Cen Muxiao's Reaction

Guo Lantai's livestream could be called a victorious first battle. Over the course of more than two hours, he not only gained over a hundred thousand fans but also did an excellent job promoting his new song.

For a complete unknown with no fame whatsoever, such results were an absolutely incredible gain. Not many newcomers could pull it off.

Throughout the livestream, aside from singing "Stars" several times at his fans' request, Guo Lantai also gave them a few chances to request songs. Fortunately, the original owner's reputation as a walking song library had not been earned for nothing. The songs his fans requested were all classics he knew well, and he appropriately performed a few lines of each, sending the livestream into repeated frenzies.

"Today was seriously worth it. Tai Bao sounds amazing singing anything!"

"Tai Bao, debut already! I'll be your little manager!"

"Exactly! How could this tiny livestream room possibly contain Tai Bao's talent? You have to debut!"

"Hey, hey, everyone! How could Tai Bao's rich and powerful husband bear to let him enter the entertainment industry? The waters in this circle run deep!"

"If I remember correctly, Jiahua Entertainment is a media company under Cen Group, right? Shouldn't they support one of their own?"

"The commenter above has a point. I support Tai Bao debuting as a superstar singer!"

"Wuwu! I feel like I'm about to lose Lou Chenyu. Splitting one heart in two hurts, okay?!"

"I'm naturally fickle. I can love anyone!"

Debuting was a path he would have to take sooner or later, but Guo Lantai had no intention of making any statement about it in the livestream. Seeing that it was about time, he spoke up to stop the discussion. "I was really happy to meet all of you today, and thank you so much for your support. Because of you, my first stream was such a success. Let's call it here for today—the streamer is signing off. I'll be waiting for you in the Jun Ruo Lan Xi livestream room at one tomorrow afternoon. See you next time! Bye-bye!"

Still smiling and waving goodbye to everyone, Guo Lantai tapped the icon and exited the livestream directly. Otherwise, the discussion in the chat would not die down anytime soon, and waiting for them to leave on their own would be hopeless.

More than two hours was neither particularly long nor particularly short, but he was already feeling noticeably tired. He truly admired those major streamers who went live for five or six hours at a time, or even more than ten. Even if they were simply chatting with fans, it still took a great deal of mental energy and stamina.

Still, when he thought about the number of fans he had gained today, he felt quite accomplished. Stretching lazily, he flopped onto his back on the bed and could not help thinking, I hope these great results aren't just a flash in the pan!

Guo Lantai checked the time. There was still a while before Cen Muxiao got off work and came home, so he was in no hurry to go downstairs for dinner. He had only been singing and chatting, but staring at his phone screen the entire time had strained his eyes terribly. He needed to close them and rest for a while. Yet the moment he relaxed, he fell asleep just like that.

Thus, when Cen Muxiao returned to the villa, he saw only Uncle Meng waiting at the entrance. Even after entering the main hall, he did not see Song Anning anywhere.

These past few days, whenever he came home from work, the first person he saw would be Song Anning waiting at the door, followed by Guo Lantai strolling downstairs to rush over for dinner. The two had vastly different attitudes, but neither of them was usually absent.

The unusual quiet today made him feel somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Anning isn't back yet?"

Cen Muxiao asked Uncle Meng. He knew Song Anning was going out for an interview today, but he did not know which company he had interviewed with or how long he would be gone.

Recently, Song Anning had kept his own plans tightly under wraps. Though he was being mysterious, he also appeared extremely confident, so Cen Muxiao had not forced him to explain. After all, he understood Song Anning. Before he had a certain degree of confidence in something, he would not casually speak of it.

Sometimes, Cen Muxiao quietly wondered whether Song Anning was keeping it a secret because he wanted to give him a surprise later.

Hearing the question, Uncle Meng shook his head. "Mr. Song went out after lunch and hasn't returned yet. But Little Li is driving him around, so nothing will happen."

"Mm. Then we'll wait a little longer."

