Rebirth: Starting with Capturing the Goddess Mentor

Chapter 374 Little Internet Celebrity Aunt Wen

The next morning, Chen Yan and Ruan Yusang walked out of their house hand in hand.

A glossy black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting at the entrance of the Qianchao Bay Building.

When Gao Yang saw Chen Yan and Ruan Yusang come out, he got out of the car, went around to the back seat, and respectfully opened the car door.

Chen Yan first took Ruan Yusang to work at the radio and television station before going to his own company.

The Series A funding for the Moyin app has been finalized. Although the money hasn't arrived yet, the "spending plan" can be prepared in advance.

Chen Yan is preparing to launch a "Creator Incentive Program" to stimulate the vitality of mid-tier creators through financial rewards and traffic support.

What does that mean?

As long as you meet the hard requirements such as having a verified personal account, a fan base of over 1, and your work has been viewed 5 times in the past 30 days, you can be paid based on the number of views.

For example, if one of your videos gets 100 million views, the platform will pay you a commission of 100 yuan.

As a result, countless ordinary people who sense the opportunity will flock to the Moyin app to create high-quality content.

With more high-quality content on the platform, it will naturally attract and retain users, and even encourage users to make recommendations spontaneously, forming a virtuous cycle.

Of course, the specific rules need to be discussed with the marketing department before a decision is made.

At 6 p.m., when it was time to leave work, Chen Yan left the company and drove alone to Puyu Mansion.

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Puyu Mansion.

Chen Yan entered the password and pushed open the door.

Just as he was about to change his shoes, his eyes were drawn to an extremely alluring figure in the living room.

Wen Suya was lying on her side on the floor tiles, propping herself up with one hand and taking a selfie in the mirror with her phone in the other.

She wore a tight white top, paired with a gray short skirt, and her plump, fair legs were covered with a pair of long stockings with delicate patterns.

Wen Suya was intently adjusting the angle, trying to take the most satisfactory photo.

Hearing the door open and footsteps, she instinctively looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Wen Suya's charming expression froze instantly, replaced by disbelief and astonishment. Then, a deep blush quickly spread from her neck to her ears.

As if she had been burned, she hurriedly tried to stand up, but in her panic, she became clumsy and her hand slipped on the floor, causing her to stagger slightly and almost lose her balance.

"Little Chen?"

Wen Suya's cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted away. "You... why did you suddenly come here? You didn't even tell me beforehand..."

She stood up hastily, her previous alluring charm completely gone, replaced by utter embarrassment at being caught in the act by a junior. Fortunately, Chen Yan was thick-skinned enough; he chuckled dryly and asked as if nothing had happened, "Aunt Wen, were you taking pictures just now?"

Seeing that Chen Yan's tone didn't indicate anything unusual, Wen Suya breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained, "Yes, didn't you ask me to become a fashion blogger on the Moyin app?"

"I figured it wouldn't cost any money, so I might as well give it a try."

"I didn't expect it to actually work! One of my videos went viral, and that one video alone gained me 2 followers. My MoYin account now has 3.8 followers!"

Wen Suya excitedly shared her joy with Chen Yan, "Last week, a merchant contacted me to advertise. They asked me to wear their clothes and film a video. They promised to give me 5000 yuan in advertising fees if I just put the purchase link at the top of the comments section!"

Chen Yan replied with a smile: "That's great. I believe in Aunt Wen. As long as you persevere, maybe next year your single advertisement fee will rise to 5 or even 50."

Upon hearing Chen Yan's words, Wen Suya couldn't help but burst out laughing, waving her hands with a trembling smile: "Alright, alright, Xiao Chen, stop joking with Aunt Wen. 50 for an advertisement? That's a pipe dream."

Chen Yan, however, disagreed. He pointed out that many Douyin (TikTok) influencers in later years commanded ad prices exceeding 50 yuan per video. For example, a certain Bing (a famous Chinese food blogger) charged 120 million yuan for a single video ad; and a rebellious female motorcycle enthusiast charged 60 yuan for a single video ad…

Just then, a soft "click" came from the doorway, and the door was pushed open.

Jiang Muyun walked in carrying her bag and immediately saw the two people chatting happily in the living room. A smile naturally appeared on her face: "Husband, Mom, what are you talking about that makes you so happy? I could hear your laughter from the doorway."

When Wen Suya saw her daughter return, her smile deepened, and she said with a hint of teasing, "Mumu is back? Perfect timing. Xiao Chen was dangling a carrot in my face, saying I could earn 50 yuan from one ad next year. I was so excited, I almost believed him."

As she spoke, she walked towards the kitchen: "Alright, I won't disturb you two. I'll go cook. You must be tired after a long day, take a rest."

Wen Suya's figure disappeared at the kitchen door, leaving only Chen Yan and Jiang Muyun in the living room.

Jiang Muyun changed into slippers, walked naturally to the sofa, sat down next to Chen Yan, snuggled affectionately into his arms, picked up the remote and turned on the TV: "Honey, are you tired from work today?"

Chen Yan reached out and put his arm around her shoulder to make her more comfortable. "I'm not tired. How about you? Have you been busy with your studies lately?"

A lighthearted variety show was playing on TV, and the two watched it casually, chatting about their daily lives.

A warm and tranquil atmosphere permeated the living room.

Chen Yan's hand, which was originally properly around Jiang Muyun's shoulder, started to wander a little as he looked at her.

His hand slid down silently, his fingertips casually slipping into Jiang Muyun's collar, his warm palm precisely covering the dough through a layer of delicate underwear fabric.

Jiang Muyun's body stiffened slightly, and she instantly realized what was happening, her cheeks flushing red.

She glanced quickly and subconsciously at the kitchen through a frosted glass door, where her mother's busy figure was vaguely visible, and the sound of chopping vegetables echoed.

She bit her lower lip lightly, nudged Chen Yan gently with her elbow, and whispered, "Honey, my mom's still here!"

Chen Yan chuckled softly, not only not restraining himself, but instead taking advantage of the situation to pull her even tighter, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice deep and magnetic: "What are you afraid of... the kitchen door is closed. Besides, Aunt Wen said we could 'rest' for a bit..."

His fingers lightly brushed against the lace edge of the bra, sending a slight shiver through him.

Jiang Muyun felt weak all over from his touch, her ears turning bright red, but she dared not struggle too much, afraid of disturbing her mother in the kitchen. She could only bury herself shyly in his arms, her voice barely a whisper: "Husband, please...please stop...we'll talk about it tonight..."

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(End of this chapter)