“At first, I fucking thought it was a coincidence, then I thought it was a script. Now that so many people are flaunting their financial luck in front of me, I fucking have to believe it even if I don’t want to!!! Rub rub rub~~~ Receive receive receive~~~”
“A world where only I got hurt has been achieved. Today my boyfriend suddenly told me that he’s actually a rich second-generation. The jewelry and gems he bought me before were all real… Suddenly the pressure is so immense, I only wanted to find an ordinary person.”
“Suggestion: Bring out the good man to share with the sisters.”
“Haha, everyone else back off. The biggest winner tonight can only be yours truly, Hidden Master. Just now, the anti-fans’ base server was completely blown up by me! One-second decontamination, who else but me? Fortune God, no need to thank me. You just need to say a simple sentence: Hidden Master, making thousands of gold daily, bringing in wealth and treasures.”
Gu Ting, looking like a silly goose: “…Hidden Master, making thousands of gold daily, bringing in wealth and treasures.”
Her brain spun frantically. It turned out her Wealth God buff could actually bring financial luck to others? It turned out the one-second decontamination in the livestream room was the work of her viewer, Hidden Master?
Originally, she thought she would inevitably have a hard battle to fight tonight. She had already rubbed her palms and prepared herself to face thousands of troops alone, and she was prepared to never back down even if her reputation was ruined. But just as she braced herself to face the violent storm, her opponents had already been blown up by a viewer in her livestream room! This, this, this…
Not even giving her a chance to strike, how infuriating!
However, looking at the various gifts competing to radiate the glow of money in the livestream room, Gu Ting felt she could still endure it. And when ‘Emperor Chang’ made another high-profile “street patrol,” dozens of ‘Spaceships’ worth 5,000 yuan frantically refreshed as if they cost nothing, covering the livestream room so tightly that even the bullet comments couldn’t be seen. The slight anger in Gu Ting’s heart completely vanished into thin air, leaving only the happy tears at the corners of her mouth.
Too wealthy!!!
The livestream room boiled over. Originally, some viewers were counting how much money it was, but later their eyes grew blurred and it was simply impossible to keep count.
“Emperor Chang~~~ Tell us your story!”
“Could it be that Emperor Chang rubbed off some of the Fortune God’s financial luck too? Just how much money is that?”
“Huh? Back in the day, naive as I was, I thought gifting rewards was just a method for guilds to hype up streamers. Who can tell me if Emperor Chang is genuinely gifting or faking it? I resent the rich, I can’t bear to look at this image.”
“Emperor Chang, that year when the apricot blossoms fell in a light drizzle… can’t make it up anymore. Emperor Chang, I declare my love for you!”
Gu Ting stared at the six-figure tipping and, just as curious as the viewers in the bullet comments, asked, “Emperor Chang, did you also make a windfall?”
Emperor Chang: “Met a friend while playing games, talked about a business deal, made a small profit.” After saying this, Emperor Chang vanished from the livestream room.
Be that as it may, the small profit in Emperor Chang’s mouth was absolutely a massive sum of money to ordinary people, without a doubt.
Even Emperor Chang, who was obsessed with online games and possessed astonishing financial power, had personally confirmed that the streamer brought him financial luck. That could only explain one thing: Gu Ting really was a Living Fortune God who could deliver financial luck to everyone!
A female Fortune God, alive, rub-offable, sending wealth to people… what else was there to hesitate about? Just one word—rub!!!
Within a single second, the livestream room completely surrendered. There was no second word; only a single “rub” obscured the sky and sun, running rampant, continuous and endless…
Not only on XX Livestream, but also on a certain microblog, a certain book, a certain question app, a certain headline… the words Gu Ting and Fortune God frantically invaded various platforms like a virus, climbing up the charts with the momentum of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.
Closely following that, the information related to Gu Ting was dug up once more: the kidnapping case, tumbling into a Tang Dynasty tomb, winning 600,000 in a row from scratch cards…
Of course, Gu Ting was currently just an unknown nobody. Even if she climbed the charts of various platforms, it wasn’t enough to produce a highly sensational effect. However, this was undoubtedly Gu Ting’s first step in breaking through platform barriers. Previously, her deeds were mostly reported in local news, but this time they were substantially uploaded to the internet.
In the hospital, Yan Xiu faced the livestream room filled with screens of the word “rub,” chuckled slightly, and exited the livestream. He thought to himself that according to Emperor Chang’s situation, shouldn’t he receive an even more abundant windfall? After all, he was the person who gifted the most last night.
