smoking, poker, chips—eyes playful on her.

Dragger bowed, slapped struggling girl; she looked up—bewildered, disbelieving, confused, despairing—mouthed why?

She asked… why?

Nightmare ensued: Cries, howls, sobs; men’s laughs, grunts.

Scenes twisted; last: Numb, empty girl on rooftop.

Jumped—like blooming rose.

…

Jolted awake, clutched head, gasped.

Outside, day—but dim, raining, sky gray.

[Host, what?]

Rubbed temples: “Master said clairvoyant eyes sometimes foresee… Her fate?”

Little Charity puzzled: [What fate?]

“Gotta find her,” shook head. “If dream’s her original night, crisis not over.”

Felt wrong, recalculated—death aura back.

Slapper familiar—online check: Qiu Yun’s agent.

Phone out, messaged: “Know I’m wish-blogger too?”

Quick reply: “Yes, Evening Fish.”

“Wish to me,” said. “Last draw unclaimed—black-box yours. Any wish, I’ll try.”

She suicidal.

Even dodging last night, she’d end herself.

Eyes show useful futures—proves inevitable end in despair.

Strong feeling—couldn’t wait minute.

Qiu Yun: “…Wish?”

“Yep,” no time. “Comment on my Weibo.”

Grateful from help, she did despite oddity.

—I hope one day for sincere well-wishes.

Seeing, momentary sadness.

Black-box offer—knowing rich “miss”—could solve woes, but wished just blessings.

World’s hardships vary, incomparable.

Like Yu Yan: Toxic family, strived uni—mom died untreated from dad’s debts, nearly ruined him.

Like Xu Xiao: Poor village, fees unaffordable—might marry post-high, farm forever, no books.

But Yu Yan had loving mom; Xu Xiao met Lin/principal.

Lives not all malice; most issues money-fixed.

But Qiu Yun?

Young, pretty, resourceless girl…

Dream chilled me.

Little Charity sensed mood: [Host, what?]

Honest: “Don’t know how help Qiu Yun—maybe can’t.”

[Host, suggestion.] Paused. [Buy her company, become shareholder, promote her, resources.]

Me: “?”

[Then shareholder dividends/earnings—improve your life sometimes…] Cough. [Of course, rules allow—no cheat! Plus, might not profit!]

Mind blown: “Can do that!”

Poverty limited imagination.

[Checked: Her company has many suppressed artists… Help more, earn values.]

Thought: “Buy another then.”

Bad leadership breeds rot—if agent sets traps for rules, execs worse.

No management skills—new company unrealistic; invest promising, poach, gather evidence report hers—win-win.

Done.

So, as Star Language Entertainment shareholder, requested Qiu Yun—agent shocked.

But no slacking—brought her.

“You know me,” dimpled smile, extended hand to weary beauty. “Evening Fish, also Star Language CEO, Yu Xianwan.”

Qiu Yun’s aura purple-gold, death fading—dragon-phoenix merge. Purple east-come: Turnaround, cleanse field’s ills.

Destined royalty—king potential.

—”Here to grant your wish.”

Qiu Yun froze, looked up—incredulous, dazed.

Like dreaming.