Chapter 76: The Tables Turn—You Call This Luck?

It was precisely for this reason that many people overlooked the fact that Bai Ling was actually the songwriter and composer of this piece. But not everyone was so careless. There were always some who would pay attention to such details. And when they brought this up in the comment section, the situation started to become rather delicate.

“So after all this arguing, Bai Ling is the actual lyricist and composer?”
“Hahaha, this is hilarious.”
“The way these fan circles operate is really something—the way they get slapped in the face is even more amusing.”
“Watch out, folks, Bai Ling’s fans are already on the way!”
“Even Leng Shao doesn’t have any issues with Bai Ling. He even took the initiative to ask her for a song. What, have you all forgotten as soon as the show aired?”
“Leng Shao has openly praised Bai Ling for her musical talent. So why are these fans making such a fuss?”
“Did Bai Ling really write both the lyrics and music? That’s incredible.”
“If I remember correctly, Bai Ling didn’t go to college, right? How did she manage to do this?”
“She really didn’t go to college, but anyone who has been to university knows—some people are truly talented, others just coast along.”
“This must be Bai Ling’s own work. Honestly, I admire her.”
“I suddenly feel like I’m the real illiterate here. Maybe my time at university was wasted.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, really.”
“Surely no one still thinks Bai Ling is working from a script, right?”
“This is an official collaboration—would they really let you play with a script?”
“I don’t know if variety shows use scripts, but I’m certain this isn’t one.”
“This song being requisitioned by the authorities wouldn’t be too much of a stretch—how could it be scripted?”

Earlier tonight, Bai Ling’s reputation had been fairly average, dragged down by Wen Yan and Ou Qianqin to a relatively mediocre level. But to her surprise, after lingering a while longer on social media, she found her public image flipping dramatically. She herself found it almost unbelievable.

“Leng Shao, oh Leng Shao, I don’t know why you suddenly released this song, but it seems I owe you a favor.”
“I’ll treat you to a meal next time.”

Bai Ling made a mental note. When she checked her account again, she saw that her previously stagnant follower count was now slowly rising. The increase was slow, most likely because Leng Shao’s recent post hadn’t yet begun to trend. Perhaps by morning, there would be a bigger surge. So Bai Ling didn’t rush to share the good news with Sister Ge, and after a bit of quiet browsing, she washed up and went to bed.

Meanwhile, as she was getting her beauty sleep, Wen Yan and Ou Qianqin were already celebrating with champagne.

“Congratulations, Wen Yan.”
“The leadership has given the word—the script is yours.”
“I told you, this script was meant for you. Bai Ling couldn’t take it away.”

At that moment, Wen Yan put on a gentle, delicate demeanor. Turning to Ou Qianqin, she said, “Thank you, Sister Ou. I honestly thought I couldn’t compete with Bai Ling, but your connections have truly amazed me.”
“Here’s to you!”

In truth, Wen Yan didn’t care much about getting the script. As long as the good things didn’t end up in Bai Ling’s hands, she was happy. Every time she thought of what happened on the variety show that day, she couldn’t help but want to ignite her own inner universe and change everything.

Why should all the good things go to Bai Ling? It wasn’t fair! She, too, was a rising star, yet people refused to treat her fairly. Was it right?

But at least she had won the script, and Bai Ling’s reputation had taken a hit. Now labeled as someone who was “overhyped,” much of Bai Ling’s previous efforts had gone to waste, and her path ahead didn’t look all that smooth. As for Wen Yan, the “victim,” she now finally had some breathing room—she couldn’t be happier.

As they clinked glasses, Ou Qianqin’s expression turned a little odd. She thought to herself, this seemingly gentle and fragile girl before her was truly frightening. Was winning the script really Ou Qianqin’s doing? Wasn’t it all thanks to Miss Wen’s own capabilities? Even now, she could act as if none of it was related to her, and the performance was so convincing. Dealing with someone like this was enough to give anyone the chills. Fortunately, Ou Qianqin was on Wen Yan’s side.

But in truth, Ou Qianqin had misunderstood Wen Yan. From Wen Yan’s perspective, she was unaware of her own true background. It was complicated, with many tangled relationships—grievances and entanglements from the previous generation. But on the surface, for Wen Yan’s generation, it was simple: even though her wealthy father hadn’t officially recognized her, he had always quietly supported her from behind the scenes, continually offering help and smoothing her path.

So, while everyone knew Wen Yan had someone backing her, only Wen Yan herself believed she had achieved everything through her own hard work and genuine talent. This small discrepancy in knowledge still existed, leading Ou Qianqin to see Wen Yan as deeply scheming and incredibly formidable.

Yet, just as the two were celebrating, Ou Qianqin received a phone call. During the call, her expression shifted constantly. After hanging up, she immediately searched for Bai Ling’s account and started scrolling. What she saw nearly made her faint.

Wen Yan was astonished and went over to ask, “Sister Ou, what’s wrong?” Then, she saw Bai Ling’s follower count on Ou Qianqin’s phone.

“Seven million?”
“How can that be?”
“How did it rise so quickly?”
“This… this is impossible.”

The show “Come Spend New Year’s at My Home” had a huge impact. If Bai Ling had performed brilliantly on the show and there had been no controversies or public backlash, such a surge in followers would be understandable. But there had already been negative comments and rumors about Bai Ling online, which should have made it harder for her to advance. So why was this happening?

Wen Yan was baffled. Ou Qianqin, exasperated, explained, “Remember when Leng Yan invited Bai Ling to co-write a song?”
“Well, just now, the song was released—and it went viral.”
“Now, Bai Ling is popular again.”

Ou Qianqin could not have predicted that in just a few days, the two of them would have finished the song—and that it would explode in popularity. Although Bai Ling didn’t sing it herself, she wrote both the lyrics and music. So was this surge in followers unreasonable? This was an officially commissioned piece. Such an increase was more than justified.

Yet Wen Yan only felt stifled and frustrated.

“Why is she always so lucky?”

She refused to accept it. Beside her, Ou Qianqin rolled her eyes.

Oh dear, you still think this is just luck?

Fine, if you say it’s luck, then so be it.