Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Chapter 115 Plot Account

At 7:30, the alarm clock rang on time.

Bai Xinran reached out and pressed the button, then sat up in bed.

She rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, washed up, and walked to the door of the master bedroom on the third floor.

She opened the door and came in. The curtains were drawn in the room. Yu Heng was lying on her side on the bed, and Xiao Yu was facing her.

Bai Xinran pursed her lips, already used to this scene. She walked to the wardrobe, opened the bottom drawer, and found underwear and socks neatly folded inside.

She picked out a pair of black boxer briefs, then took a gray sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants from the clothes rack next to her, placed the clothes at the foot of the bed, and went around to Yu Heng's side.

"Get up!" she called out, her voice not loud.

The person on the bed didn't move.

Bai Xinran squatted down by the bed and poked his shoulder with her finger: "It's 7:40."

Yu Heng gave a muffled "hmm," his eyes still closed and his brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, Yu Heng opened his eyes and looked at her. She got up and was about to say something when he suddenly pulled her away with force.

"Ah!" Bai Xinran exclaimed softly, falling into his arms and being embraced by his arms.

She nestled against Yu Heng's chest, her mind reeling. Why was he acting like this all of a sudden today?

"Ugh..." Her face felt a little hot, and she struggled to prop herself up a little.

Yu Heng didn't let go, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

"Tell me," his voice was hoarse from just waking up, "whether I should eat you now?"

Was he kidding me? But Xiao Yu's reaction... seemed like she really wanted it?

She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled as she asked, "Do you have that at home?"

"Which one?" Yu Heng asked.

"TT..." Her voice became even softer.

Yu Heng paused for a moment: "Oh right, I don't think so."

He released her and patted her drum: "Then I'll let you go."

Bai Xinran propped herself up from his embrace, knelt on the edge of the bed, clutching the hem of her hoodie. She glanced at him, then looked away, and whispered, "Takeout... seems like we can order that."

Yu Heng paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Pfft."

"So eager to get started?" Yu Heng sat up and raised an eyebrow at her.

Bai Xinran's ears turned red: "Didn't you want this...?"

"I was just teasing you." He reached out and pinched her cheek, using a bit of force. "You little slut."

"I thought you were serious..." she mumbled, her face pinched by Yu Heng.

"Besides, I don't like that kind of thing." Yu Heng released his grip. "Let's talk about it after you're sure you can acknowledge the master and take the medicine."

Bai Xinran was taken aback; she did know such a thing existed...

Then let's wait a little longer. She felt that she should be able to entrust herself to him with peace of mind soon.

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At 9:30 a.m., Yu Heng pushed open the door of the newly rented villa.

The living room smelled of instant noodles.

Zhou Mengqi was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing only an oversized men's T-shirt, her legs were bare, and her hair was messily tied into a bun.

She heard the door open, looked up and saw Yu Heng, her eyes lighting up.

"Good morning, President." She put down her phone, got up from the sofa, and showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

Yu Heng was inwardly amazed. As expected of a girl who knows arcane magic blades, she's really uninhibited.

Wang Luyu poked her head out from the kitchen: "President, you're here."

Yu Heng changed his shoes and came in, sitting down on the single sofa: "Is this all you two are eating?"

"Isn't this convenient?" Zhou Mengqi leaned closer to Yu Heng. "Has the club president already eaten?"

"Hmm." Yu Heng leaned back, his gaze sweeping over her bare legs. "I have something to discuss with you today."

Wang Luyu brought a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table in front of Yu Heng: "President, have some water."

"What's up, President?" Zhou Mengqi asked.

"You two have been broadcasting on Douyin for a few days now," he began, "How's it going?"

Zhou Mengqi curled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees: "It's alright, a guy gifted me a sports car yesterday."

She spoke with a hint of smugness, glancing at Yu Heng's face to see his reaction.

Wang Luyu sat down on the single sofa next to her: "I feel... the popularity is growing a bit slowly."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of embarrassment.

