On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 22
by Little PandaSeductive Streamer
Can WeChat be added back?
Yu Yan didn’t know where the impulse came from — she just ran out after her like that.
It was an urge she couldn’t describe, an inability to tolerate the sight of Fu Yunqing, finally seen again after so long, simply vanishing from before her eyes, leaving behind nothing but a violent, unbearable emptiness.
Without thinking, she called out the way she used to: “Fu-jiejie.”
Fu Yunqing stopped. So did the woman who had come out with her — Ran Ling — turning to look back at her.
Yu Yan stood a few meters behind her, frantically smoothing her long hair, which had been blown messy by the wind. Her legs, clad in thin stockings, were exposed to the cold. It was windy. So windy.
The woman before her stood tall and straight, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, resolute and lonely in the biting wind. Her silhouette overlapped perfectly with the one in Yu Yan’s memory, yet she felt so unfamiliar that Yu Yan dared not step any closer.
Fu Yunqing turned her head. Her cold gaze made Yu Yan doubt, for several moments, whether she had really mistaken her for someone else.
Yu Yan’s heart pounded. She opened her mouth, words rising to her lips, then swallowed them back.
Her wind-tousled hair fell across her forehead, blocking her view. She just narrowed her eyes and let it be.
Fu Yunqing spoke two words: “What is it?”
Yu Yan’s heart sank.
It was Fu Yunqing, no doubt. But she had completely changed. The warmth and brightness were gone, replaced by something heavy and somber. The tone she used to deliver those two words was the tone one used with someone detestable — annoyed, yet forced to stop.
Yu Yan didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what she wanted to say.
How was she supposed to bridge the memories that had been cut off? Why had it turned out like this?
“I…” She faltered. “You… you, your…”
Desperate, Yu Yan thought of a reason — somewhat inexplicable, but it didn’t require an immediate detailed answer, and it could test Fu Yunqing’s attitude: “Can we add each other back on WeChat?”
Fu Yunqing looked at her for a few seconds. Yu Yan saw her fingers curl inward. She took a breath and asked: “Why?”
“I…” Yu Yan said weakly, “I… really want to.”
“You want to?”
“Yu Yan, do you think this is funny?” Fu Yunqing’s anger was obvious. Clearly, Yu Yan had touched a raw nerve.
Funny?
What had she done that was funny?
This was the first time Yu Yan had seen her angry. She was a bit frightened, standing there blankly, not knowing what to say.
She thought — should she apologize? Her mother had scammed the Fu family so badly. She really had no face to come looking for Fu Yunqing now. Wanting to add WeChat really was obnoxious.
Yu Yan hesitated.
Fu Yunqing seemed to have lost patience with her. When no response came, she turned to leave.
Desperate, Yu Yan blurted out: “I’m sorry!”
Sorry…
Fu Yunqing’s brow furrowed deeper. Her expression darkened. She seemed to suppress something, then turned away, unable to bear it.
“Hey—!”
Yu Yan watched her stride quickly toward a black commercial vehicle parked by the roadside. Her driver was a woman in a suit with her hair in a bun. Yu Yan’s eyes met hers — the woman’s gaze was complicated — but Yu Yan couldn’t remember her, couldn’t understand the meaning.
The car drove off. Yu Yan lowered her head and blinked.
Lu Yu had chased after her, standing by the bar’s entrance, watching from a distance. Only after Fu Yunqing left did she approach, looking at Yu Yan cautiously. When she met Yu Yan’s lost, soulless gaze, her heart jumped into her throat.
“You…” You didn’t get your memory back, did you? Lu Yu remembered the doctor’s advice — seeing people from the past, receiving stimulation, could suddenly trigger memory recovery.
“…” Yu Yan stood there blankly, saying nothing.
“Hello, your phone seems to have fallen.”
Yu Yan turned. The woman who had been with Fu Yunqing earlier had come back. She bent down, picked up Yu Yan’s cracked phone from the ground, and handed it to her.
So beautiful…
Yu Yan stared at her. Seeing her starstruck expression, Lu Yu relaxed immediately. Definitely no memory recovery. She nudged Yu Yan with her arm, and Yu Yan snapped back to reality. “Oh, oh.” She reached out awkwardly to take the phone, brushing off some dust. “Thank you, thank you.”
Ran Ling said, “The screen seems broken.”
