Liu 13 said inexplicably, “Are you illiterate? Even moving houses for me is a joyful occasion.”
Lan He sighed, clearly unimpressed by his logic.
Old Bai chuckled, “Yes, yes, a joyful occasion.”
Liu 13, unfamiliar with the nuances of modern humor, likely didn’t realize he had just been teased. His reaction was delayed, leaving him oblivious to the slight insult.
However, despite his lack of wit, Liu 13 possessed a family spirit’s intuition. Noticing Old Bai’s sly smile, he squinted and asked, “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Old Bai feigned ignorance, “What? Isn’t it just a joyful occasion? I misspoke earlier.”
Liu 13 hissed, “Hiss… Really?”
Lan He, observing Liu 13 in human form, saw him flick his long snake tongue out and felt uncomfortable. He quickly averted his eyes, only to see Old Bai mimicking him, letting his tongue hang out over his chest, as if to say, “Do you think you’re the only one who can stick out their tongue?”
Liu 13 was furious. Outrageous! Did this mean a ghost’s tongue could outmatch a snake’s? He left his tongue out in defiance.
“???” Lan He said incredulously, “Can both of you just put your tongues away?”
It was disgusting and childish.
Old Bai rolled his eyes and retracted his tongue.
Song Futan, guessing Old Bai’s thoughts, said leisurely, “It’s not about bearing a son, and it doesn’t count as a joyful occasion either. The current decision is for Liu 13 to guard the Central Town Bridge to prevent lunatics from targeting the stabilizing artifact. But since the bridge isn’t fully constructed, he thought he’d drop by for a meal and a show. He wasn’t even officially invited.”
Old Bai finally understood and became less sarcastic.
He whispered to Lan He, “Why didn’t you say earlier? I thought he was here to divide the inheritance, but he’s just freeloading.”
Lan He: “……..”
He didn’t want to look at Old Bai anymore.
It was just… too… too disrespectful…
Knowing Liu 13 was merely a symbolic family member—though not officially inducted but close enough to freeload—Old Bai relaxed significantly, feeling less threatened.
“Alright, let me see you out.” Old Bai extended a hand in a guiding gesture. “This way, please.”
Lan He and Song Futan walked ahead. When Liu 13 passed, Old Bai’s deathly pale face showed a sincere smile again. “You too, Fourth Brother.”
Liu 13: “Are you crazy? I’m ranked Thirteenth, not Fourth!”
He stormed off, sleeves flaring.
Hu 79, watching the commotion, laughed gleefully. She always said the Liu family wasn’t the brightest.
Lan He couldn’t hold back and asked her, “What are you so happy about? Do you think Old Bai ranks you first?”
Hu 79: “……..!!”
After Liu 13 formally visited Lan He’s home, Old Bai didn’t bother him anymore, likely too busy fending off Hu 79, who kept provoking him.
“This dragon will rest on that tree outside. Tomorrow, the incense and that… mobile phone you promised me must be ready,” Liu 13 declared.
“I’ll buy it from the store tomorrow,” Lan He replied. “But here’s the thing: I can only get one phone. Besides you, Hu 79 also wants to play games. So, like the incense, you’ll have to share. I hope neither of you becomes overly obsessed with entertainment.”
Lan He didn’t need to ask Hu 79. He knew if he only bought a phone for Liu 13, she’d throw a fit. But he didn’t want her getting addicted to the internet either; she was already full of quirky online phrases and often lost bets.
Liu 13 scoffed, “Would this dragon ever? Back in the palace days, I only watched half an opera.”
“Good.” Lan He planned to return to his group the next evening, but it was late now. “Sleep. Just be careful not to be seen by residents, or someone will come after you again.”
He ignored Old Bai and Hu 79 and watched Liu 13 climb the tree outside. Bai Wu returned to the Fortune Tower Building. He then glanced at Song Futan. After tonight’s exciting fight, there was still a lingering thrill, making him feel energized.
Song Futan looked at Lan He too, seemingly sharing the sentiment. “…Should I stay over tonight?”
Lan He: “…”
Song Futan, recalling Lan He in his cinnabar-colored judge’s robes, couldn’t resist kissing the corner of his lips. “Is that okay?”
Lan He coughed lightly. “I-I guess. Just turn off the lights, then.”
Song Futan casually turned off the living room lights.
Hu 79 and Old Bai, still bickering in the entryway, were suddenly enveloped in darkness. It didn’t stop them; one kept nitpicking while the other, utterly confused, refused to back down.
Accompanied by the background noise of bickering, Lan He and Song Futan, used to it, acted as if they didn’t hear anything and went into the master bedroom, closing the door behind them.
