Chapter Twenty-Eight: This Su Zhenguo Is Not the Same as That Su Zhenguo

What is this feeling that's both romantic and cheesy?
A million? With his salary, that's not entirely impossible.
Is this showing off wealth? Not bad, I’ve learned something—when I have money someday, I'll flaunt it like this too.
“A million?” Su Zitan’s eyes lit up. “Can I take it home?”
“…No,” Fang Jing was momentarily speechless. “That’s a national first-class protected animal, of course you can’t.”
“Oh…” Su Zitan sighed.
She could afford it, but only by gritting her teeth.
“When I have money, I’ll buy you one,” Lin Ze said with a smile.
“Mhm.” Su Zitan nodded, happily agreeing.
He’s just making empty promises, how disappointing.
Are you crazy? Do you know how many streams Lin’s songs have now?
As long as Lin keeps releasing music at this pace, even if it’s all free, he’ll be making a fortune.
“Hey man, it’s not just talk, you know. What’s your income like right now?”
“Me?” Lin Ze hesitated; he truly had no idea what his income was.
“Barely enough to get by.”
“That’s not going to cut it…” Fang Jing patted Lin Ze on the shoulder. “A million isn’t a ton, but it’s not nothing, either. You’re young—you haven’t bought a house yet, right? Car, house, all that’s still a way off…”
His words, though seemingly kind, were clearly meant to make Su Zitan see the reality—that Lin Ze was all talk and no money.
Xiao Qian, standing nearby, kept pursing her lips, almost turning into a catfish.
Along the way, as they watched the giant pandas, Su Zitan took an endless number of panda photos.
As they walked, Lin Ze’s gaze fell on a sign.
He immediately stopped in his tracks.
Could this be… such a coincidence?
Su Zitan noticed Lin Ze suddenly halt, his eyes fixed, staring at something.
“What is it? Saw your first love?” Su Zitan teased, glancing in the direction he was looking—just in time to see a few plaques.
Her eyes swept over them, and she too froze.
“Oh… these people on the plaques are those who have adopted pandas here.” Fang Jing glanced over; there were celebrities and some tycoons.
“Pretty romantic, actually.”
Among the plaques, one read:
“Su Zhenguo and Li Qingping have adopted a giant panda for life and named her ‘Su Qingqing.’”
“….”
“Look at the date—wasn’t that the day you said you’d visit me during summer break? You arrived the night before, left the next morning…”
Su Zitan clenched her fists.
“So that’s why you rushed over—you were here to adopt a panda?”
Fang Jing sensed something was off, followed their gaze, and landed directly on the plaque.

“Su Zhenguo? That name sounds familiar…”
Fang Jing paused for two seconds.
“Wait! Isn’t our chairman named Su Zhenguo?”
No way…
What does this mean?
What did she just say?
Who’s this Su Zhenguo?
No need to look it up, I’m Su Zhenguo. I’m Su Zitan’s real dad.
User ‘Su Zhenguo’ has been muted.
Zhang Huai, watching the livestream, was taken aback. Could Su Zhenguo be that Su Zhenguo, the head of the Su Group?
His heart skipped a beat. He immediately grabbed his phone and called his secretary.
“Check! Hurry and investigate if Zitan Ji has any connection to Su Group!”
“Right away.”
If Su Zitan was backed by Su Group, how could he possibly compete?
But then again, probably not. Zitan Ji wasn’t that big, and even after being attacked for so long, there hadn’t been any strong countermeasures.
Zhang Huai felt a bit more at ease.
Lin Ze chuckled, “Alright, alright, the camera’s still rolling. ‘Su Zhenguo’ is such a common name—let’s not make people think we’re trying to ride on someone else’s fame.”
Su Zitan quickly caught on and laughed as well.
“I need to take a photo for my dad. Same name, but what a difference!”
I looked it up—Su Group’s chairman. It really isn’t her dad?
Probably not. If Lin had connections like that when he got into trouble, things would have been sorted out ages ago, not dragged out online for so long.
Makes sense, I believe you.
The comments relieved Zhang Huai’s worries.
Right, that explains it.
He exhaled in relief and turned back to his computer, where his new variety show was playing.
“Super Idol Factory!”
On another screen was “Our Love.”
Zhang Huai frowned at the boy introducing himself on the show.
“Hello everyone, I’m Wang Sweetheart from Sichuan! Just call me Sweetheart!”
A boy with a mullet and a baby face bent his knees slightly, forming a heart with his hands in front of his chest.
“My personality is usually very sweet, and I love cheerful songs. My favorite is Li Xiangyu’s ‘I’m Your Little Puppy!’”
“Every time I mention it, I can’t help but sing a line or two!”
“I’m your little puppy! Woof woof woof!”
Wang Sweetheart even panted like a dog, tongue out.

“Though I’m usually good-tempered, I do get angry sometimes.”
Wang Sweetheart furrowed his brows, pouted, and stamped his foot hard.
“Damn it, Shu Dao Mountain!”
Zhang Huai took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Whew…”
“This executive chair is too soft; sitting in it makes me feel carsick…”
…
Wang Sweetheart’s self-introduction and brief talent show.
The barrage of “So cute!” never stopped in the comments.
Surprisingly, the program’s comment section was quite harmonious.
But that made sense—Zhang Huai’s hired commenters plus the fans of these contestants made up most of the viewership.
Since it was live, every self-introduction, good and bad, was shown in turn.
After Wang Sweetheart, a handsome boy walked on stage.
“Hello everyone, I’m Zhen Zhenzi!”
“I love watching movies and learning from them! But what I love most is…”
“Horror movies!”
Suddenly, a horror movie soundtrack played.
Zhen Zhenzi spun around and did a backbend.
Suddenly!
A moment ago he seemed normal, but then he opened his mouth, his tongue lolling and flailing.
He crawled backward toward the camera, upside down.
Wow! Zhen Zhenzi is adorable too!
Is he imitating a horror movie? His coordination is amazing!
Abs! I saw abs!
…
“This is so weird, what kind of challenge is this?”
Zhao Funing braced his hands on his knees, panting.
He was used to taking the elevator—at his age, climbing five flights of stairs in one go was tough.
“Come on, just one more floor, then we can rest.” Pei Xue gave him a pat on the backside.
They reached the fifth floor, checked the apartment number, and unlocked the door.
On the sofa in the living room, a little girl lay with her eyes closed.