“It’s fine, I’ll… I’ll get it fixed.” Yu Yan’s eyes never left her face, her gaze extremely intense. Ran Ling raised an eyebrow and tilted her head with a smile. “Do you know me?”
Yu Yan had already thrown her earlier melancholy to the wind, nodding frantically. “I do.”
“Just found out. I was drinking at your bar. They said you’re the boss lady.”
“Oh. Is that so.”
“Ran-jiejie, you’re so beautiful. What’s your zodiac sign?”
Ran-jiejie? She even knew her name.
“Capricorn.”
“Wow, same as me.”
Ran Ling laughed. “You’re Yu Yan, right?”
Yu Yan’s eyes lit up. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m a friend of Yunqing’s.” Ran Ling took out her phone and opened her WeChat QR code, asking, “Want to add my WeChat? Next time you come to hear for drinks, I’ll give you a discount.”
“Really?” Yu Yan felt like she’d been hit over the head with happiness. “How much of a discount?”
Ran Ling thought for a moment. “What discount do you want?”
Yu Yan felt this jiejie really knew how to make things difficult. That kind of question wasn’t something you asked a guest — but she was so beautiful, so gentle, so much gentler than Fu Yunqing.
Yu Yan quickly scanned her QR code, her voice sweet: “Whatever discount jiejie gives me is the discount I’ll take.”
Perhaps charmed by her sweetness, jiejie smiled — a beautiful smile that made her whole face bloom. “Alright then, sixty percent.”
Before Yu Yan could thank her, her phone showed that the friend request had been accepted. Ran Ling slipped her phone back into her bag. “I’ll head out now. Someone’s waiting for me.”
“…” Yu Yan watched Ran Ling’s retreating figure. A Lamborghini was parked by the roadside. The woman who owned it — Boss Yu — got out of the driver’s seat and leaned against the car door, watching them with a cool gaze.
Ran Ling walked over, positioning her body to block her line of sight.
“Who’s that?” Yu Ting asked, feigning ignorance. “Did Ling-jiejie just add her on WeChat?”
Ran Ling handed her the bag. “What are you imagining? That’s Yunqing’s little one.”
“Oh?” Yu Ting took another careful look at Yu Yan. “Her?”
“What are you doing?”
Lu Yu was honestly impressed by her. One second she’d been terrified that Fu Yunqing would affect her emotions, and the next second, this person was giggling while adding some other jiejie’s WeChat. The Yu Yan of three years ago was truly heartless and brainless.
Yu Yan had already lost her soul-dejected look, and was equally confused. “I don’t know what I was thinking either. I just chased after her on impulse. I really didn’t expect to run into her here. Also, that boss is so rich. Can running a bar really make that much money? That car is over twenty million. She must have other businesses. So wealthy.”
Lu Yu: “…You almost scared me to death.”
Yu Yan: “Why did you come out? Did you pay?”
Lu Yu: “No.”
“Going back to keep drinking?”
“Let’s go back. I haven’t heard any singing yet.” Even though Fu Yunqing had appeared and left unexpectedly, and the two most popular owners had departed — there wasn’t much special to see — but the long night wasn’t over yet. Yu Yan had finally made it out.
They turned back toward the bar together, both silent. When they returned to their booth to drink and listen to music, the live singer was performing earnestly, but it sounded depressing. A new friend had joined their table, and now six of them were playing drinking games. Yu Yan was much more energetic than when she’d first arrived. Before she knew it, she’d drunk too much and played wildly for hours. At 1 AM, Lu Yu helped her stumble out of the bar.
Lu Yu sat her on a bench by the roadside and pulled out her phone to call a rideshare. The subway had stopped running long ago.
Yu Yan was picky — she insisted on booking a premium business car. Business cars were genuinely expensive. She’d just paid over a thousand for drinks, and her wallet was hurting, so she chose to share the ride. She waited a while before someone accepted the order, then waited another ten-plus minutes for the driver to arrive.
In the car, just as Yu Yan was leaning against Lu Yu’s shoulder about to fall asleep, the driver stopped to pick up another passenger. The person was wearing Bluetooth headphones, talking loudly on the phone with their partner. The noise woke Yu Yan right up. The Young Miss tolerated it in the car, but once they got out, she threw a tantrum.
“Fine, fine. You can shower when you get home and then sleep.”
