Chapter 127: A Slow-Burning Celestial Beauty?

Lin Fan had originally planned to find a performing arts teacher at the Magic City Drama Academy to give Zhang Yichen one-on-one training.

Firstly, this would save Zhang Yichen the trouble of traveling back and forth between Hangzhou and Magic City, thus saving time.

Secondly, Zhang Yichen’s professional skills were far stronger than those of Miao Tiantian and Qiao Xinxin. Hiring a more specialized instructor would help her improve much faster.

According to the contract Lin Fan signed with Superstar Media, after three months of training, they would shoot a television drama as a trial.

The script was still being written, and since all three women had some foundation, once the script passed review, filming would begin immediately.

However, Zhang Yichen expressed that she didn’t want any special treatment, fearing the other two might hold grudges against her.

That evening, Lin Fan successfully added Lin Mu on WeChat.

But after sending a greeting, it took half an hour for Lin Mu to reply.

“Sorry, I was binge-watching dramas just now, didn’t see your message.”

“You must be President Lin Fan, right? Aunt Li Li told me about your situation. If you really want to sign me, then show me your sincerity…”

Seeing the message, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

That was too direct—immediately demanding proof of sincerity. Was she expecting a gift?

But Li Li had warned him before—because Lin Mu was known as the Little Fairy, she had a proud and aloof personality, and ordinary methods wouldn’t win her favor.

“No wonder she’s called a fairy; her words are dripping with icy coolness, just like Su Juanmo. Well then, I’ll show my sincerity by sending a gift in her livestream…”

With that thought, Lin Fan opened the Doujin app and saw Lin Mu was live.

Lin Mu only streamed on weekends, no longer than two hours each session, mostly singing and chatting—quite simple content.

Compared to being an actress, she seemed more like a singer. According to Li Li, Lin Mu felt being a singer was easier and offered a better chance at fame.

As an actress, if you filmed several projects without rising to fame, you’d just blend into the crowd.

Now with the rise of singing competitions, she signed with Galaxy Entertainment because they were about to cooperate with Magic City TV to launch a singer talent show.

The moment Lin Fan entered Lin Mu’s livestream, he was stunned by the room’s popularity.

Nearly fifty thousand active viewers online!

And her follower count was only about two million.

On Doujin, there were countless streamers with over two million followers, but usually, their active viewers hovered around ten thousand.

Lin Mu’s livestream audience reaching over fifty thousand was comparable to streamers with five million followers.

On platforms like Douyu and Huya, her numbers would rival top-tier streamers.

Moreover, Lin Mu wasn’t wearing any makeup—completely natural, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing her in person, Lin Fan realized Li Li’s words weren’t exaggerated.

Especially those large, expressive eyes that seemed to speak silently—a thousand-year gaze, blending innocence with a hint of allure, framed by strong, spirited brows. Her face, though youthful and pure, could transform with makeup to reveal various styles.

Truly a face that could topple cities.

No wonder within ten minutes of going live, her room would have over a thousand VIPs.

Such popularity could rival the top thirty streamers on Doujin with tens of millions of followers.

At this moment, Lin Mu was singing an old classic, but the chat was filled with praise—calling her beautiful, her voice heavenly.

Only a few asked when she planned to start acting, but Lin Mu answered vaguely.

Only Lin Fan knew that filming required investment.

The entertainment investment environment had changed.

After the economic downturn, the coal tycoons and real estate companies that once heavily invested in film and TV had diminished. Now, internet companies dominated investments.

But most internet-backed productions were uneven in quality.

Lin Mu, being cautious, didn’t want to star in random projects that might not gain traction or boost her fame.

She preferred waiting for major investments or signing with an internet company.

Yet signing with an internet company would restrict her development.

So she remained watchful.

Suddenly, a dazzling full-screen effect appeared in the chat.

“Master Ming arrives riding the Unicorn Spirit Beast in Mu Mu’s livestream!”

Immediately, the chat went wild.

“Dear beloved: Wow, Master Ming is here again. Looks like he’s really into Mu Mu!”

“Vice Leader of the Ma Clan Army: Joking aside, this is Master Ming, who’s been chasing Mu Mu for a long time. He’s already spent over twenty million in gifts.”

“Lost Youth: Master Ming has been pursuing her for so long—when will Mu Mu agree?”

Lin Fan glanced at the gift leaderboard and saw Master Ming’s gifts were indeed the highest, nearly twenty-four million. No wonder he could enter riding the Unicorn Spirit Beast.

On Doujin, mounts were similar to those on other platforms.

Only after gifting over ten million could one unlock the Unicorn Spirit Beast.

There was an even higher tier, the Fire Dragon, which required over thirty million to unlock—a rare honor held by only a few.

Most who reached that threshold were guild operators or MCN companies, sending gifts to boost streamers.

Only very few wealthy individuals gifted over ten million on their own.

Master Ming was purely showing off his wealth.

After watching the chat for a while and learning from other viewers, Lin Fan discovered Master Ming’s identity.

He was Wang Minglou, son of the chairman of Bright Media, the third-largest media company in the entertainment industry. His nickname was Master Ming.

He’d had his eye on Lin Mu for a long time. On her college graduation day, he even invited her to dinner at the Magic City Drama Academy but was coldly rejected.

Since then, Wang Minglou had camped in Lin Mu’s livestream every day, showering her with gifts to show his affection.

But Lin Mu often told him not to send gifts anymore, returning whatever he gave.

Wang Minglou occasionally livestreamed himself, and during those times, Lin Mu would reciprocate with gifts.

Lin Fan also learned from the audience that Wang Minglou was older than Lin Mu—27 years old—with a colorful romantic history. He exploited his father’s position as chairman to manipulate young actresses and had been caught frequenting upscale clubs with various female internet celebrities and minor stars, with videos and news circulating online.

Clearly, Lin Mu disliked this playboy.

“Good grief, more persistent than me! He’s given over twenty million but still can’t get over her? Purely wasting effort—it’s laughable…”

Seeing Wang Minglou send ten rockets and Lin Mu not even mentioning him, Lin Fan couldn’t help but scoff.

“It’s time for me, the King of Devotion, to make my move! Today, I’ll show you what it means to be outrageously generous!”