My Mother-in-Law and I Became the Internet's Hottest Power Couple-Chapter 67

Taking on endorsements not only brings in substantial endorsement fees but also means receiving complimentary products from the brand regularly, eliminating the need to purchase them yourself.

The milk they’re drinking now is from that very brand.

It’s rich and creamy, perfect for making desserts too.

Aside from this endorsement, after finishing the show, Yu Wanqiu is also scheduled for an audition to film a tourism promotional video for Yunnan Province with Jiang Lan. These are the two confirmed plans so far, while the collaboration with the Marine Animal Conservation Association hasn’t been finalized yet. Xia Jing mentioned that their representative would arrive on Wednesday.

If the third season is filmed during winter break, both Jiang Lan and Yu Wanqiu likely won’t have time, as it depends on their schedules.

Jiang Lan said, “I’m about to start school, so my studies come first. During breaks, I’ll visit Yu Laoshi on set.”

Yu Wanqiu added, “And we’ll probably travel together during holidays too.”

[When are Jiang Lan and Lu Yicheng getting married?]

[Yeah, when’s the wedding?]

[Probably after graduation, right? They can’t exactly get married while still in school. Lu Yicheng is only 21—he hasn’t even reached the legal marriage age yet.]

Similar questions had popped up in livestream chats before, but Jiang Lan always pretended not to see them.

This time, Yu Wanqiu read the comments aloud and responded seriously, “Talking about marriage is too soon. Jiang Lan is still young. Marrying early would mean missing out on the world’s wonders. Besides, she hasn’t even started her career yet. She should stabilize her work life before considering marriage.”

Jiang Lan nodded in agreement.

The chat immediately erupted with tags for Lu Yicheng.

This was Yu Wanqiu’s genuine opinion. As Lu Yicheng’s mother, she naturally hoped he and Jiang Lan would marry someday. But from Jiang Lan’s perspective, marrying right after graduation would offer her no advantages.

Though Yu Wanqiu didn’t fully subscribe to the idea of “marrying within one’s social class,” the concept wasn’t just about family background.

If Lu Yicheng had a stable job while Jiang Lan’s career remained uncertain, the imbalance would be unfair to her.

A marriage should be between equals—not identical, but well-matched. Life after marriage is entirely different from dating.

[Huh?]

[What does that mean?]

[Wait, am I talking to Lu Yicheng’s mom or Jiang Lan’s mom right now?]

[Shouldn’t you be pushing for them to marry sooner, given your relationship?]

[I can’t keep up with Yu Laoshi’s logic.]

[But this is truly what’s best for Jiang Lan, right? While others her age are graduating, applying for grad school, or prepping for civil service exams, she’d just… get married? It’s way too early to think about that.]

[Honestly, whether Jiang Lan and Lu Yicheng marry or not doesn’t matter—just keep your sisterly bond strong forever! All my favorite ships have sunk, but “Lanzhou Noodles” must stay intact!]

Jiang Lan chuckled at this comment. “Don’t worry, Yu Laoshi and I will probably keep appearing in front of everyone often.”

The livestream ended at 10 p.m. Neither had eaten dinner because of the dance practice, and now Jiang Lan’s limbs ached while her stomach growled. Cooking at this hour was out of the question, so they settled on instant noodles.

Yu Wanqiu was craving them too. Though instant noodles weren’t the healthiest, they could make them better—adding greens, tomatoes for vitamins, fried eggs for protein, and some fatty beef for good measure.

With cheese and milk, the villa soon filled with the aroma of seasoning packets and creamy richness. As they ate, the duo trended on Weibo again.

Zhang Tian wasn’t surprised. Yu Wanqiu and Jiang Lan dancing together on livestream? Of course it went viral.

The last time Yu Wanqiu danced was in a film, performing classical choreography. Years later, her modern dance routine felt like a gift to fans.

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Neither had formal dance training. Lin Xing’s performance was on Friday night, so even if they’d started learning right after watching it, mastering a routine in just over a day was impressive.

The flaws were obvious, but pulling off a full dance after only six hours of practice? That deserved applause.

[“Lanzhou Noodles” is real—I’m tired of saying it.]

[Double the dance, double the love. My OTP remains unmatched.]

[Yu Laoshi, may I have this dance? Oh, what a grand invitation!]

[Rubber band confessions are peak romance—why didn’t I think of that?]

[Even if you had, could you pull it off? How is she this smooth with a rubber band?! Unfair!]

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Rubber bands speaking for themselves now? Ultimate confession tool.

[No one can deny how much fun it is to hang with Jiang Lan.]

[I need to see them do the cha-cha, waltz—all the partner dances!]

[Their timing is chef’s kiss.]

[What did Jiang Lan mean by “appearing often” from now on?]

[Probably… literally?]

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[Maybe vlogs? Or Season 3?]

[@Mother-in-Law is Coming, Zhang Tian, spill the tea—when’s Season 3?]

[Yu Wanqiu just confirmed Lu Yicheng isn’t marrying Jiang Lan right after graduation.]

[Next summer? Next winter?]

[Lu Yicheng: Truly, Mom, you’re the best.]

