Chairman Tian's influence was imnse, and his arrival drew the attention of nurous influential figures to the livestream.
At a glance, they were utterly stunned.
This was none other than the legendary Tongtian Health Preservation Technique!
The program team's phone lines were nearly overwheld with calls.
Every caller was a heavyweight with an impressive list of titles—individuals whose dical consultations were typically booked three years in advance.
Director Rong's forehead glistened with fine beads of sweat. He never imagined that Gu Nanyan, simply by teaching a set of exercises, would sohow be linked to the Tongtian Health Preservation Technique.
Nan Xi was the most bewildered of all. Before she could even decide her next move, her father called.
Nan's Father sounded frantic, urgently warning her, "Xi Xi, listen to . Stay away from Gu Nanyan. Drop all the sar campaigns we planned—don’t harm her in the slightest."
Nan Xi was unwilling. She had spent so much ti preparing, on the verge of crushing Gu Nanyan, and now she was being told to back down? Impossible!
"Nan Xi!" Her father's tone turned severe. "Are you trying to ruin yourself? Do you realize how much heat Gu Nanyan is drawing right now? Do you know how many powerful factions are watching her? Touching her now would be suicide!"
Nan Xi bit her lip, her expression bitter. "Just because of that Tongtian Health Preservation Technique? So lousy qigong routine?"
"Lousy qigong?" Nan's Father scoffed, disappointed in his daughter. "How can you still think that way? Your grandfather has already started practicing it. When he heard you were on the show, he even asked you to get him Gu Nanyan’s autograph!"
Nan Xi gasped, montarily speechless. After a long pause, she stamred, "W-what? Grandpa’s practicing it too?"
"Yes," her father replied firmly. "Not only that, but the results are remarkable. Your grandfather idolizes Gu Nanyan now. Forget about marrying into the Zhan Family—this ends here."
"No—!" Nan Xi wailed in despair.
She had invested so much effort, sched for so long, all for the sake of marrying into the Zhan Family.
How could she just give up?
And it wasn’t just the wealth and status of the Zhan Family she coveted—it was Zhan Lingfeng himself.
Among the heirs of wealthy families, most were good-for-nothing diocrities.
Only Zhan Lingfeng stood out.
Nan Xi wanted nothing but the best.
With a sharp click, she hung up, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white, her face dark with fury.
By the afternoon, the livestream had ended. Nan Xi cornered Gu Nanyan in a secluded spot.
Gu Nanyan wore a simple tracksuit, yet it couldn’t dull her breathtaking beauty. The sunlight behind her seed to cast an ethereal glow, as if nature itself adorned her.
She was srizing, stealing the gaze of anyone who looked her way.
Nan Xi felt montarily dazed but steeled herself and strode forward.
She straightened her posture, determined not to lose face.
But as she approached, she noticed Gu Nanyan sipping a cup of milk tea.
Her head was slightly bowed, both hands cradling the drink, her eyes half-lidded in bliss—like a contented cat.
Unlike Nan Xi’s rigid intensity, Gu Nanyan exuded effortless grace, her relaxed deanor outshining Nan Xi’s forced bravado.
When Gu Nanyan finally glanced up, her voice was lazy. "Sothing you need?"
Nan Xi lifted her chin haughtily. "We need to talk."
"About what?" Gu Nanyan took another sip. "Zhan Lingfeng?"
Hmm, this mango-polo sago tea was delicious.
One of the perks of modern life—so many tasty treats.
Nan Xi stiffened, a flicker of guilt crossing her face before she masked it. "You... knew?"
Gu Nanyan took a slow sip before replying, "Obviously. You didn’t think your online sar campaigns went unnoticed, did you?"
Nan Xi took a step back, her confidence crumbling. "You knew? Then why didn’t you fight back?"
"I did," Gu Nanyan said, her tone still languid, like a cat winding down after a long day.
Nan Xi was baffled. "H-how? I never saw it."
Gu Nanyan raised a hand, mimicking the opening stance of the health preservation technique. "This."
At first, Nan Xi didn’t understand. Then it hit her.
Gu Nanyan was saying she had countered with the health preservation technique itself.
How could that even count as retaliation?
"Why wouldn’t it?" Gu Nanyan chuckled softly. "Retaliation isn’t just about underhanded tricks and petty sches. Crushing your opponent with sheer skill is just as effective."
Finishing her tea, she tossed the empty cup into a nearby bin with perfect aim.
Dusting her hands, she leveled Nan Xi with a gaze so penetrating it felt like she could see right through her.
"You want to marry into the Zhan Family?"
Nan Xi flinched at the bluntness. "So what? You’re not worthy of Zhan Lingfeng!"
"Not worthy?" Gu Nanyan smirked. It was the first ti anyone had dared say that to her.
Usually, it was others who fell short in comparison.
Her voice was calm. "There’s nothing wrong with pursuing what you want. But dragging others down to get there? That’s low."
Nan Xi hated how Gu Nanyan looked down on her, as if she were so pitiful clown.
She spat, "So what if it’s low? I don’t play fair. If you’re so capable, why don’t you fight dirty too? Why not sar ?"
Gu Nanyan’s gaze remained unshaken. "You’re not worth the effort. In the face of absolute strength, all your sches are aningless.
If you want to stoop to your level, you’ll have to work a lot harder."
With that, she walked past Nan Xi without another glance.
Watching her retreating figure, Nan Xi trembled with rage.
Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms, a wildfire of fury consuming her rationality.
How dare this woman look down on her!
Fine. If Gu Nanyan thought herself untouchable, Nan Xi would drag her into the mud.
If Gu Nanyan disdained underhanded tactics, then Nan Xi would use them to destroy her. Let’s see how high and mighty she’d be then.
Imdiately, Nan Xi contacted a PR firm, instructing them to launch an all-out sar campaign against Gu Nanyan—no holds barred, no expense spared.
Fabricate whatever lies necessary, no matter how vile.
Accuse her of prostitution, of taking nude loans. Photoshop compromising images, deepfake videos.
She refused to believe Gu Nanyan could escape unscathed.
Yet, after ranting for minutes, the PR representative remained silent.
Annoyed, Nan Xi snapped, "Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?"
The representative’s reply was icy. "You’re disgusting."
Nan Xi: "..."
How dare this nobody insult her!
The representative continued, "I’m refunding your deposit. Find soone else, Miss Nan. Empress Gu is a woman of integrity, selflessly sharing the Tongtian Health Preservation Technique and calligraphy with the world—without asking for a single cent."
"She asks for no reward, no fa—such a kind-hearted person, and yet Nan Xi still slanders her! Your character is utterly despicable. You disgust !"
Nan Xi: "Ahhh!"
This is infuriating!
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