The male supporting character was actually myself.

For an idol he'd never even met in person, he dared to spend his father's medical bills, his own tuition fees, his widowed grandmother's pig-raising profits, and company funds... He really doesn't care about human life?

After peering at the screen for a while, the fluffy ball realized that the group wasn't joking; someone had actually responded and quickly transferred nearly 100,000 yuan to Yang Xixi. Startled, it took a step back and hurriedly took out its phone to send a message to its host in the noisy nightclub.

[Xiao Bai: Oh no, Host! Fang Wenche's aura has activated! Many of Miao Miao's die-hard fans are donating money to help him raise enough to terminate his contract! That's all the hard-earned money of their parents! Should we intervene and stop him?]

When the message arrived, Jiang Chen, who had just finished eating, was helping to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

Having become familiar with every inch of the house, Ouyang Anjing moved around the room as nimbly as a normal person, helping to tidy up. Hearing a buzzing sound, she reminded him, "Jiang Chen, is your phone ringing? Is there a call?"

"It's probably work-related." Ouyang Anning handed him a towel and smiled, "Wipe your hands and go ahead with your work. I'll take care of the dishes and cleaning."

Grandma brewed some hot tea and invited the guest to sit down and rest, but he shook his head and smiled, saying, "I'll be done washing up soon, it won't make a difference. I run my own studio now, so I don't have that many things to rush through."

When Ouyang Anning heard the word "studio" from him for the second time, she couldn't help but be moved.

If Li Jiangchen might have had some ulterior motive in first trying to recruit the two sisters to his studio to compete with Zhang Qi for talent, then after the Zhang Qi contract signing incident, it at least proved that what the idol said was true.

And now he's so approachable, cooking and eating with his family, discussing how to sue that man to protect his legal rights, etc., it can't be an act.

After all, what could the two sisters possibly have that would make others spend time and energy plotting against them?

In terms of looks, there are plenty of beauties in the entertainment industry. With Li Jiangchen's own attributes, finding a goddess wouldn't be difficult. Her sister is blind, and she herself has weakness in her left arm; I doubt anyone would have such a preference…

While she was lost in thought, Jiang Chen had already efficiently cleaned up the kitchen.

After washing and drying his hands, he sat in the dimly lit, yellowed living room, drinking tea and discussing the lawsuit with his grandmother.

"I still have the passbooks from when I got married and withdrew money to buy a house and a car. It's just that I've lost all the other receipts. It's been so long that I don't know if they can prove that the house was bought with this money."

I still have the divorce papers, and the medical report from when my daughter found out he was having an affair with another woman…”

After listening to his reasoned analysis, Grandma got up and took out an old black leather bag from the old wardrobe in her bedroom. Inside, various receipts and notebooks were neatly arranged by year.

She then laid out a large pile of old hospital diagnoses, her daughter's handwritten suicide note accusing the scumbag, and receipts for appeals demanding child support on the table...

“The legal team I hired said that the new regulations were revised last year, changing the statute of limitations for some cases. I think the evidence you kept, Grandma, is very useful!”

After carefully examining each photo, Jiang Chen took pictures of them all. "I'll send them to a lawyer so we can get some professional advice. If we can't sue to recover our rightful assets, then we should take this opportunity to completely sever ties with that scumbag so he won't come looking for us again in the future, demanding a peaceful and quiet retirement."

"Huh? We can't even support ourselves, how could he be so shameless?" Ouyang Anjing was stunned after hearing this. "Is that possible?"

Having witnessed too much of the deceitful and heartless world, Grandma couldn't help but curl her dry lips and sneer, "Ha, he still has any shame? If he really had any shame, he wouldn't have used the two of you to threaten your mother and make her leave with nothing!"

Back then, everyone knew that any child who stayed with him would suffer. Anning, a perfectly healthy child, could be beaten like this. Giving him custody would be like harming the child yourself! So your grandfather and I both supported your mother taking you two with her, even if it meant not getting paid.

At the time, that little bit of money wasn't a big deal for our family, it's just that your mother had such a hard life...

She'd barely escaped the wolf's den before being diagnosed with breast cancer; it was like she couldn't swallow her anger and was driven to her death by it!

"Grandma, don't be angry. Anjing and Anning will definitely give you a good life in the future. Evil people will be punished by heaven. Our most important task now is to sever ties with scumbags."

After sending the photos and a brief description of the situation to the lawyer, Jiang Chen replied to Xiao Bai with a message, then took out a draft electronic contract from his phone and handed it over, saying, "Anning, take a look at the conditions offered by my studio and see if they are suitable. If you are really willing to sing, I will help you debut!"

Chapter Twenty-One: Money Comes Fast!

