Salted-Fish Mutt

Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Seven

It was fine if he could not find him. This uploader had not updated in ages. Every time Li Wenchuan logged into Little Broken Site, he would first click in for a look. He was very reserved, very careful, and basically only put on his headphones and opened it when he was alone.

Li Wenchuan did not even use Bluetooth. He was afraid it would suddenly fail to connect and play out loud. Afraid of being linked to it, he never liked, followed, tipped, or bookmarked anything. As for whether he felt guilty... in another sense, he was the uploader's food and clothing provider, wasn't he?

After confirming that Jiang Hansheng truly was not home, Li Wenchuan lay on the bed, propped up his pillow, turned over, and watched the video.

--<The River and Sky, One Color Without a Speck of Dust: Two-Faced Little Mutt × Eldest Young Master of a Wealthy Family>. A chance glance amid the sea of people had destined them to be entangled for the rest of their lives.

Li Wenchuan: Hiss... ha... So cheesy.

His toes curled unconsciously beneath the covers, but with those eyes, he simply could not stop himself from continuing.

The uploader had compiled footage from Li Wenchuan's previous livestream and variety show, pairing it with Jiang Hansheng's down-to-earth mutt image in the film Thirty-Six Years to unfold a deep love that crossed class boundaries.

The little mutt planted trees in a wasteland, his face covered in dust and dirt, sweat sliding down from his temples. Seen against the light, the man's silhouette was exceptionally striking.

The young master, newly sent to the countryside, sat atop a tractor and stared curiously at the new world of fields and farmland. Pointing into the distance, he asked, "Who's that? He's