“This isn’t about sleeping at home! This is about dignity. Lu Yu, if someone recognized me, seeing me this pathetic, they’d laugh themselves to death! Drinking at a bar, sharing a table, and now sharing a ride home drunk — sob sob sob sob sob, I’m such a huge loser…”
Lu Yu: “…”
“You’re not a huge loser. You go back and post a few more videos and you’ll become a huge internet celebrity. Don’t forget I paid for your drinks.”
Yu Yan: “Sob sob sob sob…”
The two stumbled their way to the apartment door. Lu Yu let go of her to dig through her pockets for the keys. The motion-sensor light had been broken for ages and still hadn’t been fixed. Yu Yan lowered her eyes, watching Lu Yu fumble in the dark for her keychain, then suddenly sighed and said, completely out of nowhere: “Looks like you might have been right, Lu Yu. I probably really did cheat on her.”
She didn’t know why, but the tiny bit of disappointment from watching Fu Yunqing walk away without looking back lingered so long.
When she got home, she washed off her makeup and showered in a daze. Yu Yan lay in bed, spacing out, not knowing when she fell asleep. When she woke the next day, it was already 11 AM.
Lu Yu was still home, her phone charging on the nightstand.
The hangover didn’t feel good. Her head was heavy, throbbing whenever she moved. Yu Yan kept her eyes open for a while to collect herself, then noticed the glass of water Lu Yu had poured on the nightstand. She sat up, drank a few sips, and reached for her phone. A bunch of unread messages.
This was the first time since losing her memory that so many people had messaged her. Usually her WeChat was completely silent. Last night she’d added several people, and the unread messages were all from them — Jiang Xuan, and the friend Jiang Xuan had introduced.
And one contact saved as 【Ran-jiejie】.
Ran-jiejie: 【I’ve accepted your friend request. We can start chatting now.】
Ran-jiejie: 【The staff said you drank a lot last night. Did you get home safely?】
The hangover made her brain slow. Yu Yan stared at the messages for a while before her messy memories clarified — Ran Ling, and the fact that she’d seen Fu Yunqing last night.
She’d seen Fu Yunqing. Seen a Fu Yunqing who was a complete stranger.
The blow was devastating. If she’d still held onto any fantasy, Fu Yunqing was the one who’d come specifically to announce that she’d been thoroughly abandoned by the past.
Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar relationships, unfamiliar self, unfamiliar Fu Yunqing — everything and everyone had cruelly moved forward. Only she had been left behind.
That was why she’d drunk so much last night, and then had a breakdown over sharing a ride, crying and wailing all the way home.
Lu Yu had really put up with so much taking care of her. Yu Yan decided to be good today, not picky about anything, and cause less trouble.
With her mind made up, Yu Yan first replied to Ran Ling: 【Made it home safely, just woke up】
Ran-jiejie: 【Good. Head hurt?】
Yu Yan: 【A little】
Yu Yan: 【crying face.jpg】
Ran-jiejie: 【Living alone? Or with a friend? Do you have honey at home? You can make honey water, it helps.】
Yu Yan: 【Living with a friend. I’ll go check if we have honey right now. Thank you jiejie】
Yu Yan: 【cat sending heart.jpg】
Ran Ling didn’t reply again. Seemed like the bar owner was just doing a routine check on her safety. Would the sixty percent discount actually work next time? If so, Yu Yan decided to go there from now on. So happy. Special treatment.
She sent simple replies to the others’ messages too — new friends she’d met last night, Jiang Xuan and her friend. They were really university students, messaging her early in the morning about their eight AM classes.
Yu Yan had zero interest in eight AM classes. She sent a few perfunctory replies, then got up to wash.
Before losing her memory, she’d been a rising junior at an ordinary art school in Yuncheng, majoring in oil painting. In high school, Yu Lan had wanted to send her abroad, but she’d been infatuated with the class genius next door and stayed behind for love, coasting through her days. Yu Lan had always planned for her to go abroad and study business, but then her marriage to Fu Yunqing happened, so they delayed a few years. Naturally, she never went.
What a disaster. She hadn’t even managed to get that gold-plated degree before her mother collapsed and disappeared. Yu Yan didn’t understand the situation at all, and the more she searched online, the more terrified she became, afraid someone would come knocking to collect debts.