…
“Huff… Huff…”
Even in his dreams, Lan He felt as if he were washing his hands. The cold water ran over his right hand, chilling it to the bone. It felt like the cold seeped into his very bones. Half-asleep, he instinctively pulled his hand back and tucked it into Song Futan’s embrace.
Song Futan, also half-asleep, clasped Lan He’s icy hand and pulled it closer. “Why is it so cold?”
Lan He mumbled, “I don’t know…”
“Huff… Huff…”
A chill hit the back of Lan He’s neck, jolting him fully awake. He opened his eyes and turned his head, only to see Bai Wu crouched beside the bed, blowing air on him. His heart skipped a beat, and he almost fainted.
Lan He shot up. “I knew it felt cold! What are you doing? How long have you been at it?”
Bai Wu adjusted his glasses, swaying slightly. “I felt uneasy this morning, so I came to blow some wealth energy your way.”
“Stop talking nonsense. You’re about to keel over. Were you crouching here all night?” Lan He said, exasperated. “Get out, get out.”
Bai Wu said pitifully, “Do you think I didn’t want to blow on Xiao Song too? But he’s on the inside and holding you the whole time. I couldn’t get to him…”
Lan He: “…………”
His face turned red. “Enough! Get out!”
Reluctantly, Bai Wu left, turning back with every step.
Lan He collapsed back into bed, his frustration mounting. Song Qiyun doubted their relationship? Did he even realize what kind of housemates they had? Even if Lan He wanted to get closer to Song Futan, was there ever a chance with all this chaos?
Song Futan pulled him closer. “Sleep a little longer.”
“I can’t.” Lan He sighed and picked up his phone to reply to messages. After winning an award last night, many friends and family had sent congratulations, including Teacher Long, but Lan He hadn’t had the chance to respond.
After replying to everyone, Lan He was fully awake. “You should get up too. Don’t let Hu 79 catch you sleeping anywhere but the bay window. She’ll throw a fit.”
Song Futan: “…”
When Lan He left the master bedroom and stepped into the living room, he saw Old Bai and Hu 79 sitting on the floor by the entrance. Old Bai’s expression was one of utter despair.
Lan He: “…………”
Lan He: “Why are you still here???”
Weakly, Old Bai gestured at Hu 79’s claws clutching his shirt. “She won’t let me leave.”
Hu 79 stiffened her neck. “I won’t.”
Not unless Old Bai admitted she was the boss.
The two resumed their argument, but their pace had slowed considerably, with intermittent exchanges.
“Your company is going under…”
“Like Miaogan Mountain has flourishing incense?”
“That’s not the point. I’m older than you.”
“Pick a fight with First Miss Hu if you’ve got guts!”
Lan He turned expressionlessly, grabbed a stick of incense, and clanged down the food bowls for Hu 79, Bai Wu, and Old Bai.
Hu 79’s ears twitched, and she let go of Old Bai. “Time to eat.”
Lan He called Liu 13 inside and gave him a stainless steel food bowl as well. Liu 13 had no complaints; in fact, he felt it was quite exquisite. Despite its simplicity, the materials and craftsmanship were refined enough to suit his status.
Since the chaos was giving Lan He a headache, he handed out only one incense stick each. “Eat. I’m going out to buy Liu 13 a phone.”
Song Futan drove Lan He to a nearby mall, then headed to the auction house, which wasn’t too far away. They were still within range of their tether, so Song Futan planned to see if he could find a Zhong Kui painting for Dou Chunting. He returned home at noon.
As soon as he entered, Song Futan saw Liu 13 sitting grandly on the sofa, holding a massive old-fashioned phone. The phone was playing *Dream Geometry* on speaker at a volume perfectly matched to its oversized design. The large speaker and giant buttons were impossible to ignore.
Song Futan looked at Lan He with concern. “You didn’t have to save money like this. You don’t need to pay for Dou Chunting’s painting.”
Not to mention that Daoist Jiang He and the others had promised to reimburse them. Either way, Song Futan would take responsibility. Seeing Lan He scrimp on a phone pained him and made him regret not accompanying him to the mall.
Lan He, looking dazed, said, “It’s not that… This is the phone they insisted on. I asked for their requirements: big buttons, loud volume, and long battery life. So, I could only get an old-fashioned phone.”
Song Futan finally felt relieved, “I see.”
That was understandable.
Lan He: “It’s just…”
He glanced at Bai Wu, who stood straight and proud.
Song Futan: “What’s wrong?”
Lan He showed his phone to Song Futan.
…Here’s what happened.
Lan He went to a mall wearing a mask to buy a phone. After the purchase, the salesperson mentioned that it was the mall’s anniversary celebration, and any purchase exceeding a certain amount qualified for a raffle. While paying at the counter, Lan He casually drew a ticket.