"Young Master, do you mean we should wait for Mr. Song before serving dinner? It's nearly ready now and can be served at any time."

Though only one person was home, Uncle Meng had still prepared dinner as usual. He had only been waiting for his young master to return and give the order to serve it.

After thinking briefly, Cen Muxiao nodded lightly. "Mm, let's wait a little longer. I'll go upstairs and call him."

After answering simply, he turned to glance toward the dining room, then could not help looking toward the stairs. The person who usually came down the moment he smelled food was being rather reserved today.

"Where's Guo Lantai?"

Cen Muxiao could not help asking after all. With Song Anning absent, was he too lazy to make an appearance?

"Uh, Mr. Guo hasn't shown himself all afternoon either. I brought him some tea and pastries midway through, and he seemed to be singing. He should have been livestreaming and performing some talent."

Although Uncle Meng was getting on in years, he knew a little about the trendy things young people enjoyed. When he had nothing to do, he liked scrolling through videos or watching livestreams to pass the time, so he immediately guessed what Guo Lantai was doing.

Cen Muxiao was rather curious when he heard that. "He's livestreaming? And singing? What talent is he performing?"

He had never imagined it, nor had he cared to learn anything about Guo Lantai. His most direct impression was that Guo Lantai was an unruly, spoiled, thick-skinned brat who relied on favor, a typical useless rich second-generation heir who had been indulged by his family. Suddenly hearing that he possessed some kind of talent was difficult for him to believe.

Only speeding around and acting cool suited his style.

Uncle Meng frowned as he thought about it. "I saw Mr. Guo holding a guitar and singing while he played. That should be his talent."

"He can actually play the guitar!"

Cen Muxiao was mildly surprised, then asked, "Where did he get a guitar?"

Guo Lantai had indeed brought quite a lot of things back from home that day, but Cen Muxiao had not seen anything like a guitar among them.

"Oh, it's like this. Mr. Guo has been ordering things online these past few days, and that guitar was one of them. I even signed for it when it was delivered. I asked him about it, and he said his previous guitar had broken and could no longer be used, so he didn't bring it with him.

To be honest, I listened outside the door for a little while. Though I don't know much about musical instruments either, I could tell that Mr. Guo had practiced quite a lot.

But that isn't the main point, Young Master. The important thing is that Mr. Guo sings really beautifully. Even at my age, I couldn't help wanting to listen a little longer. If you get the chance, you should visit his livestream room and have a listen too!"

The more Uncle Meng spoke, the brighter his eyes became. After sighing with emotion for a while, he could not resist offering his young master a suggestion. What use was there in him saying it sounded good? It only counted once the other person heard it for himself!

Upon hearing that, Cen Muxiao somewhat regretted asking so much. What did Guo Lantai's talent have to do with him? It was just a guitar, the instrument with the lowest barrier to entry. Being able to play it did not make him particularly talented, did it?

As he thought this, even his gaze at Uncle Meng turned sharp. "Why would I go watch? To see how he embarrasses himself? He's already entered the Cen family, yet he's still doing such useless things. He really has no proper business at all!"

Song Anning had even gone out to look for a job, while Guo Lantai only knew how to hole up at home and fool around. Did he not have even the slightest ambition?

At that thought, he raised his hand to check the time, then turned and instructed Uncle Meng, "Serve dinner now. Go tell him to come downstairs immediately."

He refused to believe Guo Lantai would skip dinner just for a livestream. If he wanted to eat, then he had to end the stream. How could he have the nerve to perform such pathetic talent for others in a livestream room?

And besides, had he gotten Cen Muxiao's permission to show his face in public like that?

Every word and action of Mrs. Cen represented the Cen family. Did Guo Lantai even remember that he was the Cen family's young madam?

Uncle Meng had no idea that their young master had unconsciously tied Guo Lantai to Mrs. Cen again. What he thought was that serving dinner immediately meant they would not wait for Mr. Song to return.

Was their young master worried that Mr. Guo would go hungry?