Chapter 305 - 238: Gifts from Fans

Yuan Yan Venture Capital wasn’t far from Xingdi Film and Television. Ni Bingyan drove and got there in half an hour.

And that was even with being stuck in rush hour traffic for about ten minutes.

When she arrived at the underground parking garage, Wei Shuojie was already waiting there.

"Agh, you’re finally here."

She was wearing a brown overcoat and coffee-colored tall boots, stomping her feet against the cold. When she saw the car approach, she quickly waved at them.

The dusty gray Volkswagen pulled to a stop. Through the car window, Ni Bingyan immediately spotted the flatbed cart next to Wei Shuojie, piled high with delivery boxes.

"So many?"

Ni Bingyan was a little surprised. "Why are people suddenly sending me gifts?"

She didn’t believe the story about celebrating *Demon Suppression Tower*’s box office exceeding one billion.

’Compared to that, didn’t winning an award deserve more celebration?’

No one had done anything like this back then.

"Yeah, they all came in today. I asked around, and someone told me it’s because *Ni Bingyan’s World Travel* was officially confirmed. A different fan group found out, and their leader organized this. You can’t really refuse this sort of thing. Just focus on your work and don’t get into any scandals. That’s probably the best way to repay them. I don’t have room for these in my office, so take them with you!"

Wei Shuojie waved her hand, signaling for them to hurry up and move the boxes.

Sang Yuan immediately opened the trunk and got to work.

"I promised my son yesterday I’d make him braised fish, so I have to get home. Just drop the cart off at the security office later."

Seeing that there was help, and considering that wrestling all these things down to the parking garage had already wasted a lot of her time, Wei Shuojie didn’t linger. She grabbed her bag and left.

"Okay, thanks, Sister Wei."

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Get to bed early tonight. You have a flight to catch tomorrow to go abroad."

"Okay, bye-bye~"

After seeing Wei Shuojie off, Ni Bingyan immediately joined Sang Yuan in moving the boxes.

The cardboard boxes came in all shapes and sizes—large and small, light and heavy, long and short. There were 33 packages in total.

Ni Bingyan took a look. None of the senders had left an address or phone number, only a codename.

Seeing things like "Bingtang Mama" made Ni Bingyan’s temple throb. It was both exasperating and amusing!

The trunk and back seat were completely full. There was even a long, narrow one that the person in the passenger seat had to hold diagonally across their lap, and only then did all the packages barely fit in the car.

After returning the cart, the two went straight home. They couldn’t even think about seeing a movie, let alone going out to eat.

’If she didn’t unbox all these things, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.’

"What if there’s something expensive? What should we do?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ni Bingyan glanced at the car full of packages, this being her biggest worry.

"We use the tracking numbers to find the shipping center, find the sender, and then figure out a way to return it."

Accepting expensive gifts from complete strangers just because they liked her was indeed inappropriate.

Sang Yuan’s solution was very reliable, but—

"That’s so much trouble! Getting security footage isn’t that easy, and we might even have to call the police. But they meant well, so it would be wrong to report it to the police just to find them. Besides, if I did that, people would definitely scold me for wasting public resources."

Sang Yuan wanted to say that one couldn’t be sure it was all good intentions.

He remembered in his past life, right after they got married, they received a package at home. Inside was not only a funeral portrait of her, but also a dead rat and a bloody razor blade.

She had opened it completely unprepared, and the shock had given her nightmares for days, even landing her in the hospital for a week to prevent a miscarriage.

Their relationship had grown by leaps and bounds because of that incident, which was why Sang Yuan remembered it with such clarity.

But it was hard to voice such a warning before anything had actually happened.

After all, if someone were to tell him one of his employees was a corporate spy, he would also be very angry.

Sang Yuan secretly decided that when it was time to open the packages, he would do it for her.

’Even if there’s something awful inside, I’ll be the one to see it first.’

"I wonder what they sent me?"

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t looking forward to it. Ni Bingyan had muttered this at least eight times on the way home.

Hearing this, Sang Yuan played along. "Photos? A painting? A book? This long one might be a fishing rod."

"I think so too! They probably sent me a fishing rod. Haha~"

The two of them spent the entire drive guessing, and Ni Bingyan felt a tingling curiosity, as if a cat were scratching at her heart.