Just as he found it amusing, he suddenly received a long-awaited phone call: “Brother, I’m sorry for disappearing for so long. At that time I really had no choice; if there had been any way, I wouldn’t have neglected even my wife and child. Returning this time, I will pay you back the money in full, both principal and interest. Brother Yan, thank you for not making things difficult for my wife and child these past few years. Thank you for forgetting past grievances and helping find a doctor to treat my dad, truly…”
In the middle of the night, a grown man was sobbing uncontrollably on the other end of the line.
After a long while, Yan Xiu hung up the phone. Looking at the new incoming transfer notification on his phone, he was caught between tears and laughter for a moment.
Gu Ting watched her follower count skyrocket all the way. Although she was happy, it could never completely wash away a shadow in her heart. After ending the broadcast, she proactively contacted ‘Hidden Master’.
“Can you do me a favor? 10,000 yuan, help me find the IPs and other useful information of that gang of anti-fans tonight?”
Hidden Master replied within seconds with a massive smiley face: “Haha, my financial luck came so quickly! This matter is simple, done within 24 hours. Just wait.”
Gu Ting was highly satisfied with his blatant confidence.
The next day, Gu Ting woke up exceptionally early because she had to deliver breakfast to Yan Xiu first, and then go to the company to make up a full day of dance class.
While using the restroom, Gu Ting checked her phone. Upon waking up, her follower count on the XX Livestream platform had broken through 350,000. This meant she gained 250,000 followers overnight. This data was very brilliant, but Gu Ting knit her brows slightly. Given the speed of gaining followers last night, this data was rather too low.
Gu Ting’s confusion was quickly answered. After a night passed, the name Gu Ting vanished without a trace from platforms like a certain microblog, a certain book, and a certain headline. If it weren’t for the platform follower count sitting right there, Gu Ting would even suspect that the explosive scene last night was merely a dream of hers.
She didn’t know which rival company was suppressing her trending status.
In the early morning, Gu Ting was almost angered into a laugh. She herself was so effective, yet ChengGong Entertainment, this makeshift crew, was acting like it was dead—no marketing, no operations, and nobody cared about the traffic… Saddled with such a broken company, even a star descending from heaven couldn’t become famous!
The next second, a freshly published headline news story occupied all of her attention: The latest report on the kidnapping case of the future successor of the Yan Group: Suspect Money (surname Qian) was caught leaving the country in the early hours of the morning. He is a high-level director of the Yan Group. The reason for hiring the killers is temporarily unknown.
Gu Ting scratched her head in curiosity. Who exactly was the person who hired the killers to murder Yan Xiu?
According to Yan Xiu’s taste, Gu Ting bought a nutritious breakfast and delivered it to the hospital. When she reached the floor, Yan Xiu was already awake. He leaned against the headboard, his gaze gazing at the distant early autumn lake view, his eyes colored by autumn, peaceful as a painting. You stand on the bridge looking at the scenery, and the person looking at the scenery looks at you from upstairs—it was perfectly appropriate when used here.
Gu Ting prepared to set the things down quietly and turn around to leave, but unexpectedly, Yan Xiu suddenly turned his eyes over, a smile coloring his gaze.
“Good morning, Gu Ting.”
“Good morning. Eat the breakfast while it’s hot.” Gu Ting took out the rice porridge, eggs, buns, a plate of seasonal vegetables, and a plate of tender stir-fried beef one by one, filling the table in the blink of an eye.
“Thank you.” Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow. “But there’s too much food. Eat together?”
Gu Ting had exactly this intention, so she sat down opposite him, picked up a bun, and began to eat.
Du Kaifeng, who was sleeping on the sofa, stared at Yan Xiu with a resentful gaze. Was he not human, or did he not have a mouth? Fortunately, he still had legs and could go downstairs to buy breakfast himself.
After Du Kaifeng departed, Gu Ting finished a bun and asked Yan Xiu, “Do you have a private detective you trust?”
Yan Xiu swallowed the food in his mouth. “I do.”
He quickly pushed the other party’s contact information to her. From beginning to end, he didn’t inquire about what matter Gu Ting wanted to investigate. Gu Ting was very satisfied.
Yan Xiu could restrain his curiosity, but Gu Ting couldn’t pull it off. Her heart consistently remembered the morning news. This was just like watching a television drama; not seeing the grand finale always left one’s heart itching with unbearable anticipation.
