Chapter 21: Your Face Is Red Like a Bubble Teapot

Although Little Dai was filled with countless questions, she refrained from asking, realizing this was about Jiang Yun’s privacy. Jiang Yun, too, noticed her curiosity, but since she didn’t press him, he offered no further explanation… not least because he himself had no idea how to explain. Was he supposed to tell Little Dai that he had a system, and all these things were rewards from it?

Jiang Yun glanced at the phone Little Dai was using to stream. If he dared to say that, people from the psychiatric ward would be knocking at his door for a friendly chat.

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Mozi tried to liven things up. “Jiang Yun, did you check Douyin today?”

Jiang Yun turned to him, “Douyin? What’s up?”

Mozi raised his eyebrows with a hint of mischief, “Yesterday your joint stream with Dai went up on Douyin again. I think it even trended.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun pulled out his phone and opened Douyin. Sure enough, as Mozi had said, last night’s ‘defensive breakdown’ during his stream with Little Dai had been posted and made it onto the trending list. This time, though, it was only on the streamer hotlist—visible mostly to those who usually followed streamers—not the platform-wide trending list from the first day.

Even so, his Douyin followers had skyrocketed. After that stunt pulled by a fan at the end of yesterday’s stream, Jiang Yun’s followers had now surpassed 700,000. If he went live tonight, viewership would likely rise even higher.

Little Dai chimed in, “Jiang Yun, shouldn’t you be thanking me? If it weren’t for our joint stream, would you have hit the trending list?”

Jiang Yun blinked. “Thank you? Thank you for breaking my composure?”

Little Dai: ...

The viewers in the chat burst into laughter at this.

“Hahaha, exactly! Thank you for breaking his composure?”

“To be fair, if it weren’t for the ‘old lady’ losing her cool, Jiang Yun wouldn’t be this popular now.”

“Jiang Yun’s followers are growing so fast—he’s about to hit a million on both Dousha and Douyin.”

“The ‘old lady’ really is Jiang Yun’s lucky star.”

“Lucky star? Please, Jiang Yun can afford a house worth tens of millions. Would he care about a few hundred thousand followers?”

“Don’t be so sure. He’s the only one saying he bought the place—who can prove it’s true?”

“I also suspect Jiang Yun’s house is rented, like Mozi’s. Otherwise, how could an orphan, a streamer who just got popular, afford to buy?”

....

Somehow, the discussion in the chat had circled back to where it began—debating how Jiang Yun could possibly afford such a house.

No matter how they turned it over in their minds, they couldn’t figure out how he’d managed it. An orphan with no background and an average streaming career that only recently took off—where would he get that kind of money? Even with a mortgage, the down payment alone would be an issue.

Little Dai saw the barrage of comments as well. She too began to wonder if Jiang Yun’s words in the elevator had just been for show, to impress her. Maybe, like Mozi, he was just renting, but claimed he’d bought it to save face—forgetting he was live, leaving the holes in his story wide open for fans to pick apart.

She wanted to warn Jiang Yun not to put on this rich persona; it was easy for it to fall apart. But since she was live, she had no idea how to say it.

Just then, Mozi suddenly asked, “Jiang Yun, how much did this place cost you?”

“Less than twenty million,” Jiang Yun replied.

“Wow, you really are loaded. I’ve been streaming for years, but I wouldn’t dare drop twenty million on a house,” Mozi said, a note of envy in her voice.

She was merely expressing her feelings, but it ended up fueling the speculation in Little Dai’s stream even more.

“See? Even a veteran streamer like Mozi, with a strong career, wouldn’t spend that much on a house. How could Jiang Yun?”

“Exactly, it’s obvious Jiang Yun’s just showing off. This place is rented, not bought.”

“There’s just no way. Even Mozi wouldn’t pay that much—how could he? Does he have the means?”

“Someone please talk some sense into Jiang Yun—if he keeps pretending, it’ll only backfire when he gets exposed.”

“Yeah, he’s just a content streamer. He should stick to what he does best, not put on airs.”

....

The greatest flaw in human nature is the inability to accept others living better than oneself—especially someone who suddenly rises to fame like Jiang Yun.

If Jiang Yun had simply stuck to his usual antics, perhaps no one would have tried to stir up trouble. But his apparent showiness was rubbing many the wrong way. In their eyes, he’d just gotten lucky, riding the wave of Little Dai’s fanbase for a shot at fame. Instead of being humble and cherishing the chance, he was acting arrogant! Wasn’t that infuriating?

Seeing her stream swamped with this topic, Little Dai coughed to regain control.

“Ahem!”

She then turned her back to the camera, frantically signaling to Jiang Yun and Mozi with her eyes. Though the two sensed something was off, they couldn’t figure out what she was trying to convey and could only look at her in confusion.

Little Dai couldn’t help but look exasperated. Suddenly, Jiang Yun realized that she was trying to signal them off-camera, likely because their earlier conversation had stirred up trouble in the chat. He strode over to her side to check the comments himself.

Little Dai hadn’t expected this move. Jiang Yun, fresh from a workout and yet to shower, still carried the scent of sweat—whether you called it the scent of hormones or just plain body odor depended on the recipient’s perspective.

But as Little Dai looked up at Jiang Yun’s handsome profile and the muscles at such close range, she simply couldn’t associate the scent with anything unpleasant. Her face instantly flushed crimson.

Jiang Yun, meanwhile, had already spotted the comments in her chat. He was just about to say something when he noticed Little Dai’s face reddening beside him. Instinctively, he asked, “Why are you blushing like a teapot?”

“Ah?!” Little Dai snapped back to reality, her hand trembling as she held her phone. That single tremble gave the audience a clear view of her rosy face.

In an instant, the chat was flooded with question marks.

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