In the living room, Lu Yu had already prepared breakfast and put it in the microwave. She sat on the sofa reading a book. Seeing Yu Yan emerge, she greeted her: “Awake?”
Yu Yan replied weakly: “Mm…”
“Do we have honey at home?”
Lu Yu: “Yeah, in the kitchen.”
Yu Yan: “I want honey water.”
Lu Yu: “Mm, make it yourself.”
Yu Yan: “…hmph.”
Lu Yu set down her book. By the time Yu Yan finished washing up, made the honey water with some effort, and sat down to gnaw on the sandwich she’d taken out of the microwave, Lu Yu gave her some serious news: “I just paid rent.”
Yu Yan froze mid-chew.
Lu Yu: “One quarter’s worth. Twelve thousand.”
Yu Yan: “…”
Lu Yu continued: “Do you know how much I paid for drinks last night?”
Yu Yan: “…”
Lu Yu: “Two thousand three hundred.”
Yu Yan chewed and swallowed the sandwich in her mouth, took another bite, and didn’t dare say a word.
“So,” Lu Yu told her solemnly, “this month we have to be careful with spending.”
Being careful with spending meant the two of them averaging no more than thirty yuan per meal. Lu Yu told her there was a “group ordering” feature on the food delivery app — she’d have to buy meals there, it would be much cheaper. It meant Yu Yan’s dream of replacing her hard mattress would remain just that — a dream. It meant no more bar trips this month. She’d just have to wither away at home.
What could Yu Yan do? She was just a lapdog being raised by Lu Yu. If Lu Yu told her to save money, she had to obey. Could she really throw a tantrum?
It couldn’t go on like this.
Under the pressure of money, Yu Yan had to start thinking about livestreaming to make some cash.
After finishing her sandwich, she opened Douyin and started messing around. The video she’d posted the night before last was still trending — over two million likes, over a hundred thousand comments, and her follower count had grown to over thirty thousand. In Lu Yu’s words: it had exploded.
She hadn’t done anything. Just casually posted two selfies. Turned out beauty really could put food on the table.
Yu Yan smiled with satisfaction and thought, why not ride this wave and livestream tonight? Staying home was boring anyway. Might as well chat with them, satisfy their thirst for her beauty.
And so, the Young Miss, suddenly lifted up high, decided with a charitable attitude to start researching her livestreaming look and outfit in the afternoon. She searched online for guides on how to livestream — she’d need to buy a phone stand and a ring light, things that could be ordered for delivery. Lu Yu approved of this investment.
At 4 PM, Yu Yan started working on her makeup. Around 8 PM, she officially started her stream. She sat at her desk and looked at herself on her phone’s front camera — the background was curtains drawn tight, ambient lighting glowing at the side. Her face looked beautiful on camera. She’d put real effort into this makeup — the eye makeup alone had taken over half an hour. Petal-shaped eyes with upturned corners, lashes curled just right, blue colored contacts, her long hair in small braids, plus fox ears. Sweet, with a hint of allure and cunning.
Yu Yan was satisfied. She started the stream and even wrote a bio for her channel, emphasizing her sexual orientation: 【I’m le】I’m le1
For her first stream, she was a bit nervous. Seeing a steady stream of users entering her channel, Yu Yan watched them. Only after people started greeting her one by one did she say: “Good evening.”
As soon as she spoke, a sports car flashed across her screen. Yu Yan was confused. The sports car was followed by a bullet comment: The streamer’s voice is so nice too.
So that was a gifted item. Yu Yan didn’t know yet how much a sports car was worth, but it looked fancy. Someone had praised her voice, which made her happy. She curved her lips and said in an unfamiliar sweet, alluring tone: “Thank you for the sports car~”
The streamer 【Don’t Get Tricked by Women Again】 had gone two days without posting after her viral video — no replies to comments, no replies to DMs, no bio on her Douyin. She’d been mysterious enough to build plenty of curiosity. Now that she’d responded to a gift, her viewers felt she was real. Bullet comments flooded in:
Bullet comment: Is the streamer a university student?
Bullet comment: Is the streamer really a lesbian?
Bullet comment: Where does the streamer go to school?
Bullet comment: Why this username? Has the streamer been tricked by a woman?
The streamer propped up her chin, quite satisfied with their enthusiasm.
…
Ran Ling and Fu Yunqing had met at a banquet years ago.