"Oh? Really?" Ouyang Anning was flattered and took the phone to carefully read the terms and conditions.

The contract detailed the treatment and benefits the company would provide to its signed artists, and clearly listed the responsibilities and obligations that the artists should fulfill. It was a long document with many pages, and although she read it carefully, she didn't really understand it.

After all, he had never dealt with any formal contracts before, and he just felt that Li Jiangchen wouldn't put any traps in the contract.

"Um...why don't you want to listen to our song first?"

Ouyang Anning handed the phone back to him, blinked her big eyes, and said sincerely, "Opening a studio is for win-win cooperation. As the boss, you should listen to our music first and see if it's worth the investment."

Jiang Chen: ...

I've heard you guys set up your stall and sing every night so many times...

"Let's sing a song we wrote ourselves, you listen first, okay?" Ouyang Anjing hurriedly got up to fiddle with the electronic keyboard, while Anning nervously followed the melody under her sister's fingertips, singing a light and cheerful song in her clear voice.

The grandmother gazed at the two sisters with loving eyes, tears of longing glistening in her cloudy eyes, perhaps seeing the shadow of her own daughter in her granddaughter.

"Clap clap clap!" After a short song was finished, Jiang Chen applauded enthusiastically. "I don't think there's a big problem. The most important thing for you two is that you haven't received professional guidance, so after signing with the studio, you need to learn systematically first."

To truly enter the music industry, besides good luck, one's own talent is the most important factor in releasing singles and albums.

However, this skill requires both talent and hard work to build; the learning process will be very tough. Are you mentally prepared?

Receiving their idol's approval and encouragement, the two sisters blushed slightly and nodded in unison.

"I would be content as long as I can receive professional guidance and have the opportunity to sing for more people."

Ouyang Anjing remained as innocent and adorable as ever, stroking the old electronic keyboard and cautiously asking, "If I sign with the studio, can I learn to play the piano with a teacher? I've heard many piano pieces on the radio, and the sound is so much better than this electronic keyboard!"

Jiang Chen smiled and replied, "Any instrument is fine as long as you want to learn."

"That's great! Anning, let's sign the contract!"

Ouyang Anning subconsciously turned her head to look at her grandmother, who did not object, and nodded happily, "Okay!"

"Then it's settled. I'll bring the paper contract to sign tomorrow morning, and I'll also prepare accommodations for you and show you around the studio to familiarize you with the environment. Grandma, please pack your things and move with them to the accommodations the company has prepared. This place is too remote; the two sisters won't be able to concentrate on their studies if you stay here alone."

Grandma was taken aback. "Signing with a studio and they even provide accommodation?"

"That's right. Our artists' food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation are all managed by the company. Right now, they are trainees who only study and don't perform. When they debut and participate in programs in the future, the company will send agents, makeup artists, costume designers, and other staff members to accompany them. They don't need to worry about their living conditions at all; they just need to do their professional work well."

"No wonder so many young people these days want to be stars; it's all good stuff..."

…………

A faint joy filled the dimly lit, dilapidated old house. After Jiang Chen left, the three of them chatted for a long time until they turned off the lights and rested late at night.

Meanwhile, Fang Wenche, who was still partying in a nightclub, was thrilled as he watched the amount of money on Yang Xixi's phone keep increasing—it's so easy to make money off fans!

Occasionally, they can engage in some promotional activities, offering sweet moments and playing the victim, without even needing to personally participate, and the money still flows into their accounts.

This is the most fundamental motivation for dreaming of becoming a star!

Once you become famous, the money really comes in fast!

"Brother Che, you see, there are still a lot of die-hard fans who love you so much, right?" Yang Xixi had never had so much money in her payment app before. She was so excited when she heard the notification that the money had arrived that her heart skipped a beat.

In less than four hours, my account balance reached over 300,000!

This is a windfall!

Looking at that long string of numbers, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

She glanced back at Fang Wenche, who was excitedly drinking, and a greedy thought arose in her heart—after all, these transfers were sent by people in the group themselves, and no one had ever counted how much money was in total.

If I secretly transfer a small amount out, no one will notice!

With just a few clicks, you can amass wealth that would take years to earn. No wonder so many fans are eager to compete for the leadership of fan clubs, cheering and participating in various support activities. The potential profits are unimaginable.

"Buzz!"

Yang Xixi's phone vibrated as she received another transfer. Looking at the increased total amount, she turned to look at Fang Wenche, who was still quite drunk, and felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.

Idols are practically a money tree!

He is tall, handsome, talented, and dotes on her. As the only woman and agent by his side, she controls the right to speak, promotes the event, and collects support funds. No matter which one she does, she can get a lot of money!