“I saw the news this morning. Is that Money person the mastermind who bought off Ding Chong’s gang?” Gu Ting’s eyes widened, asking with a face full of curiosity.
Come to think of it, if no one had bought off Ding Chong’s gang, she wouldn’t have encountered the kidnapping either. She was just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
Yan Xiu ate his food methodically. Hearing her question, his brow twitched slightly. “I don’t want to use words to stall you. No, he isn’t. How about I tell you the inner details later?”
Gu Ting nodded. It seemed the struggles within wealthy families were even more complex and brutal than she had imagined.
On the way from the hospital to ChengGong, Gu Ting contacted Dong Lei, the private detective Yan Xiu had pushed to her.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Hello, I want to commission you to help me investigate two people.”
The other party deliberated slightly: “It is my utmost honor. Miss, which two people do you want to investigate?”
“ChengGong Entertainment’s Luo Yuan and Gu Ting.”
Gu Ting arrived at the company on time, except today the situation was very different. There were more people greeting her, more smiles, and surprisingly, several people actually called her Sister Tingting, leaving Gu Ting quite bewildered.
Today Lin Mengmeng and Min Qingluo were off, and the dance teacher instructed Gu Ting alone. As the dance teacher followed the music to twist her waist and swing her hips with an enchanting and charming demeanor, Gu Ting instantly recalled that Luo Yuan had once said the dance teacher excelled at sexy, hot dances and wanted her to study seriously so she could display feminine charm during livestreams—commonly known as suggestiveness.
Gu Ting: “…”
She didn’t want to be suggestive, but the dance teacher danced far too professionally. Gu Ting couldn’t bear to disappoint her eager expectations, so she could only pinch her nose and dance along.
This morning was spent in exceptional torment.
There was plenty of time at noon. Gu Ting ordered a few dishes that Yan Xiu liked to eat at a local home-cooking restaurant, packed them up, and delivered them to the hospital. While passing a convenience store outside the hospital, she went inside and casually bought two bottles of drinks.
Opening the first bottle, before she even had time to drink, she discovered that on the bottle cap was written: Another Bottle Free.
Gu Ting’s mind stirred slightly. After redeeming a bottle, she opened it again—it was Another Bottle Free once more.
Seeing that there were still two primary school students in the convenience store, Gu Ting simply gave the opened drinks to them and redeemed another bottle.
Until the fourth bottle, the fifth bottle… Facing the speechless expression of the boss, Gu Ting decided to let the man off. Although it was a wool-gathering opportunity that could save money, pulling too much wool at one time wasn’t very good either. After all, the probability was fixed; if she plucked it clean, wouldn’t others have none left?
She kept one bottle cap, deciding to treat it as a spark of hope, and she would go redeem it whenever she was thirsty on some future day. Cycling back and forth like this, it was practically a money-saving perpetual motion machine.
Emerging from the convenience store, next door was a lottery station. Gu Ting stood at the entrance for a brief moment, not knowing what she was pondering over.
Gu Ting brought the lunch and drinks to the floor where the luxury wards were located. Reaching the outside of Yan Xiu’s ward, she saw Du Kaifeng keeping watch outside the door. Du Kaifeng said to her, “Director Yan and the Madam are inside. Please wait a moment.”
“Yan Xiu’s father and mother are here?”
“Director Yan is the young Mr. Yan’s second uncle.” Du Kaifeng looked toward her with a slightly tentative gaze: “The young Mr. Yan’s parents passed away three years ago.”
Gu Ting was struck dumb.
After about five minutes, the ward door opened, and three people emerged from inside, including Yan Zheyuan and a middle-aged couple with an elegant and dignified aura.
“Miss Gu, you’ve brought food to my brother again? Your affection and devotion to my brother are truly deep and significant,” Yan Zheyuan said with a beaming smile upon seeing Gu Ting.
Gu Ting deflected skillfully: “Isn’t that because you’re far too busy, sir?”
Yan Zheyuan wanted to say more, but he was stopped by a single look from his father, Yan Jihuai.
Yan Jihuai’s attitude toward Gu Ting was unexpectedly gentle instead: “My nephew appears to have a cold temperament, but he is actually a very good person. In short, I’ll have to trouble Miss Gu these next few days.”
Gu Ting: “???” Yan Xiu? Cold?
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The previous chapter had a relatively large modification, it is recommended to flip through it once more.