Fu Yunqing rarely attended such events. Unlike other family heirs who worked so hard to make their presence known in social circles, she preferred to teach her classes and play her guzheng, living simply, doing only the business she liked. Though Ran Ling had heard of her before, that night was their first meeting.
She had been thirty then, already married. Her wife was the only daughter of the Lanshan Group chairman — Yu Yan — very young, still in university, a sheltered Young Miss who knew nothing of the world.
Ran Ling still vaguely remembered the small details from when she’d run into her in a hidden corner that night.
The woman in her elegant formal gown had stood with her neck slightly bowed, holding her phone away from the noise, talking to someone — God knows who — on the line. Her expression had been relaxed, not like she was dealing with anything urgent.
“What’s wrong?” Her tone was completely different from the detached coldness she’d shown in the social setting earlier — warm, stripped of all defenses, giving the call an air of intimacy.
“I want to go out and play.” The voice on the other end was faint, barely audible, clearly a girl speaking to Fu Yunqing in a whining tone.
“With who?” Fu Yunqing asked.
The girl mumbled a name, then emphasized: “You’ve met her.”
“It’s just a private party. At her villa. Some other friends will be there… You’re not home and I’m so bored. Honey’s already asleep. He won’t play with me. Jiejie, sob sob, I want to go play mahjong with them…”
The little sister seemed to be under strict supervision. Going out required reporting and approval. Her whining was practiced and sweet. Fu Yunqing indulged her but still imposed gentle restrictions: “No alcohol. Don’t stay up late. You have class tomorrow. Play until ten-thirty, and I’ll pick you up then.”
“Okay~ Wife, don’t worry. I definitely won’t drink. I’m going to give you all the money I win at mahjong. How’s that? Wife is so happy, right? Hmph, just you wait. That brand you like just released a new necklace…”
She laughed softly, indulgently going along with the big talk. The call ended with “kisses.”
…
Later, something big had made the news — they divorced. Fu Yunqing wasn’t the type to share details. Few people knew what had really happened between them, and Ran Ling was no more than a semi-acquaintance.
But last night, the concern Miss Yunqing had for that little one had been written all over her face. For someone usually warm and polite to speak in such a cold tone to a young woman, and to look so unbearably reluctant — it really made one curious.
Bored and on a whim, not caring if she might annoy her, Ran Ling sent Fu Yunqing a screenshot of her WeChat chat with Yu Yan.
Just a screenshot. No text attached.
Though she hadn’t saved Yu Yan’s contact name, Fu Yunqing clearly recognized who it was — her profile picture was distinctive.
Fu Yunqing replied quickly: 【What are you doing?】
No tone, but it seemed like an interrogation.
Ran Ling sighed innocently: 【Thought she was kind of cute】
Immediately, Ran Ling sent another screenshot — the streamer 【Don’t Get Tricked by Women Again】’s homepage.
Ran Ling: 【This is her, right?】
Perhaps Yu Yan was destined for internet fame. In just one hour, her channel had over thirty thousand concurrent viewers. Gifts poured in constantly, popularity still rising.
She was happy, of course — happy and smug. From being unfamiliar at first, she gradually got comfortable, lounging comfortably in the crowded chat room and radiating her charm.
She rested her chin on one hand, eyelids half-lowered, lazy and casual like a noble, willful cat observing the bullet comments flying across her screen. Her pace was slow. Only the more interesting comments made her bother to respond. But if someone sent a gift, they’d earn a sweet, special thank-you.
That’s right. She was biased. What could she do? Only gifts could make her perk up.
Suddenly, a yacht exploded across her screen. Yu Yan’s eyes instantly brightened, lips curving up as she sat up straight, eyes full of sweet adoration, speaking in a syrupy voice: “Thank you, Jiejie Blue, for the yacht. Love you~”
Even the most noble cat couldn’t resist the temptation of treats. She’d eaten her fill and would put away her sharp claws, all soft and clingy. She knew she had to charm the rich fans who liked her. She was so sweet — surely no jiejie could resist sending another gift?
Just as she thought, several users kept gifting her.
New people kept entering. Many of the bullet comments repeated the same questions: how old is the streamer, what type does she like, has she dated before, does she have a girlfriend, where does she go to school, and so on.
