[Damn? Which one? The one circled in red? This, why does he feel kind of handsome?]
[Ah this, it really seems kind of handsome. Although we cannot see his face clearly, this atmosphere and his long legs completely crush everyone else. It is not even like he is in the same layer. Did they find the wrong picture? How is a visual-obsessed person like me supposed to accept this! (Crying)]
[Saved. Truly handsome, everyone please throw the high-resolution picture right at my face! Let me take a good look at this person so I can fiercely criticize him!]
[Come on, do you people have any sense of values? Setting aside whether they found the wrong picture, even if he looks handsome, you cannot ignore the fact that his character is terrible. The internet is not a place just anyone can mess around in, and this kind of person should be completely canceled.]
[But the police even released an official announcement stating that the two of them had no physical conflict. What if it really is a misunderstanding?]
[Does anyone actually believe that kind of ambiguous announcement? No way, right? Were your brains wrapped in small feet? I dare to say right now that Qin Zhen is not a good person. If there is any reversal in this matter, I will lick every single railing on the cross-sea bridge!]
Zhu Chen and Yang Xiaoliang squeezed into a corner of the office sofa, watching with malicious glee as Qin Zhen was subjected to a public crusade.
In just a few short days, their company had reaped the fisherman’s profits and made a tidy sum. Several senior executives had already discussed letting the matter continue to develop on its own, and if momentum stalled, they would simply add fuel to the fire.
“How is it? Satisfied now? The live streaming suspension trick really is useful.” Zhu Chen rubbed the toe of his shoe against Yang Xiaoliang’s trouser leg.
“Satisfied with what?” Yang Xiaoliang pressed down on his leg with a fake smile. “Are you sure you do not feel a pang of heartache? Look at this photo, Qin Zhen is truly exceptional. You felt the same way about him as those netizens did, right?”
Zhu Chen’s expression shifted slightly.
Over the past few days, he had subconsciously sniffed the scent on his own body. Ever since Qin Zhen said he smelled stinky that day, he had thrown away all those bottles of perfume, constantly feeling as though his body had genuinely grown foul.
“I was just teasing him for fun. The one I truly like is still you. Just how much money have I spent out of my own pocket to tip you over these past few months? Surely you understand that, right?”
Neither of them knew how genuine the other was, yet both held onto each other’s dirt.
They engaged in mutual benefit, and neither would dare tear open that seam first to let the truth leak out.
“Naturally. Who could possibly serve you as well as I do?” Yang Xiaoliang pulled Zhu Chen’s face over and kissed him.
As the two of them kissed passionately, they tumbled together. Just as they were completely lost in the moment, the office door was suddenly knocked upon.
Startled out of his wits, Yang Xiaoliang snapped back, leaped up, and dove into the corner of the sofa.
For the past two days, goodness knows what had happened to Mu Xiaoxiao, but she had been furious every single day. She cast a disdainful glance at the disheveled Yang Xiaoliang and sat directly in the chair next to the desk.
“General Manager Zhu, did you not say you would issue a clarification for Qin Zhen in a couple of days? Now the official police notification is out, just how long are you planning to drag this out?”
“Xiaoxiao, why are you in such a rush? What has been going on these past two days to make your temper flare so high? Did your father restrict your spending again? How about this, I will make an executive decision and allocate some funds from the company to you first, then give you a few days off to adjust.”
“After all, a share of the company’s recent revenues is thanks to your contributions.” Zhu Chen smoothed down his meticulously combed hair and pushed a cup of tea toward Mu Xiaoxiao.
This company was originally recommended to her by Mu Xiaoxiao’s father, and come to think of it, her family still held a small stake in it.
Though she had been unwilling to admit it previously, she truly could not cut off her father’s business connections. Staring at Zhu Chen for a long time, she gripped her phone tightly with a troubled expression.
At dinnertime.
The live streamer named An went live once more.
In front of the camera was still a simple and clean kitchen. The male streamer was deftly slicing pork strips, subsequently marinating them with a small amount of cooking wine, ginger slices, and scallions.
Next came the julienned carrots, black fungus, and a small basin of vibrant green vegetables.
The style matched last night. He remained silent, focusing entirely on the task at hand.
In broad daylight, viewers could see the man’s physique even more clearly, and hundreds of viewers instantly flooded into the live stream room.
I’ll Give You a Hammer: [Damn! I actually managed to catch him live! It was worth me going out to promote him!]
Look! Such a Big White Lotus: [No way? Cooking? What is even interesting about this? Who invited me here!]
Biubiubiu Chicken Bips You: [Just for these hands and this figure, can you come to my house and cook? This older sister actually has a little money and a little charm. (Shy face)]
Biubiubiu Chicken Bips You sent a cruise ship to the streamer.
Two dishes with exceptional presentation were placed in front of the camera. For reasons unknown, the dishes this streamer made were extremely simple, yet inexplicably made people’s mouths water wildly.
Picking Up My Shattered Self: [Yuxiang shredded pork and vegetables? It looks so cozy. What is the next dish?]
Around fifteen minutes into the broadcast, Qin Zhen turned around, scooped up two bowls of rice, and bade farewell to the netizens in the live stream.
“Only two dishes today. See you tomorrow.”
The live stream room has closed.
“Period.” The netizens in the live stream room felt as though both their eyes had gone dark.
What on earth? Was this a repeat of the same trick?
Not only were the netizens who had visited yesterday bewildered, but today’s new viewers were left with faces full of question marks.
While every streamer across the entire internet was desperately rolling and staying up late to stream, what kind of new gimmick was this streamer pulling?
Specializing in unrequited longing?
How was this actually getting so addictive?
So who on earth could dig out what this streamer looked like? What did he do for a living? Why was his live streaming so perfunctory?
Yet in reality, Qin Zhen had no time to care about what the netizens were thinking. Frowning, he inspected the refrigerator; the reason for making only two dishes was simple, as there was simply no other food left in the fridge.
To make matters worse, 999 chose that very inopportune moment to pop out, asking if he could no longer afford to buy food, and then asking why, if he couldn’t afford food, he had returned the money to Shen Jin’an.
Qin Zhen glanced at the small mountain of rice piled in his hand and the tiny portion of vegetables on the plate.
“Spare me the useless talk. What should I do if I really cannot afford to buy food? Can you help me order something?”
999 wiggled awkwardly, floating in mid-air before unexpectedly and rarely emitting a red glow. [Actually… I can provide you with some energy, though it might result in you fainting for two days.]
“Fainting?”
999 continued its awkward squirming. [Actually, it just means getting electrocuted until you pass out. Once you are unconscious, you won’t feel hungry anymore. That is what my previous host said.]
Qin Zhen slowly pulled off a flawless, fake smile. “I do not mind, but you had better be able to electrocute that old master outside until he passes out too. I am not picky, and eating plain rice mixed with chili paste can keep me alive.”
Sure enough, as soon as the meal was served, Shen Jin’an stared at the towering pile of rice in his bowl, his expression showing subtle signs of crumbling.
Feeling a guilty conscience, Qin Zhen picked up a chopstick full of Yuxiang shredded pork and placed it in his bowl. “I will buy you something else tomorrow. Just make do with this for now.”
Shen Jin’an looked at him, his chopsticks moving a few times without knowing where to start, before ultimately lowering them again. In a voice neither too loud nor too soft, he uttered a single sentence: “I… I cannot finish eating.”