Big stars and handsome men are mine, and so is the money. Yang Xixi felt there was nothing more awesome in the world!

The next step is to continue expanding the number of die-hard fans and work hard to make money. Once enough money is raised to help the idol terminate his contract, the fan club will be mobilized to help him find resources. The money earned will be kept by him. Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

"Oh ho, you couldn't resist the urge to do it already? Transferring other people's money to your own bank card and then deleting the transfer records?" The little white cat wagged its fluffy tail, perched on her shoulder, and peered in, sneering, "Heh heh, my host specifically instructed me to collect evidence. Just wait, you're all going to be finished soon!"

Yang Xixi was completely unaware that a round little kitten was staring at her.

She first secretly transferred 20,000 yuan to her bank card, and then, seeing the nearly 400,000 yuan balance, she couldn't resist the temptation.

Once you start, you'll start again, and you'll become bolder and bolder. Soon, Yang Xixi transferred 150,000 yuan to her bank card, deleted the transfer record, and then took a picture of Fang Wenche slightly drunk and lost in thought. She adjusted the colors, added a melancholy caption, and posted it on her WeChat Moments and in groups to continue playing the victim for him, encouraging her die-hard fans to think of ways to help their idol raise enough money for breach of contract.

"Waaaaah, I feel so sorry for my brother!"

"Brother, don't drown your sorrows in alcohol. You'll never be alone with us around!"

"Buzzing group members, our brother really only has us left. He's so pitiful! Let's all try to scrape together some money, even just a thousand or two yuan would be a lifeline to help him escape this misery!"

"I'll risk it all. I'll transfer another 50,000 from the company account. At worst, I'll falsify some accounts!"

"I'll do whatever it takes. I'll cry, make a scene, and even threaten to hang myself. I refuse to believe I can't squeeze money out of my parents!"

"We'd give our lives for our brother, girls, let's go!"

…………

Watching the crowds of fans quickly fill up with shouts of support for their idol, Yang Xixi grinned from ear to ear. Holding an expensive glass of wine, she leaned against him and whispered, "You've raised so much money in just a few hours, we can afford to enjoy this. Let's not go back to the company tonight, I know a super awesome hotel that will make you feel amazing!"

Under the combined influence of fame, fortune, desire, and alcohol, a slightly tipsy Fang Wenche waved his hand and said boldly, "Let's go to a hotel! Damn it, I'll soon have enough money to terminate the contract, and none of those bastards will be able to ride roughshod over me anymore! Let's go, let's have some fun!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Coping Strategies

"Go ahead and act all you want."

The little white cat, its face drooping and puffed up with anger, deftly manipulated the phone with its fluffy little paws, forwarding all the information it had obtained to its host, and sneered, "What goes around comes around. You'll be crying sooner or later!"

It was late at night, and most of the city was already asleep;

In some places, lights are on, hardworking employees are still working overtime, security guards on night shifts are watching TV, nightclubs are blasting loud music and people are having fun, and people who haven't slept in niche hotels are still working hard...

It was an ordinary day, passing quickly as the moon rose in the east and set in the west. As the eastern sky began to lighten, the lights were already on in the old, dilapidated tenement building.

Grandma got up early, washed up, and neatly combed her sparse, gray hair. Then she took six incense sticks, lit them, and placed them in front of the two memorial tablets on the table. She murmured, "Old man, daughter, don't worry. Anjing and Anning have both grown up. They're well-behaved, sensible, and beautiful. Their hard times are finally over. They've met a kind person who's willing to help them. I hope their future will be smoother."

You don't need to bless us. We suffered so much in life, and now that we're gone, let us rest in peace. As long as the departed ones know we're doing well, that's enough. Everyone has their own destiny; there's no need to worry or fret so much.

Li Jiangchen said a lot yesterday. I'm an old woman in my seventies, but I still have a pretty good eye for people. He's a reliable person.

So, I have to live well and wait for peace and tranquility to help their mother get justice!

I must watch Zhang Bingshun, who abandoned his wife and children, get his just desserts!

I signed the contract today, and I'm going to live near that studio with the two kids. We can't cause any trouble for the place they rented for us, and I won't be taking your memorial tablets with me.

When I have time, I'll come and burn incense for you and say a few words of prayer. Don't worry about us; there are many good days ahead..."

After the old lady finished her rambling, she started packing. There wasn't much she could take with her; she had to carefully store away the other old items to prevent them from gathering dust. By 8:30 a.m., when Jiang Chen arrived with the paper contract, the three of them had already finished packing.

They didn't have much to begin with. Besides a few clothes, the grandmother's biggest possessions were various papers and receipts she prepared for filing lawsuits.

The two sisters, Anjing and Anning, brought their personal belongings and also carried their old electronic keyboard with them.