People were always excessively curious about other people’s privacy. Plus, Yu Yan’s username invited too much speculation. Someone always asked:
: 【Has the streamer really been tricked by a woman?】
: 【Can you talk about your romantic history?】
: 【Tricked out of money or out of feelings?】
…
Honestly, it was just a name Yu Yan had picked randomly. If anyone had been tricked, it was probably her tricking people out of feelings… But Yu Yan would never admit that. She twirled a hair tie around her finger, putting on a pitiful, wronged act despite being the bad girl: “Mm… yeah. Money and feelings, all tricked away. That’s why I’m livestreaming. Living really hard now. Dream is to get adopted by a rich sugar mommy.”
Her Top 1 【blue】 saw this and sent a few more yachts: 【Can I be that person?】
Yu Yan half-joked: “Of course you can.”
blue: 【Then baby, check your DMs~】
blue: 【I sent a few messages two days ago, you never replied】
Before Yu Yan could respond, a string of rockets suddenly exploded across her screen, drawing her attention away —
She checked the sender’s ID. It was a user with no name, just numbers. Strange. Why wouldn’t a rich woman giving gifts pick a nice name for her to remember?
But wow, generous. Yu Yan looked at the number after the rockets — x20. Twenty rockets at once. The special effects filled the screen for a long time, instantly replacing blue as the Top 1.
“Thank you…” Yu Yan smiled gratefully, speaking with wonder and adoration.
She’d thought this mysterious rich woman would just drop a string of rockets and watch coldly from the sidelines. But she spoke.
User xxxx: 【You’re welcome.】
“You didn’t pick a name?” Yu Yan said. “It’s hard for me to remember you like this. How about I give you a name? What do you think?”
User xxxx didn’t answer. Yu Yan knew she must be happy — after sending so many gifts, she obviously liked her a lot. She’d enjoy being given a name. So Yu Yan looked around thoughtfully and began: “Mm…”
“The weather was nice today, but I didn’t go out. My friend told me there was a beautiful sunset this evening. She took photos, really artsy ones — the sky was that purple color like it had been burned by fire. I really love purple. If I could’ve seen it in person, my mood tonight would’ve been even better than now. But, oh well, life has no ‘ifs.’ What to do? Life has no ‘ifs.’ That’s a sad thing. So, I really hope your life can have ‘ifs.’ So…”
“How about your ID is ’You Ruguo’? What do you think?”
The bullet comments all praised her naming skills, calling her a genius of logic. But Yu Yan waited a long time, and the rich woman didn’t make a sound. Who knew if she’d agreed or not?
Did she not like it? Not like the name, or not like her taking the initiative to be clever? Rich women’s moods were so hard to read. Yu Yan had known plenty of rich jiejies with strange temperaments. Of course, even with weird temperaments, she was still happy to hang out with them. Yu Yan’s tolerance for women was extremely high.
She’d never criticize a woman.
The rich woman didn’t respond. Yu Yan didn’t feel awkward. She still had plenty of goodwill toward this rich jiejie who’d sent twenty rockets in one go, so she asked patiently: “Do you not like it?”
“If you don’t like it, I can think of another one.”
“But you have to tell me.”
“…”
“Are you gone?” She frowned, her tonecautious and careful2, full of pleading. She was really afraid her Top 1 mommy would leave. Wouldn’t she give a few more gifts?
Would she fall for this?
Would her heart soften?
Would she feel sorry for her and keep sending gifts?
She had confidence in this area. She’d always known her own appeal. Chef Yu’s specialty was fishing.
She waited a bit longer. Nothing came. When she started replying to other rich fans’ bullet comments, that stingy rich mommy suddenly sent another dozen rockets. Yu Yan clearly saw that the ID following the rockets had changed from a string of numbers to 【You Ruguo】.
She knew it.
Yu Yan smiled smugly.
She couldn’t say no to her, could she, Jiejie.
Her first livestream, she didn’t really know the process or what to do. Aside from thanking people for gifts, Yu Yan played with a rubber band, spun a pen, drank water. Half the time she just propped up her chin and lazily watched bullet comments, replying when she felt like it.
No interesting topics, no video call segments. It seemed pretty boring. Despite that, her viewer count kept climbing instead of dropping.
Probably because her face was distinctive enough to be pretty, she’d hit the trending page, and eighty percent of people who scrolled past stopped to watch, then got stuck listening to her gentle, pleasant voice.
That’s what Yu Yan thought, occasionally glancing at her rising viewer count, feeling smug.