"That's normal." Yu Heng picked up his water glass and took a sip. "That's how live streaming is. In the early stages, it's all about perseverance. Natural traffic is ultimately limited."

Zhou Mengqi pouted: "Does the club president have any ideas?"

"Yes." Yu Heng put down his cup. "Live streaming alone isn't enough; we also need to make short videos. I'm planning to get the video part working for you guys."

"A video?" Zhou Mengqi's eyes lit up. "What type?"

"Drama-based," Yu Heng said. "I have an idea. The account is called 'Soul Pawnshop.' The premise is that there's a pawnshop where you can pawn anything—lifespan, emotions, memories—in exchange for what you want. Each episode is a story, and you two, one playing the boss and the other the assistant, appear in every episode. Then we can drive traffic to your personal live streaming accounts."

Zhou Mengqi blinked: "It sounds... kind of interesting?"

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes. This was very interesting. "The Soul Pawnshop" was a successful case from his previous life.

The inspiration for this concept came from the TV series "The Pawnshop No. 8". In my previous life, I started this account during my second semester of freshman year. I was amazed by the speed at which it gained followers; one video gained 4 million followers in just one day and one night.

And to be honest, the plot and acting were both awkward; it only won because of its innovation.

These days, it's mostly comedy skits; there are almost no drama-based videos.

Yu Heng took out his phone and swiped the screen a few times: "I've finished writing the script, I'll send it to you in a bit."

Zhou Mengqi leaned forward slightly, her T-shirt collar loosening a bit: "President, you're so fast!"

"Hmm." Yu Heng glanced at it casually, put his phone back in his pocket, and said, "You guys can go over the lines this week and get a feel for it. We'll start filming next weekend."

Wang Luyu asked softly, "What about the clothing? Are there any requirements?"

"Yes." Yu Heng looked at her. "I need a more mature look, modern clothes are fine, like a sundress or a bodycon dress."

Zhou Mengqi became interested upon hearing this: "A bodycon skirt? How short?"

"It's more conservative than the one you sent me yesterday," Yu Heng said. "This is a story-driven account, not a borderline one."

"Okay, I know." Zhou Mengqi pouted. "Then who's going to play the boss?"

"You guys can discuss it yourselves after you've read the script," Yu Heng paused, "Anyway, the amount of dialogue is about the same, and there's not much difference between primary and secondary lines."

"Should we prepare our own clothes?" Wang Luyu asked softly.

"No need," Yu Heng said. "I'll prepare. There's a walk-in closet in this villa, right? I'll buy some clothes and put them there. If the club needs to film anything else in the future, we can come here to get clothes. We can also film indoor scenes here, as long as you're not broadcasting."

"What kind of clothes is the president planning to buy?" Zhou Mengqi asked, swinging her legs slightly.

"We'll buy some one-size-fits-all sizes, depending on the needs of the shoot," Yu Heng said, narrowing his eyes. "Then we'll buy two sets for each of you individually. Is there any particular style you'd like to wear?"

Wang Luyu thought for a moment and said, "I don't think bodycon skirts might suit me. My hips are a bit wide."

"Wide hips look better in bodycon skirts," Zhou Mengqi interjected, glancing at Yu Heng, "Right, President?"

"We'll see when we try it out. We've got a few of different styles on hand, so there's bound to be one that suits us." Yu Heng stood up. "Alright, I'm leaving. You guys take a look at the script first."

Wang Luyu looked at the closed door and said softly, "Mengqi, weren't you being too obvious just now?"

"What's so obvious?" Zhou Mengqi lay back on the sofa and put her legs on the armrest.

"Well..." Wang Luyu carefully chose her words, "the president doesn't seem to have much of a reaction."

Zhou Mengqi snorted: "What's the rush? This is nothing."

Wang Luyu looked at her bare legs and hesitated for a moment: "Why don't you put on some pants? Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"There's no one else here," Zhou Mengqi said nonchalantly. "The club president didn't say anything, did he?"