HDRDTH -Chapter 74 The Heavenly Queen Shows Up With Her Entire Luggage

Yu Xian pushed aside Wang Dafu’s wall-like back and peeked out through the iron gate.

Outside wasn’t the expected riot shields or white-coated researchers.

Instead, on the stone steps stood three women wearing oversized sunglasses. Beside them were four half-person-tall luxury suitcases covered in designer monograms.

Wang Fei removed her sunglasses. Her bare, makeup-free face showed clear exhaustion.

Today she wore a loose oat-colored cashmere sweater with faded straight-leg jeans. The sharp ruthlessness she showed while wrestling a giant fish in the mud last night had softened into a more domestic look.

Qin Yue stood on the left, arms hanging as she panted heavily after carrying a large professional makeup case.

Yu Xian glanced at her and snorted.

“Qin Yue, you look pretty free these days.”

He blocked the doorway with folded arms.

“Always circling around Wang Fei now? Even hauling luggage yourself?”

Qin Yue dropped the makeup case onto the ground with a dull thud, shaking her sore palms.

“We’re life-and-death sisters,” she snapped.

“If I don’t follow her, should I follow you, a guy who only knows how to fish scrap metal?”

On the right stood a short-haired woman in a tailored suit, directing two muscular bodyguards to carry the luggage up the steps.

Yu Xian narrowed his eyes.

“What is this?”

“Moving house?”

He pointed at the surveillance cameras in the yard.

“The provincial guys just left. This place is now a protected site. Don’t mess around.”

Wang Fei ignored him completely. She sniffed the air and looked straight past him into the kitchen.

“Soft-boiled eggs?”

She swallowed.

“Perfect timing… I can hear the sizzle. Crispy edges too, right?”

She stepped forward.

“Mr. Yu, I came uninvited and haven’t eaten breakfast. One pair of chopsticks shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Problem.”

Yu Xian refused instantly.

“My eggs are priced by weight. 100 yuan per gram.”

He moved to close the door.

A slender hand with nude nail polish wedged into the gap.

Wang Fei winced in pain but didn’t pull back even an inch, staring straight into his eyes.

“You promised yesterday.”

She gritted her teeth.

“I won the fishing contest—you write me a song. Songwriting needs inspiration… and close emotional resonance.”

Taking advantage of his momentary pause, she shoved the door open and squeezed inside.

“I’ve already canceled my presidential suite at the Jiangcheng Grand Hotel. I’m staying here for the next three months.”

Yu Xian stared at her, then at the mountain of luggage taller than Wang Dafu.

“You’ve lost your mind?”

He couldn’t help blurting it out.

“You’re a superstar, and you’re here squatting in my house?”

He pointed outside.

“If paparazzi catch wind of this, they’ll tear my roof off.”

“You can relax.”

Wang Fei gestured to the short-haired woman.

“Sister Chen already cleared out all surveillance within ten kilometers. Not even a fly can get in here.”

She grabbed an elegant gift box from Qin Yue and ducked under Yu Xian’s arm.

“Ms. Su!”

She called loudly into the house.

“I’m here to visit!”

She walked briskly toward the living room.

“Xixi, I came to see you!”

Su Wanyi walked out holding half an orange and a cleaning cloth, looking confused.

When she saw Wang Fei, she froze completely.

Even though she had seen her live on TV last night, seeing a real superstar dragging luggage into her home was still surreal.

“Fei… Sister Fei?”

“Don’t call me sister.”

Wang Fei grabbed her hand immediately.

“Just call me Feifei.”

She shoved the gift box into Su Wanyi’s arms.

“Sorry I came in such a hurry yesterday. This is a limited-edition French skincare set. It suits your skin perfectly.”

Su Xi peeked out from behind the sofa, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Feifei sister.”

She tilted her head curiously.

“Are you moving in here long-term?”

She pointed at the big leather sofa.

“Are you sleeping there? Uncle Yu snores really loud.”

“Such a good girl.”

Wang Fei patted her head.

“I won’t sleep on the sofa. I pay rent.”

Qin Yue frantically signaled from the door. The short-haired manager, Sister Chen, stepped forward and handed Yu Xian a black card.

“Mr. Yu, this is three months’ accommodation and living expenses for Fei Fei.”

She stated a number.

“PIN is six eights. There are five million inside. If it’s not enough, just say.”

Yu Xian didn’t even look at it. He tossed an orange in his hand.

“Trying to buy me with money?”

He sneered.

“You, Wang Fei, can take down Zhang Jie Ke and Lin Yao Dong with a single call. Someone like you doesn’t just ‘stay at someone’s house’ for no reason.”

He peeled the orange slowly.

“So tell me—what’s really going on?”

Wang Fei motioned for the others to leave the yard, then closed the door herself.

Only Yu Xian, his family, and her remained inside.

“People like Zhang Jie Ke are nothing.”

She said calmly.

“But my crisis isn’t something small-time players can solve.”

She stepped closer.

“I’ve been in the industry for ten years. My style is completely fixed. The audience is already suffering from severe aesthetic fatigue.”

“My music made me… and trapped me.”

She clenched her fist.

“I’m standing in a dead-end corridor full of treasure, but I can’t find the exit.”

Her eyes locked onto Yu Xian.

“My national tour starts in three months. First stop: Bird’s Nest in Beijing.”

She pulled out a thick proposal document stamped with gold lettering and pushed it onto the table.

“That’s the highest stage in Chinese music. It’s also my last chance.”

Yu Xian leaned back casually, playing with a heavy-duty fishing hook.

“Bird’s Nest? I’ve heard of it. Big place. Just a bit far from fishing spots.”

Wang Fei ignored his nonsense.

“I want you to personally write me two songs.”

She raised two fingers.

“One opening song.”

“It must explode the moment it starts—enough to blow up a 100,000-seat crowd.”

Yu Xian raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“And one finale song.”

Her voice lowered.

“It must be so deep it gets into people’s bones. So unforgettable that even three days after leaving the venue, they’re still hearing it in their heads… until they cry and admit there is only one Wang Fei.”

Yu Xian smiled and set the hook down.

“Miss Wang… that kind of request isn’t something a few million can cover.”

“I know.”

Wang Fei met his gaze directly.

“And that’s why I have one final plan.”

“It is…”