Even though there wasn’t much activity or talking, she still felt tired. She checked the time — nearly ten. She’d been streaming for almost two hours. A normal person would ride the wave of popularity and keep going, but Yu Yan didn’t hide her laziness, telling her viewers she was ending the stream.
The bullet comments begged her to stay, surprised she was stopping so early. But no one could stop her from wanting to rest — she felt she’d done enough. Two hours of work was already her limit. She couldn’t treat herself so harshly.
It wasn’t that Yu Yan was zen and didn’t care about traffic or making money. It was simply that she was spoiled, unwilling to suffer even a little or tire herself even slightly. She might seem unreliable, but she was still clear about certain things’ value and importance.
Before ending, Yu Yan made a special point of saying goodbye to her Top 1 mommy with extra energy:
“Bye-bye~ Jiejie, you’ll come watch me next time, right? Right? Come watch me next time too, okay? Okay?”
After acting cute, she winked at the camera, then leaned in close and covered the lens with her hand, lowering her voice to say “Love you,” before leaving the stream.
Ending the livestream, Yu Yan immediately relaxed her straight spine and collapsed onto the sofa.
Lu Yu pushed the door open. “Finished?”
“Mm.” Yu Yan held her phone, scrolling. “How do I see how much I made?”
“Let me look?” Lu Yu leaned over to check, tapping through to the backend stats. She read out: “Over twenty-three thousand.”
“The platform takes a huge cut, like fifty percent. People sent almost fifty thousand in gifts total.”
First livestream, less than two hours, nearly fifty thousand in gifts. All Lu Yu could say was that Yu Yan had good luck. She wasn’t surprised — she’d watched the stream earlier, mainly worried Yu Yan might not know what she was doing her first time. At first she’d thought Yu Yan propping her chin up without talking would make it boring, but she hadn’t expected so many people rushing to throw gifts at her.
The Young Miss had good luck. Incredible luck. Moving her lips for less than two hours and earning what took Lu Yu two months’ salary.
“Over twenty-three thousand…” Yu Yan lay on her bed, mumbling the number to the ceiling. Happy? Sure, happy. But not that happy. What was twenty-something thousand to be happy about? In the past, that wouldn’t have been enough for one day’s pocket money. What could twenty-something thousand buy? One meal, one night’s drinks — couldn’t do anything with it. Yu Yan could blow it with a wave of her hand, and it was so exhausting to earn.
She was even thinking — even worrying — if she livestreamed every day from now on, two hours a day, she’d only make twenty thousand a day. That’s only six hundred thousand a month. Not even enough for one month’s allowance when she was eighteen. Not even enough for one red envelope from her grandma when she was little.
She felt her life was still pitch black. If none of this had happened, she would’ve inherited her mother’s billions — money she couldn’t earn from livestreaming even if she lived to ninety!
“Sob sob sob sob sob…” It was all Yu Lan’s fault. She must have gotten her hands dirty, must have touched something illegal. What kind of mother was she, ruining her child’s billionaire future like that? Didn’t she think about her kid when she was doing things?
“What’s wrong?”
Yu Yan was wailing again. Lu Yu laughed: “Not enough?”
Yu Yan: “Pitifully little.”
Lu Yu: “Then work harder next time. Make the jiejies send more.”
Yu Yan resisted: “I don’t want to work hard at all.”
Lu Yu sighed: “Then what can you do.”
Yu Yan sat up like a fish leaping, grabbing Lu Yu’s arm in frustration: “What did I do wrong? I just want my old life back. Who stole my life, Lu Yu? I won’t accept it!”
“No, I can’t keep going like this. Too little money. I have to find a super rich sugar mommy to adopt me!” she declared fiercely.
The first step to finding a super rich sugar mommy was eyeing the super rich sugar mommies. Yu Yan got up to remove her makeup. Once she finished, she felt much more relaxed. She withdrew all her earnings from the day, transferred thirteen thousand to Lu Yu, and kept ten thousand for herself. To reward herself, she ordered dessert from a place she used to love — nearly a thousand gone in one click. The delivery hadn’t arrived yet. She curled up in bed, hugging a pillow, lying on her side and checking her Douyin DMs.
She’d memorized several IDs from the gifters tonight. They’d indeed DM’d her — some saying goodnight, some asking to add WeChat, some sending praise. That 【You Ruguo】 miss who’d sent the most was quite cold, hadn’t messaged her yet.