When they finally got back to the residential complex, Ni Bingyan followed Sang Yuan to his place for a quick dinner, then took the packages back to her own apartment.

She was going abroad again tomorrow, so Wangcai had to stay with the Sang Family. Speaking of which, the dog was probably getting confused about which place was its real home.

With the dog gone, the house was very quiet. The two of them moved all the delivery boxes inside and placed them on the wide, solid wood dining table.

The dining table was huge. Ni Bingyan didn’t like keeping things on it, so at least they didn’t have to clear it off now.

Sang Yuan went to the kitchen, found a small pair of scissors, and was just about to start unboxing for her when Ni Bingyan reached out and stopped his hand.

"I want to do a livestream unboxing. What do you think? That way, the fans who sent the gifts will know I received them. I can say thank you and also take the opportunity to remind them not to send me things anymore."

Seeing she had made up her mind, Sang Yuan didn’t object.

They didn’t have any professional livestreaming equipment at home, so Ni Bingyan just set up her phone on a stand.

Sang Yuan went over to the sofa and brought over the floor lamp.

As the light hit her, Ni Bingyan’s face seemed to glow.

Once everything was ready, Ni Bingyan didn’t hesitate and started the process to go live.

Thinking about how *Demon Suppression Tower* was still in theaters and she was about to go abroad for a shoot, meaning she couldn’t do any more promotions, she changed the title of her livestream to: "*Demon Suppression Tower* Hits 1 Billion! Unboxing Gifts from My Fans. Come Guess What’s Inside!"

After setting that up, she contacted the promotion department for *Demon Suppression Tower* and told them to keep an eye on trending topics and guide them. Only then did she share the livestream link to her "Miss N" Weibo account.

It killed several birds with one stone without hurting anyone—very shrewd of her.

Sang Yuan watched from the side. Seeing how quickly she arranged everything, he couldn’t help but be impressed. ’Everyone has something they’re good at, and in this area, Ni Bingyan has a natural intuition.’

Ever since her side account was exposed, Ni Bingyan hadn’t posted on Weibo. The release of the Treatment Essence commercial had been her response to the matter, which led to her trending for a long time. Now, this account had over thirty million followers.

The moment she went live, a flood of fans poured in.

Her black sweater had gotten dusty from moving the boxes, and the makeup she’d put on that morning couldn’t hold up under an HD camera. Ni Bingyan decided to just go upstairs, wash her face, and change into some loungewear before coming back down.

For this livestream, she needed to create a personal atmosphere and didn’t want it to be linked to any business endorsements. That way, promoting the movie on the side wouldn’t attract as much criticism.

"Good evening, everyone! I’m on a day off today and received some gifts from my fans. Since they didn’t leave any addresses or contact information, I had no way to say thank you, so I decided to just do a livestream."

Ni Bingyan held up her phone, first showing everyone the boxes on the table, then giving them a look at the living room layout. "This is my living room, and this is my neighbor, Mr. Sang. Haha~"

’Who knows what people will speculate, seeing Sang Yuan in her livestream this late at night.’ So, Ni Bingyan decided to just introduce him openly and generously.

Seeing fans asking, she explained, "His parents live in the same complex as me, so we’re neighbors!"

Marketing accounts had often claimed she had already married Sang Yuan, with the "proof" being that she was often seen going home with Shui Sulan. This served as a casual clarification of that rumor.

The fans immediately started chattering away.

[Wow, Bingbao’s home is decorated so cozily~]

[Siemens refrigerators should pay for this ad! Haha! My fridge is the same model as Bingbing’s. /smug emoji/]

[Which of you sweethearts sent packages? So clever! I’m going to send Bingbing something too!]

[I’ll send one tomorrow!]

[I’ll send one tonight!]

The fans’ one-upmanship always came out of nowhere.

Seeing these comments, Ni Bingyan quickly tried to stop them.

"Please be rational fans and don’t send me any more things! Honestly, when you send me stuff, I don’t know what to do with it. I feel really awkward just accepting your gifts, but if I want to send a gift back? You don’t leave me an address."

Who sends things to their idol expecting a gift in return?

Hearing her say this, the fans started spamming "Hahaha," and some even started sending her virtual gifts.

Ni Bingyan frantically fumbled to turn off the gifting function.

"Hey, don’t send me virtual gifts either. It’s getting late, and there are so many packages to open. Let’s get started!"