[Son, you haven't streamed in ages. Are you still there?]
[Son, hurry up and stream. Let Mommy see how you're doing. Are you okay?]
[Wifey! Wifey, are you still alive? They all say you offended Feng and got assassinated, sob sob sob. If you're there, say something!]
[Wifey, I've been scared and worried ever since you offended Wang Jun. This day finally came. Sigh, wifey, of all the people you could've offended, why Feng Chi? Now look what's happened. We'll never see you again, sob sob sob.]
Wen Jiu: ...
It was his first time seeing fans think of nothing but their own idol getting offed.
He was perfectly fine, yet people were already mourning him.
Absolutely ridiculous.
Even more ridiculous was that the comment actually had 19,000 likes.
There were 2,834 replies alone. He opened them, only to find one uniform chorus of "Wifey, sob sob sob."
Wen Jiu: ... Stop taking this down a dirty track. Your wifey isn't dirty.
Pah!
Wen Jiu belatedly realized: You're the wifey!
Do I really look that unlike a big, beefy top?
Why isn't anyone calling me hubby?
Indignant, Wen Jiu furiously started a livestream and drew a forty-meter-long saber to swing at his fans-
"What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet! You're going to annoy me to death with all that crying!"
The livestream went quiet for only an instant before the viewer count shot straight up. Wen Jiu's vision seemed to blur, and when he looked again, the entire comment section was flooded with "wifey."
Wen Jiu leaned closer and rubbed his eyes.
He was almost starting to forget what the word "wifey" looked like.
"Can't you read the room?" Wen Jiu was exasperated with them. "I'm so handsome and so manly. I'm obviously hubby."
No sooner had he spoken than "Yes, wifey, be good" drifted across the entire screen.
Wen Jiu froze for a moment before realizing what he had just said.
These fans were rotten to the core!
"You're being unreasonable!" Wen Jiu was furious. "Mourning me in the comments was bad enough, but now you're denying I'm a big, beefy top. Are you even my fans?!"
His fans were usually carefree and used to teasing their idol, but seeing the boy's eyes redden with agitation and anger actually made them feel a little guilty.
They were just about to leave a few comforting comments for their baby when they heard him huff twice and mutter, "I've got a six-pack too, you know. You just don't believe me."
"Fine, don't believe me."
The fans' attention immediately went off track again.
[I believe you. Baby, Mommy believes you. Come on, be good. Lift it up and let Mommy see.]
[Don't believe you. Not unless you show us.]
[Exactly. Let us count. If you really have six, we'll acknowledge you as hubby.]
Wen Jiu pressed his lips together, wavering a little.
If this were the real world, a whole crowd would have fought to call him "hubby" the moment he started streaming. Why would he have needed to go to such lengths?
But things were different now, and he really couldn't go back.
Even getting someone to call him "hubby" was so hard.
Sigh. Life isn't easy. Xiaojiu has to put on a show.
Wen Jiu sighed and was just about to lift the hem of his shirt when a bodyguard knocked at the door.
He paused, put down his phone, and got up to answer it.
Only then did the comments, which had been holding their breath waiting for his abs, grow lively again.
[Girls, have some decency. Even I can't watch this anymore.]
[Only our son's silly enough to get tricked by you every day.]
[I'm just a passerby who came with questions, and even I'm worried this stream will get banned.]
[Hey, you sound awfully righteous. If you've got the guts, why didn't you speak up just now and tell wifey not to lift his shirt?]
[Girls, let me interrupt. Did you see that fancy chandelier the camera just swept past?]
[Saw it!]
[Saw it +1]
[Confirmed: this isn't our son's home. That chandelier alone is from Oushina and costs over seven million. Our son couldn't afford it even if he sold himself.]
[Holy shit, that expensive?!]
[Then it wouldn't be in a hotel either. Eliminate all the other options, and there's only one possibility left.]
Feng Chi.
[So our son really slept with President Feng?]
[Hard to say.]
[Well... isn't it obvious to anyone with eyes?]
[Forget it. Let's leave wifey some dignity. I remember he's straight.]
[...]
Wen Jiu had no idea that in just those few moments, his fans and the other netizens had already dug up so much about him that he didn't even have his pants left.
He opened the door. With a stiff expression, the bodyguard did his best to convey the big boss's wishes. "Hello, madam. The big boss called and said you shouldn't do anything unnecessary."
Wen Jiu tilted his head, a question mark slowly forming over it.
What had he done?
All he'd done was start a livestream??
Besides, wasn't Feng Chi discussing the contract termination?! How did he know what he was doing???
Had he installed surveillance cameras in the room?
Holy shit, was he that much of a pervert?!
But he was a paranoid yandere to begin with. Whatever terrifying things he did in the novel wouldn't be surprising, right?
Wen Jiu's hair stood on end. He nodded stiffly to show he understood, then shut the door and walked back into the room with his arms and legs moving in unison.
Even after picking up his phone and looking at the livestream, he still hadn't recovered.
Instead, because of his suspicions, he kept feeling as though a pair of eyes were watching him from somewhere nearby.
This time, Wen Jiu really had wronged Feng Chi.
In fact, the fuss over Wen Jiu had become so heated that countless people had come to gossip and watch the drama, hoping to find out what was going on. They had pushed his livestream straight to number one on the popularity rankings, and the hashtag #WenJiuLivestream even had a dark red "Exploding" label after it.
There was no way Qu Feng wouldn't know.
The contract termination discussions were put on hold, and both Qu Feng and Feng Chi had to stop to watch Wen Jiu's livestream.
The moment Feng Chi entered the stream, he saw the netizens egging Wen Jiu on to lift his shirt.
A critical hit right on entry.
Big Boss Feng could take no more. He decisively had the bodyguard knock on the door and warn Wen Xiaojiu that he was already a married man, and had only just signed the agreement, so he shouldn't neglect his masculine virtue.
Even showing his abs was out of the question.
A comment: [Hubby, where are your abs?]
Wen Jiu's radar activated, and his hands reacted before his brain could. "Oh, oh..."
Feng Chi: !!!
So angry that he connected directly to Wen Jiu's livestream, he spoke in a low voice laden with fury. "Wen. Xiao. Jiu."
Wen Jiu jolted. "Present!"
The comments: [...]
When Feng Chi's voice appeared in the livestream, every netizen and fan completely exploded.
One little livestream by an obscure, bottom-tier celebrity had brought out the head of Feng Group.