[“A Mother’s Love Is Greatest”]

[“With a mom like this, who needs enemies?”]

[Will they collaborate more? Brands must be lining up.]

[Even just an ad would do. I hope the show never ends—wait, no, I hope it does…?]

Zhang Tian found it amusing how fans were already begging for Season 3 with one episode left. He’d privately asked Shen Xingyao about joining, as planning was underway.

But Shen Xingyao declined. “Director Zhang, I’m not taking variety shows for now. I want to focus on acting—maybe not Yu Laoshi’s Oscar-level, but at least aim for a TV drama award first.”

That was her priority: honing her craft before returning to variety shows. Her fans were right—reality TV drained an actor’s spark. She needed solid work under her belt first.

Chen Shuyun and Aunt Zhao wouldn’t return for another season either. After filming, the civilian participants would resume normal lives. With five days left, Aunt Zhao had already started packing.

The show’s sponsored milk, skincare products—all were theirs to take.

Chen Shuyun mentioned job-hunting next week, likely returning to her old company. Aunt Zhao offered to pack her lunches, “Like the ones Yu Wanqiu makes for Jiang Lan. Would that work?”

Back when Chen Shuyun was in sales, skipping meals or scarfing down quick bites between client meetings was routine. The drinking and irregular eating had wrecked her stomach.

She’d never complained, enduring the pain silently. This was the first time Aunt Zhao had suggested such care.

Chen Shuyun’s eyes prickled—whether from emotion or past hardships, the ache in her chest was undeniable.

“Shuyun, you know I’ve never meant harm. If I’ve ever said anything hurtful… don’t take it to heart.” Aunt Zhao sighed. “Let bygones be bygones.”

Chen Shuyun sniffled, "Me too. I know it hasn’t been easy for you to raise Xiao Xuan’s father and then help take care of Xiao Xuan after he was born. I’m really grateful to you."

Aunt Zhao waved it off. "What’s there to thank me for? I’m the child’s grandmother—this is what I should do."

If it weren’t for Li Jia and Zhang Lin, Aunt Zhao wouldn’t have overthought things. Staying together as a family wasn’t easy, and she didn’t want to be the troublemaker.

Li Jia, the so-called "troublemaker" in Aunt Zhao’s words, had been doing well these past few days. With Zhang Lin and the others away in Shanghai, the villa was empty except for her. She had called Xu Chaoyang a few times, but he grew impatient with her questioning. He never wanted a divorce in the first place—it was Li Jia who pushed him, who pushed Zhang Lin.

And now she kept pestering him? Xu Chaoyang hung up on her without another word.

He and Zhang Lin had already agreed: after filming wrapped up on Friday, they’d go to the civil affairs office to finalize the divorce.

Once it was done, he’d move into his new place. He’d be divorced, just as Li Jia wanted. Surely she wouldn’t interfere anymore, right?

The child would stay with Zhang Lin. The house, the money—he gave her everything he could. Xu Chaoyang had truly loved Zhang Lin. He fell for her at first sight—she was stunning, like a fairy descended from heaven.

He adored her, defying his family to marry her.

Seven years later, here they were.

Zhang Lin didn’t dare show any emotion in front of Li Jia. Friday was almost here, and she couldn’t afford any mistakes. Aside from prenatal checkups, she stayed holed up in her room, not even calling Xu Yi.

Only by keeping up the act could she deceive Li Jia.

After the show wrapped, she’d handle the divorce first, then hire a nanny for Xu Yi, transfer him to a different kindergarten, and settle everything before heading to the set for filming.

The VIK commercial shoot would have to wait—there was no rush.

The baby was six months along, due in three or four months. Zhang Lin hoped for a little girl this time—she wanted to give Xu Yi a sister.

For the final episode, the production team worked overtime on editing.

On Monday morning, Shen Xingyao drove Du Wanzhou to a medical checkup. For the tests, Du Wanzhou skipped breakfast.

She looked thinner, her face less round. Before, her arms had a plump, prosperous look when she wore bracelets, but now her wrists were slender, and the jewelry suited her better.

Even if someone offered to help her regain those lost pounds, Du Wanzhou wouldn’t take it.

The tests focused on blood sugar, cholesterol, and weight.

After the exams, they had to wait for the results. The two bought some breakfast outside the hospital, but Du Wanzhou’s nerves made the food taste bland.

Shen Xingyao patted her shoulder. "Once I get the results, if your blood sugar’s low, we’ll go for hotpot at noon—or skewers. We can try that place Yu Wanqiu and Jiang Lan went to last time."

Wouldn’t that undo a whole month of effort? Du Wanzhou leaned back. "I’m fine either way. What about you? You look even skinnier—maybe you should get checked too."

Shen Xingyao wasn’t just thin; she had muscle. "I’m perfectly healthy."

Du Wanzhou sighed. "I’m not saying this because I want you to have kids and ‘recover,’ but look at you—all bones. It’s like hugging a bag of sticks."

Shen Xingyao laughed. "Really, I’m fine. My last checkup was normal. Alright, I’ll go grab the report."

Du Wanzhou had weighed 167 pounds before; now she was down to 161—six pounds lighter. Her blood sugar had dropped by 0.3 points. The doctor said if she kept this up, she’d be in good shape.

