An Zhiheng

It was past noon by the time An Zhiwu got home.

An Zhiheng opened the door for her. He was someone who had always been at odds with her since childhood.

"Well, well~ Isn't this our big streamer? What brings you home today?" An Zhiheng leaned against the doorframe, munching on a nectarine.

Afraid their parents would hear about her streaming, An Zhiwu immediately glared at him. "Shut up."

"Whatever~~ Like I care. Don't come crying to me when people curse you out online." An Zhiheng couldn't be bothered to expose her. He walked inside in his slippers.

Mother An came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes and was surprised to see An Zhiwu. "An'an, why did you come home today? Why didn't you let us know? We've already finished eating. Are you hungry?"

"Mom, I'm not hungry."

"Did you eat out?"

An Zhiwu put her shoes in the shoe cabinet and wondered whether drinking several thousand milliliters of water counted as having eaten.

"Mom, I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a while."

"Okay, go get some sleep. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

An Zhiwu lay down on her bed and glanced at a message from her supervisor: [Touch up these sets of pictures over the weekend. And don't forget to post them on the company's operations account and official account.]

A string of pictures followed.

Although their company gave them two days off on weekends, they still had to keep up with their work. An Zhiwu ran an official account on her own and had to post copy on it every single day without fail.

An Zhiwu sighed. When would she achieve financial freedom and fire her boss?

It didn't look like streaming would get her there~~~

With that thought, she logged onto the streaming forum.

The incident with her vomiting halfway through her stream last night was still brewing.

From mukbangs to livestreaming to false advertising, the whole thing was only growing bigger.

She logged into her Y Cat account to take a look.

Her followers had dropped from 350,000 to fewer than 300,000.

What was wrong with her fans these days? They had no faith in her at all.

She decided to clear things up once her test results came out tomorrow.

After all, she wasn't the only one affected now.

Apparently, major mukbang streamers had all been affected by the incident to varying degrees.

What a sin...

She dozed on the bed for a while.

Resigned to her fate, An Zhiwu climbed out of bed and started editing the pictures.

The job only paid 7,000, and all she did was odd jobs.

But if she couldn't make it in the streaming world someday, at least the job would put food on the table.

When living in society, one had no choice but to bow one's head~~

By the time she finished editing the pictures, writing the copy, and uploading everything, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Wafts of delicious aromas drifted out of the kitchen.

She had barely eaten since the previous night, and her stomach began to protest.

An Zhiwu walked out of her bedroom.

An Zhiheng was sprawled on the sofa, playing Honor of Kings.

Seeing her come out, he looked up. "Well, well, the young lady of the house has finally deigned to leave her room?"

An Zhiwu walked over and nudged his legs, which were draped across the sofa, with her foot. "Move over."

An Zhiheng pulled his legs back and shifted to the side. "What? Can't keep streaming anymore?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Whatever. I'm worried you won't be able to keep streaming and will have to move back home. I don't want to see you here every day."

An Zhiwu ignored him. Her twin younger brother had been at odds with her over everything for as long as she could remember.

When they lived in the countryside as children, An Zhiwu had raised a big goose as her little underling.

After that, whenever she walked through the village, the goose followed her. She looked incredibly impressive.

She was simply the coolest kid in the village.

When An Zhiheng found out, he insisted on raising a wolfdog. Mother An couldn't talk him out of it, so she had to buy him one.

Once the family had a wolfdog, An Zhiwu's goose was too scared to come out.

That was when the feud between them began.

As children, the two of them fought almost every day.

One day, looking at the front door that had been knocked down in a fight,

Mother An finally lost her patience and roared at them, "You two, go to the kitchen and get a cleaver each, right now. Hack away at each other. If one of you dies, that's one less mouth for me to feed."

An Zhiheng and An Zhiwu were both stunned by Mother An's words.

They looked at each other.

Then both turned and walked away.

From then on, although they stopped fighting, they still couldn't stand each other and never missed a chance to take a jab at the other.

An Zhiheng found it a little unusual that she wasn't speaking.

He couldn't help coughing. "Hey, what was with you vomiting yesterday? You weren't really making yourself throw up, were you?"

An Zhiwu shot him a sidelong glance and said irritably, "Do I look like someone who'd make herself throw up?"

"You really don't. Hey, did you go to the hospital for a checkup? You'd better not be sick and make me slave away taking care of you in the end."

"Count on you to take care of me? I'd be lucky if you didn't poison me."

With that, An Zhiwu ignored him and went to the kitchen to help Mother An carry out the dishes.

Mother An had made all of An Zhiwu's favorite dishes. Knowing she liked spicy food, she had even made a special dish of spicy chicken.

At the dinner table, An Zhiheng saw the spicy chicken and began to feel aggrieved. "Mom, aren't you being a little too obvious about playing favorites? How come you make so much good food as soon as An Zhiwu comes home, but when I'm here, you just fob me off with leftovers?"

Mother An put some food on An Zhiwu's plate as she looked at her younger son. "What do you mean, 'An Zhiwu'? She's your older sister. Don't you have any manners? And you've got some nerve complaining. Your sister has been working for over a year since she graduated. What about you? You're home every day, either on the computer or on your phone. Just look at you."

"Mom, I work from home. I have actual work to do on the computer!"

Mother An made no comment on his explanation. "I don't care what you're doing on that computer. Seeing you every day gets on my nerves. Look how filial your sister is. She buys clothes for Mom and Dad and calls us. What about you? All you know how to do is eat at home."

At that, An Zhiheng took issue and immediately retorted, "How am I not filial? Wasn't I the one who bought that massage chair at home for over ten thousand?"

An Zhiheng thought he must have been adopted. Otherwise, why did their parents favor An Zhiwu more and more as they got older?

Mother An ignored him completely and ladled another small bowl of soup for An Zhiwu. "Here, An'an, have some soup. Don't just eat the dishes."

An Zhiheng fumed, stabbing at his food a little harder with his chopsticks.

An Zhiwu was indeed a little hungry, so she picked up some food and put it in her mouth.

But after just a few bites, acid began rising in her previously hungry stomach, followed by the urge to vomit.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and went to the bathroom to throw up.

Mother An and An Zhiheng looked at each other across the dinner table.