Chapter Sixty: My Sister Quits

Su Wan’ning rested her chin in her hand, idly tapping her cheek with a finger as she spoke with indifference, “What about the other three’s live streams?”

At this, Vincent’s interest was piqued. His eyes lit up and he shared excitedly, “Only Shan Shan Yin managed to sell a bit more, but her total sales reached just twenty thousand—barely a fifth of yours…”

This outcome was entirely within Su Wan’ning’s expectations. She waved her hand impatiently, “I’m asking about their prices.”

Vincent grew even more animated. “They’re all doing what you did, waging price wars and driving the cost way down. That Xin Yu even set hers a little lower than yours. The directors said on camera they didn’t care how low the price went—now they must be regretting it terribly. Su Wan’ning, you really know how to handle things!”

A faint smile appeared on Su Wan’ning’s lips, dimpling her left cheek with a delicate dimple. She smiled with the confidence of spring, “Then just go buy from their streams. I can’t let my fans miss out, after all. With fruit this high in quality and so cheap, where else could my tea shop possibly find such goods?”

“But won’t that just boost their sales?” Vincent frowned tightly.

Su Wan’ning, ever unconcerned, replied, “Don’t be like that. We’re the ones getting the advantage here. Even without you, their stock would sell eventually. Oh, and don’t forget to buy plenty of kiwano for me; I’m planning to develop a new kiwano fruit tea…”

In only two days, Su Wan’ning completed the week’s sales target set by the directors.

Elsewhere, in his office, Qin Jingchen sat by the computer, waiting for Su Wan’ning’s live stream, his expression dark as midnight. His assistant cowered beside him, clutching the laptop.

On the screen, the girl smiled radiantly, “Ready? Next link is going up—this is the last batch of fruit for today.”

After a three-second countdown, the purchase link popped up. Qin Jingchen and his assistant clicked swiftly, but all that greeted them were the words: Sold Out.

“Notify IT—switch the whole company to the fastest internet!” Qin Jingchen snapped, shutting the laptop.

His assistant murmured weakly, “This is already the fastest…”

To focus on the sales task, the directors hadn’t arranged many other activities for the guests. Two days later was the grand opening of Su Wan’ning’s tea shop.

Thanks to Su Wan’ning, the shop “Frequent Encounters” had been well-promoted before its opening. On the day itself, a long line snaked in front of the downtown flagship store.

Su Wan’ning had invested heavily in a prime location. Though the shop wasn’t very large, its publicity was effective, and the unique décor attracted many passersby. Inside, a large screen played videos of Su Wan’ning preparing fruit tea on the show. Nearby, a poster—personally designed by her—featured the shop’s signature fruit tea in bold colors.

A one-liter transparent plastic jug, packed with vibrant, fresh fruit, ice, and tea—just looking at it on a day like this was enough to stir anyone’s appetite.

Next to the poster, a cute chibi illustration of Su Wan’ning appeared, flanked by a boy and a girl, creating an endearing scene. The poster’s eye-catching slogan read: “Fruit from Yunshui Village—Taste the Flavor of Stardom.”

The slogan was down-to-earth, yet it struck straight to the heart.

On opening day, the first thousand customers to buy the signature fruit tea received a special keychain featuring the two children.

Thanks to the fanbase built over the years, the shop’s sales broke records on its very first day.

In the director’s office, Wang Zan and Chen Rui wore grim expressions.

“Fruit from Yunshui Village? She bought up all the fruit from the village herself!” Wang Zan glared at the flood of promotional posts for the tea shop on his phone, grinding his teeth.

Chen Rui fanned the flames, “No wonder her sales were so high—it’s all kept in the family. And she deliberately slashed the price! Director, she’s playing us for fools!”

Wang Zan shot to his feet. “Shut down her live stream!”

With that, he stormed out in anger. Meanwhile, completely unaware, Su Wan’ning’s stream was abruptly terminated.

She argued with the cameraman, “What’s the meaning of this? I hadn’t finished speaking, and you just cut the broadcast. Aren’t you going to give the audience an explanation? Can’t you show some responsibility?”

The cameraman’s reply was cold, “Director’s orders.”

“Director? Then have him come speak to me!” Su Wan’ning frowned deeply.

“I’ll speak to you,” came a voice—Wang Zan appeared in the doorway.

Su Wan’ning crossed her arms. “What’s the meaning of this? According to our contract, you can’t just arbitrarily shut down my live stream.”

“The contract?” Wang Zan sneered. “The contract also states that guests can’t use any means not approved by the directors to profit from the show’s publicity. What about your tea shop, then?”

Su Wan’ning had anticipated such a confrontation and was ready. She raised an eyebrow, perfectly composed. “So what? You assigned a two hundred thousand sales target for the streams. Without me, do you think the other three would have finished so soon?”

Wang Zan snorted, “True, without you, I wouldn’t have cleared out all the stock and still ended up with no profit!”

“So you want to settle accounts with me now? Fine, let’s be clear: I sold fruit on my stream, and you had Xin Yu copy me and sell Yunshui Village fruit too, right?”

“I—” Wang Zan was left speechless.

Su Wan’ning grew angrier as she spoke. “And when sales were low, you worried about the orchard losing money, so you forced us guests to sell for you, calling it a two hundred thousand sales target. Was that really for the show’s sake, or your own pocket? Don’t you know the answer?”

With that, she ended the conversation, rising from her seat. “Since that’s how it is, I’m quitting the show.”

Wang Zan’s face changed instantly, and even Chen Rui, who was eavesdropping by the door, was startled.

Su Wan’ning’s stream had been abruptly cut, and fans were already flooding the production team’s official account with complaints. If she walked out now, the situation would be impossible to contain.

Chen Rui hurried in, handing his phone to Wang Zan.

“Quitting midway means you have to pay a penalty!” Wang Zan threatened.

Su Wan’ning continued packing her things without pause. “Fine. Do you really think I can’t afford it? But don’t say I didn’t warn you—without me, your show wouldn’t have half the buzz it does now.”

She stopped for a moment and added, “When I’m gone, just don’t start crying.”

Right now, Wang Zan actually wanted to cry.

The comments under their official account multiplied, a torrent of abuse targeting the production team. Even Su Wan’ning’s account was now under attack from haters.

Yet Su Wan’ning appeared entirely unfazed. It was only now that Wang Zan realized—she had thrived precisely amid controversy and adversity.