He had completely forgotten that Bai Wu had “blessed” him with luck the previous night. When Lan He looked at the ticket, he realized he had won the grand prize.
The sales clerk was dumbfounded. It was still early morning, meaning the raffle tickets had only been placed recently, and the event had just started a few hours ago. Yet Lan He had already drawn the grand prize.
The grand prize was a car worth over 200,000 yuan—a newly released family model from an automobile company.
Lan He was stunned. Although he had a driver’s license, he had recently only just qualified for the license plate lottery, so he hadn’t bought a car yet. He’d been spending most of his time on set and could ride in Song Futan’s car, so he hadn’t thought about it in a while.
Who would have guessed he’d suddenly win a car?
Soon, the mall staff wanted to take a photo with Lan He. While he hesitated, a fan recognized him, making it impossible to stay anonymous. He had no choice but to take off his mask.
The mall’s general manager was initially puzzled, wondering how the grand prize had been drawn so early. If they’d known, they might have delayed placing the winning tickets. The mall was a large, reputable chain, so they didn’t rig raffles, but they had to consider event impact.
Then, upon learning that the winner was Lan He—the same person who’d won an award the previous night—the general manager’s confusion turned into joy. This was free publicity and a boost for business; it was worth it!
The entire mall was in an uproar, and people gathered to see Lan He, taking photos and videos. Employees and customers alike were amazed.
Lan He completed the registration process amid the commotion, arranging to return later with his documents to collect the car. Someone asked if he could drive, to which Lan He hesitantly replied that he could, and he should be able to get a license plate soon. A thought flashed through his mind: with his current luck, he might win the license plate lottery with ease.
In short, Lan He was showing Song Futan the news about his raffle win.
With today’s internet speed, the news of Lan He’s win had already gone viral, and the public even knew he had bought a senior-friendly phone to qualify for the raffle.
Netizens were stunned, exclaiming in disbelief and hailing him as the “Luck King.”
Not only was he the “Luck King,” but he was also incredibly down-to-earth. Winning an award one day, then shopping for a family member the next and winning a car—fortune upon fortune.
Some crew members from his past productions chimed in, enviously recalling how Lan He was known for his exceptional luck on set. He never lost at cards and always grabbed the biggest red envelopes.
Brands joined in the fun too, jokingly asking car and phone companies to quickly pay their advertising fees.
The phone brand’s response was slow; their senior-focused products weren’t their mainstay, and their social media team wasn’t particularly proactive.
The car company’s response, however, was swift. This was their newly launched model, and the buzz was a windfall. They seized the opportunity, posting a promotional image of the new car: “[Shy emoji] Congratulations to Golden Lily Award winner @LanHe for winning a new car! Such a perfect match! Don’t worry, we’re already contacting his team to discuss collaboration!”
[Hahaha, this is ready-made ad material. He won it while buying a phone for his family—it’s a perfect fit for a family car!]
[Wait, who picked who? Did Lan He win the car, or did the car pick its spokesperson?]
[Did my brother just land a new endorsement? Truly a combination of talent and luck!]
[So, what about the senior-friendly phone? Can we look forward to seeing Lan He endorse it someday?]
[Haha, endorsing a senior phone sounds wild, but they do have other models. Is there a chance?]
[Wait, is this really not part of your marketing strategy? Wasn’t this pre-arranged?]
Even though mall staff and car brand representatives clarified it was pure coincidence, some people speculated it might have been a cleverly orchestrated campaign. However, everyone was enjoying the fun, so the truth didn’t matter much.
Song Futan chuckled as he read the news. “Shall I go with you to pick up the car?”
In a single day, Lan He had won both a new award and a new car, and he might even get endorsement fees. Lan He rubbed his nose. “Okay…”
Bai Wu silently vowed, “I must keep trying my best!”
That afternoon, Song Futan accompanied Lan He to pick up the car. The car brand’s representatives were already waiting; they’d worked quickly, contacting Lan He’s company to propose him as the spokesperson for their new model, with plans to tailor an ad for him.
As for the phone company, they finally reacted, reaching out to Lan He’s team. However, his company had a clear vision for his image, declining the offer to endorse senior phones outright. Instead, they agreed to a joint promotion on social media to capitalize on the buzz, leaving the possibility of future endorsements for other phone models open.
Meanwhile, the mall experienced such a surge in visitors that the local manager received praise from the head office. They even hung a banner congratulating Lan He on his new car.
Lan He, both amused and exasperated, completed the formalities while being surrounded by onlookers. He even delivered a speech about his win, which was recorded and spliced with footage from his award ceremony the previous night.