"Losing six pounds in a month is significant. Just remember to lose weight healthily—don’t rush it. Keep doing what you’re doing," the doctor advised.

Shen Xingyao was thrilled. Back in the car, she immediately searched for skewer restaurants. "You lost five pounds, and your blood sugar’s down! The doctor said to keep it up."

Du Wanzhou finished the remaining half of her pancake.

"It wasn’t as hard as I thought. Glad I stuck with it," she murmured, touching her face and arms.

She didn’t need to be as slim as Shen Xingyao—130 pounds would satisfy her.

Everyone was beautiful in their youth. "Sweetheart, wait till I hit 130. Then you’ll see what your mom looked like when she was young."

They went for skewers. Even on a weekday, the small shop was packed, forcing them to queue for a table.

Shen Xingyao realized just how famous Yu Wanqiu and Jiang Lan were—it only strengthened her resolve to reach their level.

Though it was a workday, Lu Yicheng wasn’t at the office.

He packed up his apartment, preparing to move out—some things would go home, others to his dorm.

Jiang Lan was reluctantly drafted as his helper.

But all she carried were the snacks Lu Yicheng never ate—chocolate beans, gummy bears, chips, yogurt, and jelly.

Lu Yicheng hauled an oversized suitcase.

Jiang Lan: "Anything else I can carry? I’m strong, you know."

Lu Yicheng lifted the suitcase effortlessly. "Stronger than me? Just focus on your snacks—but don’t fill up. Later, I’ll make sour cabbage fish and braised pork for lunch."

The apartment had a kitchen, but Lu Yicheng rarely used it. He usually grabbed lunch near the office, breakfast from a street vendor, and dinner the same way—hardly ever cooking.

Sour cabbage fish and braised pork!

Jiang Lan abandoned the snacks immediately.

Lu Yicheng loaded the suitcase into the trunk. He planned to drop the dorm items off at school and take the rest home that evening.

At noon, he’d cook braised pork for Jiang Lan.

This was the life he’d always wanted. But sometimes he wondered—was it enough for Jiang Lan? Maybe he wasn’t doing enough.

He glanced at her. Maybe getting married too soon wasn’t the answer. She still hadn’t recovered all her memories, and if he was honest, she didn’t seem that into him now.

Her reluctance to marry made sense.

But when would she be ready?

Jiang Lan munched on chips. Lu Yicheng cleared his throat. "After filming wraps on Friday… should I take you home?"

Jiang Lan had planned to go alone, but Xie Yunzhen and Jiang Baoguo already knew about her relationship and the show. They ought to meet Lu Yicheng.

"Sure. We should be done by noon." Just a quick meet-up—nothing serious. He could stay for a meal. It wasn’t like meeting her parents meant they were getting married.

Lu Yicheng’s eyes brightened. "I’ll pick up some gifts then. Maybe get a haircut too—it’s getting long."

"Should I dress more formally? I don’t really own formal clothes… I’ll need to buy something." His suit made him look like a bank teller, and the outfit he wore on their date was too flashy.

Jiang Lan waved her hands. "Stop! It’s just a casual meet-up. Wear jeans and a white T-shirt. My mom’s a teacher—she likes good students."

She’d already met Yu Wanqiu. Since they were so close now, it was only fair for Lu Yicheng to meet Xie Yunzhen too.

Once home, Jiang Lan planned to ask her mom about tutors—Yu Wanqiu wanted to take college entrance exams. Actually, Lu Yicheng could help; he was a top student.

Lu Yicheng nodded skeptically. Meeting the parents was a step closer to marriage. Jiang Lan would grow to love him more—he was sure of it.

After dropping their luggage back at Tsinghua University, the two went to the supermarket to buy fish, pork belly, and pre-marinated pickled cabbage. Lu Yicheng was ready to showcase his cooking skills.

Yu Wanqiu had gone to the studio today to discuss endorsement matters. Tomorrow, representatives from the Marine Animal Protection Association would arrive to finalize collaboration details.

Officials from the Yunnan provincial government had also contacted the studio about shooting promotional posters for an official announcement.

The day after tomorrow, Jiang Lan and Yu Wanqiu would head to Yunnan again. Once the posters were done, the show's filming would be complete.

Jiang Lan glanced at Lu Yicheng. When she first started recording the show, she knew nothing—only that she’d walk away with twenty million afterward. The twenty million Yu Wanqiu had gifted her had already been received.

"Lu Yicheng."

Holding groceries in one hand and Jiang Lan’s hand in the other, Lu Yicheng responded, "Hmm?"

Jiang Lan: "Have I ever said those three words to you?"

Lu Yicheng straightened his shoulders slightly. Three words? Which three?

"I love you"? "I like you"? "Je t’aime"?

He remembered Jiang Lan had said "I like you" before, but never "I love you." Was she going to say it now?

With people around, Lu Yicheng bent down a little. "Which three words? I don’t think so."

Jiang Lan coughed. "Well, I’ll say them now. Listen carefully—you’re a pig."

With that, she took off running.

Lu Yicheng shouted after her, "Get back here!"