Some speculations had just appeared online, but upon refreshing the page, all those comments were gone.
At that moment, a line of text appeared on the screen:
[Momo requests a video call]
There was an unwritten rule on the live-streaming platform:
The top donor could request a video call with the streamer.
And the streamer could not refuse.
If they refused, they had to refund the donation.
The beauty streaming section was considered a “disaster zone.”
Several Eldest Brothers had fought fiercely to become the top donor, showering gifts as if money were no object.
All just to get a video call with the streamer.
Chen Xinyi immediately found a new angle to nitpick.
“Qin Wanyin, isn’t this person your fan? Director, are you there? Can fan donations count as earnings from work?”
The director, having been called out, joined the discussion.
He cleared his throat and looked at Qin Wanyin. “Our show emphasizes authenticity. If this Momo is truly your fan and the donation is solely for the purpose of a video call, then this money will not be counted toward your earnings for today.”
Qin Wanyin was puzzled. “By that logic, aren’t Qi Heng and Liu Yiyi next door live-streaming to sell oranges?”
“Yes.”
“Then how can you ensure all their customers are random viewers and not fans?”
“…” The director was speechless.
Half an hour earlier, news of Qin Wanyin’s live-stream teaching Chinese characters had reached the other three groups.
They followed suit and started live-streaming sales.
Qi Heng and Liu Yiyi’s group had the best sales.
They had only been live-streaming for a short while but had already sold a thousand kilograms of oranges.
The oranges were priced at 9.9 yuan per kilogram, not including shipping, with total revenue nearing ten thousand yuan.
If Qin Wanyin’s earnings were disqualified, the day’s winner would undoubtedly be them.
The director explained, “They’re selling fruit. The audience receives a product commensurate with the price.”
Qin Wanyin spoke up, “Knowledge is priceless.”
The director countered, “But Chinese language classes on the market have a price. A small group class only costs 500 yuan. We shouldn’t exploit fans.”
Qin Wanyin retorted, “In that case, oranges on Pinduoduo are 19.9 yuan for five kilograms with free shipping. Theirs are 9.9 yuan per kilogram and they don’t even cover shipping. Isn’t that exploiting fans?”
“…”
The director was “defeated.”
Qin Wanyin emerged victorious and accepted Momo’s video call.
On the screen appeared a simple, middle-aged woman.
Her hair was tied back, revealing a few noticeable strands of white. She wore a floral-patterned blouse, was slightly plump, and had dark skin.
[No offense, but this auntie doesn’t look like someone who would donate ninety thousand in gifts.]
[Probably her child made the donation. Kids don’t know any better, and the auntie wants the gifts refunded after finding out.]
Chen Xinyi’s face lit up with delight again.
Live-streaming platforms had explicit rules prohibiting minors from making donations.
But clever children often memorized their parents’ bank card payment passwords.
When parents discovered tens of thousands missing from their bank accounts, they would track down the streamer’s live stream and unleash harsh criticism.
The name “Momo” sounded like a username a child would choose.
Chen Xinyi reassured her:
“Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll definitely persuade her to return the money to you.”
The middle-aged woman on the screen looked confused and muttered softly:
“That’s strange! Teacher Qin looked so beautiful in the live stream just now, but she looks different after the call…”
Chen Xinyi: “…”
Was that implying she was ugly?
“It was me who forgot to turn off the screen sharing,” Qin Wanyin closed the shared screen and switched the camera back to herself.
On the screen, her face was clean and natural, her smooth black hair tied back, and she wore a simple white shirt.
Though she had no adornments, her beauty was enough to brighten anyone’s mood.
The middle-aged woman laughed, “That’s more like it! Teacher Qin is quite the looker!”
Chen Xinyi: “…”
Thanks, I guess.
[“How did she change so much?”]
[“Chen Xinyi cracks me up, always getting proven wrong, never surpassed.”]
[“A character who wouldn’t survive the ending credits in a palace drama—who on earth reads Chen Xinyi’s books anyway?”]
Qin Wanyin took the initiative to ask, “Auntie, what should I call you?”
“My surname is Mo, the ‘Mo’ with grass on top and sun below.”
[“Almost thought the auntie was cursing at me.”]
[“Haha, so is the auntie’s username ‘momo’?”]
[“By the way, this auntie looks a bit familiar!”]
[“Don’t all middle-aged aunties look like this?”]
Ms. Mo continued:
“I came today to thank Teacher Qin.”
“I’m in the sauce business. Thanks to a secret recipe passed down from my ancestors, the business has been quite successful. Last year, my husband suddenly asked for a divorce and wanted me to sign the divorce papers.”
“At first, I thought he had someone else, but after asking around, I found out he was sick—lung cancer.”
“He didn’t want to burden me, so he chose divorce.”
[“What a good man!”]
[“Wishing the uncle a speedy recovery!”]
[“But what does this have to do with Qin Wanyin’s livestream? Could this auntie be a once-in-a-millennium genius who learned Chinese in seven days, mastered ancient and modern medical texts, and saved her terminally ill husband?”]
Qin Wanyin’s brow twitched slightly, as if she had thought of something.
“Auntie Mo, your husband wasn’t sick. That divorce agreement was actually a secret recipe transfer agreement, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, yes! That’s exactly it!”
Ms. Mo was excited.
At the time, she had no sense of caution at all. Just as she was about to sign, she saw the words “recipe transfer”—characters she had learned from Qin Wanyin’s livestream.
“I became suspicious and made an excuse about an urgent matter, taking the contract to a friend.”
“That’s when I found out it wasn’t a divorce agreement at all—it was a patent transfer.”
If she had really signed it, she would have needed her husband’s authorization to produce sauces in the future, or else she would face lawsuits.
He wasn’t just after her money—he wanted her life!
Even now, Ms. Mo still felt a lingering fear.
In the comments, many people left messages:
[“What a toxic man!”]
[“Auntie, I’m a lawyer. I can help you with the divorce case!”]
Ms. Mo smiled.
“Thank you for your kindness, but it might not be necessary anymore.”
“When he realized I suspected him, he tried to kill me by switching my asthma inhaler. Luckily, I had a backup, so I didn’t die. In his panic, he drove off and got into a car accident halfway, falling into the river.”
Qin Wanyin sharply commented, “Indeed, no need for a divorce now. Straight to widowhood.”
A dark joke—press 1 if Buddha forgives her.
Ms. Mo laughed:
“Yes, so I came specifically to thank Teacher Qin.”
“I don’t have anything good to give, but if Teacher Qin is willing, I’d like to invite you to be the spokesperson for our Mo’s Food.”
[“Wait, Mo’s?!”]
[“Mo’s! The Mo’s that’s a national-level sauce brand I’ve eaten since childhood? The Mo’s that overseas Chinese rely on to ease homesickness with their meals? The Mo’s that recently built a theme park?”]
[“Didn’t we hear just a while ago that several popular young actresses were competing for this national endorsement? I think it even included Liu Yiyi…”]
[“No wonder this auntie looks so familiar! She’s the founder of Mo’s, ranked 100th on the national wealth list—an auntie who has surpassed 99.999999% of the country’s wealthy!”]
[“What auntie? Call her sister!”]