As for netizens discovering that Song Futan accompanied Lan He to pick up the car, the “Fulan Couple” fandom wasn’t surprised at all. [Of course, this is a family car! Perfect match!]
…
The day turned out to be incredibly lively.
When Lan He and Song Futan returned to the set that evening, the entire crew, as if rehearsed, paused their work, broke into applause, and collectively shouted, “Congratulations, Boss Lan, on winning the grand prize!”
Lan He: “………………”
Everyone burst out laughing before finally adding, “Congratulations on winning the Golden Lily too!”
“Best Supporting Actor, woohoo!”
“How do we put this? The Golden Lily pales in comparison to your mall grand prize!”
“I’m so envious. The best thing I’ve ever won in my life was 300 yuan, and you pulled a car! Honestly, I thought raffles like that were all marketing gimmicks.”
“Thank you, everyone.” Lan He clasped his hands together and said, “This is unbelievable—it scared me to death.”
This scene was actually proposed by Xiao Yuxian, who laughed heartily. “We just wanted to bask in your luck a bit.”
Insiders in the industry knew this was purely coincidental, unlike some online speculation about it being a pre-planned campaign. Knowing this only made them marvel more at Lan He’s extraordinary luck.
Lan He shook his slightly sore hands. “Sure, bask away. I’ll spread the good fortune to everyone.”
Then he returned to work, resuming his intense schedule of day and night filming. However, the old phone he got as a bonus still had some follow-up consequences.
By the third day, Liu 13 came to visit Lan He on set.
When Lan He entered his room, he saw Liu 13 sitting in a chair by the bed, holding the senior-friendly phone with its volume turned way up. Dark circles under his eyes stood out starkly on his pale face, making him look even more grim.
Lan He: “…What are you doing?”
Liu 13: “I finished watching *Dream Geometry*. Why did your character die?!”
Lan He: “That was the screenwriter’s decision. I couldn’t do anything about it. Wait, how did you finish it already? Did you stay up all night? Weren’t you supposed to limit your phone use?”
Liu 13 insisted, “This dragon just skimmed through it—Does it have a sequel? Can your character come back to life?”
“No, and no. You didn’t do anything to Hu 79, did you?” Lan He wasn’t too worried about other matters, but he wanted to make sure Liu 13 had kept his promise not to harm Hu 79.
Liu 13: “No, she lost all her game tokens yesterday and complained the phone doesn’t support payments or something.”
Lan He: “…” Right, this phone doesn’t have payment apps.
Lan He adjusted some settings and found another romantic drama on the phone for Liu 13. He also checked the battery life, which was unsurprisingly still strong. “Here, watch something else. And lower the volume. I’m going to eat.”
“Oh.” Because Lan He was still alive in real life, Liu 13, though slightly regretful, didn’t demand a sequel. He obediently picked up the phone and resumed watching.
…
It was around this time that Dou Chunting, who had been pestered by Liu 13 a few days earlier, followed Song Futan to Lan He’s room. Still feeling shaken, he froze in the doorway when he saw Liu 13.
At the moment, Liu 13 looked even more terrifying than before, evoking in Dou Chunting vivid memories of snakes’ scales and tales of how snakes constrict and devour their prey. His scalp tingled with fear.
He saw Liu 13 sitting there with one leg crossed, holding the phone in one hand and resting his chin on the other. His presence seemed to lower the room’s temperature by several degrees. The word “ominous” didn’t even begin to describe the atmosphere, especially when Liu 13 shot him a cold glance with those inhuman serpent-like pupils.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Liu 13 suddenly slammed the coffee table several times, his lips curling to reveal a hint of sharp fangs. He looked utterly thrilled.
Dou Chunting nearly wet himself on the spot, scrambling to hide behind Song Futan. This “Liu Immortal” always seemed like he was ready to lash out and devour someone alive! No, this was too much; he was about to go berserk!!
But while Song Futan remained unperturbed, Lan He was calmly eating his boxed meal. Dou Chunting was on the verge of a breakdown, trembling as he stammered, “C-cousin, cousin, cousin! Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law—ahhhhh!!!”
Just then, the supposedly murderous-looking Liu 13, who was staring intently at the screen, clenched his fist and squeezed out a comment through gritted teeth: “…So sweet.”
Dou Chunting: “………………?”
What did he just say?
Author’s Note:
Striking the fiercest pose, staying up the latest nights, watching the sweetest dramas.
Liu 13: “I’m ranked thirteenth.”
Others: “Yes, Fourth Master.”
Showcasing his happiness with the most fearsome aura, can’t get happier than that 😂
And ofcourse we love Lan He’s luck XD