Chapter 43: My Girlfriend’s Best Friend Betrayed Her!

Seeing the barrage of comforting comments for Yang Qianqian flooding the screen, Jiang Yun tilted his head, studied Yang Qianqian on the phone screen, and a strange look crossed his face.

“Well, I’ve heard your story. Where’s my promised Carnival gift?”

To everyone’s surprise, instead of comforting Yang Qianqian, Jiang Yun asked her for the Carnival she’d agreed to send.

This left many viewers in the livestream frowning.

Yet Yang Qianqian voiced no discontent. Instead, she replied, “Hold on, Brother Yun, let me top up some money first.”

With that, she began fiddling with her phone.

But her actions were not exactly swift.

More than a minute passed, and Jiang Yun still hadn’t seen the Carnival appear in his livestream.

Yang Qianqian seemed to realize she was being slow and quickly apologized, “Sorry, Brother Yun, I don’t have enough money in my account. Let me use Huabei real quick.”

With that, she bowed her head and resumed her operation.

Another minute later, the Carnival gift finally appeared in Jiang Yun’s stream.

By then, the comment section was filled with discontent toward Jiang Yun.

“Seriously, Brother Yun, do you really need this that badly?”

“She’s already using Huabei, can’t you just let it go?”

“A millionaire cares about one little Carnival? And one paid for with borrowed money?”

“To be honest, this move from Brother Yun really disappointed me.”

“...”

Faced with the viewers’ displeasure, Jiang Yun coughed lightly.

“Ahem!”

Then, raising an eyebrow at the camera, he said, “It’s not that I need the Carnival, but if she doesn’t send it, it just bothers me!”

As the audience puzzled over his words, Jiang Yun’s tone suddenly grew a touch sentimental. “Her story reminded me of my own past. Back then, my girlfriend’s best friend cheated on her, which led to the end of our relationship. It’s a regretful thing, really!”

Hearing this, Yang Qianqian, still on the call, instinctively tried to comfort him, “It’s okay, Brother Yun, life is—huh?”

Suddenly, she froze, looking at Jiang Yun with a strange expression.

The audience in the stream also caught on.

“Huh???”

“Shush! I’m thinking!”

“Wow, Brother Yun, you really washed your hands of blame!”

“‘My girlfriend’s best friend cheated on her’—I almost got spun around by that!”

“So you’re saying all this with a straight face while acting like a jerk?”

“...”

The look of melancholy vanished from Jiang Yun’s face, replaced by one of helplessness.

He spread his hands. “See? Even when I put such a shameless thing in a tone of regret, none of you caught on at first. Now, if I added some details about my ex-girlfriend’s faults and bad temper, wouldn’t you all be glad I broke up with her?”

As he spoke, Jiang Yun looked at Yang Qianqian. “You said you couldn’t find that boy after graduation? What, he didn’t have teachers? His teachers couldn’t find him? At the very least, you could have called the police! They’d have found him for sure.

“And I’m really curious—does changing your phone number really mean you cut off all contact with your old friends?

“You’ve set yourself up as this devoted, lovelorn figure—so let me ask you, have you dated anyone since graduation?”

A hint of hesitation flickered across Yang Qianqian’s face, and she seemed about to answer.

“I—”

But Jiang Yun cut her off. “You hesitated, so we all know the answer. You claim to be so devoted, missing him so much, and when you met him again after eight years you wanted to be together—so why did you have other relationships in the meantime?

“On the one hand you’re moved by your own story and play the role of the pining lover, on the other you’re enjoying new relationships. Doesn’t that contradict your tale?

“And you say you used Huabei for the Carnival gift, but isn’t that a bit too fast? Not even two minutes to set it up? What, did you arrange this in advance? Or maybe you never used Huabei at all, you just wanted us to think you did—so we’d believe you were struggling financially and hope I’d take pity and let you keep your money?”

Jiang Yun’s words made some viewers realize something was off.

“Yeah, at first I thought she was just putting on a show, so I didn’t listen too closely. Turns out her story is full of holes.”

“Seriously, if you went to the same school, would it really be impossible to find any trace of him?”

“If you could wait eight years, you could have found him back then.”

“Two minutes to complete a Huabei loan, top up, and send a gift? That’s fast. Sis, which provider do you use? Share the secret.”

“...”

By now, a look of panic had appeared on Yang Qianqian’s face.

“It’s not like that, Brother Yun, I swear everything I said is true. I wasn’t trying to create a persona or act—I really just wanted your advice on what to do.”

“Oh?” Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow, then rummaged through his small bag and pulled out an old candybar phone.

He powered it on, flipped through its messages, and showed them to the audience.

The viewers could see the message on the screen.

“Are you asleep?”

Just a simple greeting, but the timestamp showed it was from a night seven years ago.

Jiang Yun explained, “I’m an orphan. I started working at a young age. This is a message from my very first girlfriend. We broke up because of outside circumstances, so I’ve always treasured that relationship. I tried to preserve some of our memories, like these old messages.

“What about you? Do you have anything like this? Or did you and that boy never even text?”

At this, Yang Qianqian quickly replied, “We didn’t have phones back when we were in school, so that’s why there’s nothing like that.”

“But didn’t you first say you couldn’t find him because he changed his phone number?” Jiang Yun replied coldly, his face full of mockery.

At that, Yang Qianqian was left speechless.

And Jiang Yun continued, “First, you fabricate a tragic childhood to provoke sympathy. Then you invent a love you were forced to give up, deepening that sympathy and painting yourself as someone wounded who needs comfort. Finally, you mention using Huabei, so everyone thinks you’re struggling financially.

“To maintain your perfect persona, you avoid saying anything bad about the boy—who might not even exist—and instead present yourself as the victim. In your telling, you waited for him so many years, made so many efforts, but in the end had to give up because you just weren’t right for each other.

“You’ve done all this so everyone instinctively sees you as the gentle, passive one in the relationship. Even if things didn’t work out, no one blames you—they blame the boy.

“With the most neutral tone, you dodge all responsibility. Young lady, your motives aren’t pure.

“If I hadn’t called you out, today you’d have hooked at least a hundred gullible fans in my stream.”

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