Which of them could be the super rich sugar mommy?
You Ruguo was most likely — she’d been the most generous. Lu Yu said she’d sent almost seventy thousand in gifts.
Did she like her? Had she been charmed by her pre-stream wink and “love you”? Did she have designs on her?
Why didn’t she DM her?
Yu Yan simply replied to a few others’ DMs, didn’t agree to add WeChat — mainly because she didn’t want to deal with the endless messages that might come, plus she didn’t like the way they talked.
She played on her phone while waiting for You Ruguo to message her. She waited and waited until she forgot. Dessert arrived, and Lu Yu called her to eat.
They watched a movie together. By the end, she could barely keep her eyes open. She went back to her room, washed up, and collapsed into sleep.
The next day, she still didn’t get a DM from 【You Ruguo】. No justice in the world — didn’t even want to add her WeChat. But the video’s likes and views had gone up a lot. Lu Yu told her she could join some program where views converted to money. Yu Yan couldn’t be bothered, so she let Lu Yu handle it all.
“Livestreaming tonight?”
Yu Yan really liked the red bean cake from Cantonese morning tea. She chatted while eating. Lu Yu asked casually. Yu Yan shook her head, willful: “Don’t want to. Too tired.”
“Then when? Your second video?”
Yu Yan said: “Don’t know about the second video yet… I’ll stream when I run out of money.”
Mhm, stream when she ran out of money. That was very Yu Yan. Such huge popularity right in front of her, and she couldn’t care less. Most people couldn’t achieve that kind of detachment.
“Can’t make much money anyway. No point chasing popularity.”
Two hours to make twenty thousand — that was “not making much money” in Yu Yan’s book.
Of course, the Young Miss was sincere. She wasn’t being falsely modest. That amount really didn’t count as much in her eyes.
After Lu Yu explained things, Yu Yan had some understanding of the industry. The big influencers made most of their money from selling products or doing ads. She had no interest in selling products or doing ads. She just didn’t want to work. Livestreaming to charm women was just because she had no money and was desperate.
She firmly believed this life was temporary… Temporary. Sooner or later, she’d return to her old life.
Today was Monday. After breakfast, Lu Yu left for work. Yu Yan curled up on the sofa for a while, went back to her room to sleep in. Woke up at 10 AM — still early for someone with nothing to do.
But not boring. WeChat and Douyin both had people messaging her.
The people on Douyin messaging her were fans with designs on her, but she wasn’t sure if they were super rich sugar mommies, so she hadn’t added any. The people on WeChat were the university students she’d been drinking with.
She’d added two people — Jiang Xuan, and another named Chen Hao who also had designs on her.
She could tell Chen Hao had those kinds of feelings for her. The past two days she’d kept messaging her, sharing daily life things. Yu Yan thought she was just an immature university student, couldn’t get interested. The other girl probably noticed, because today she didn’t send a morning message. Instead, Jiang Xuan asked if she wanted to drink tonight — she had new friends to bring along.
Yu Yan: 【Any pretty rich women?】
Jiang Xuan: 【You want a rich woman? Of course there are.】
Yu Yan: 【Really?】
Jiang Xuan: 【Really. I know quite a few rich women. There’s one in Yuncheng today, she’s my jiejie’s friend. Runs a company. Total rich woman. Super pretty.】
Jiang Xuan: 【So? Should I invite her? You come too?】
Nothing to do anyway, so Yu Yan agreed. Jiang Xuan said they’d go to hear again.
Hearing “hear,” Yu Yan thought of that super beautiful boss lady. She and her wife really were a good match. Yu Yan had checked her Moments — more than half were photos of the two of them. Gym photos, travel photos, daily life photos, and so on. So happy, so in love.
Her girlfriend had an amazing body, too. They had a bit of a height difference. God, so jealous she could touch a woman’s abs every day.
Since she was going to hear tonight, and she already had WeChat, could she use that privilege? Yu Yan messaged her without thinking: 【Will Ran-jiejie and Boss Yu be at the bar tonight?】
Ran Ling replied after a while: 【Why?】
Yu Yan: 【Nothing, just asking since I’m going drinking tonight.】
Ran Ling: 【Depends on your luck.】
Such a teasing jiejie. Yu Yan behaved: 【Okay~】
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