Mu Wan directly opened the gift section below and chose only the expensive gifts, not caring about the ones that were the right choice.

[Visitor ‘Chamomile Lotus Root’ gives away 10 Luxurious Castles, everyone come grab the coins!]
[Visitor ‘Chamomile Lotus Root’ gives away 10 Phantom Rolls Royces, everyone come grab the coins!]
[Visitor ‘Chamomile Lotus Root’ gives away…×10, everyone come grab the coins!]

Chamomile Lotus Root was the system-generated ID for Mu Wan’s account, and she didn’t bother changing it. As a result, the viewers in the live stream were fortunate enough to witness a no-name account becoming a Supreme VIP in just ten minutes. The crowd went wild, eager to say something, but they had to hold back as the special effects from the gift screen were still playing out. Once the account became Supreme VIP, the messages from Mu Wan appeared much larger than everyone else’s and automatically pushed to the front of the comments, ensuring that anyone who could see at least a little would notice them.

[It’s me, Wan, I don’t mind O Lan riding on my fame, stop cursing him, it’s getting really annoying.]

After the gift effects subsided, the huge banner with her message flashed across the screen. The live chat instantly went silent. O Lan, the person involved, was frozen, standing still like a wooden statue. The next second, countless comments flooded the screen.

[Holy crap, what am I seeing? Dozens of big gifts, that’s gotta be worth tens of thousands of RMB, a rich lady hugging the thigh! Ahhh!]
[It’s really the Wan from the game, she came to help the streamer clarify.]
[Actually, there’s nothing to clarify. I was there during the previous stream, and O Lan told the other person he was live. The skins were voluntarily given by Wan, but some people started accusing the streamer of deliberately getting close to a rich woman to scam skins.]
[Looks like the streamer was set up, played with by actors in ranked matches. Every time his stats go up, rumors spread, and they even cursed his whole family. That’s just cruel.]
[Does no one think Wan is very loyal? It’s just a game, and seeing the streamer getting bashed, she immediately came to explain and even sent so many gifts.]

O Lan, who had been frozen like a wooden mannequin, finally snapped back to reality. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, his eyes turned red. He pulled his hoodie over his head to cover his face and choked on his words.

“Thank you, Wan, for the gifts. You shouldn’t have, it’s not your problem. I’ll refund the money to you later, just send me your WeChat.” His parents had passed away early, and his sister, who had been his only companion, had recently been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. It had been a long time since anyone had stood up for him like this.

Chamomile Lotus Root: [No need, log in, ranked games!]

The crowd: …So the rich lady made such a big fuss just to play the game?

[Handsome, skilled streamer and his number one, foolish sister, wow, I kinda ship this. What’s going on here?]
[+1]
[+2]
[+10086]

On the other side, in the HW professional player group chat:

Humanity is worth it;
[Screenshot, @Ye, Ye, your crystal is about to be stolen.]

This message instantly exploded with numerous replies.

[Is this the Wan that Ye secretly duo-queued with on a smurf account? Wow!]
[Ye, be careful. Stop focusing solely on training, or you won’t even realize when someone steals your girl.]
[Don’t worry, we WF team will win the Fall Tournament’s championship.]
[A few peanuts and you’re this drunk? The championship will always belong to ST.]
[Pfft, Ye is already getting old, how can you stop someone from pursuing their own love?]

Ye: [Don’t worry, I’ll still crush you even if I’m in a relationship.]

The group chat fell silent for a moment, and then it exploded with even more messages.

[He admitted it.]
[He admitted he’s in a relationship.]
(Sister-in-law, where are you from, what’s your age, how did he even fall for you?]

The responses from the person involved made the group chat even more lively. Kuang Ye was among the first batch of players to join the league, and there wasn’t anyone in the group, old or young, who didn’t know him. In fact, everyone knew him well.

Kuang Ye couldn’t be bothered with them and reopened the screenshot from earlier. He subconsciously reached for a cigarette, but didn’t find one, so he ended up snapping a biscuit in half.

“What the hell, that’s my fiancée.”

He irritatedly ran his fingers through his hair, searched for O Lan’s photo and took a glance at it. Then, he opened the front camera to look at himself. After some thought, he concluded, “I’m a bit more handsome.”

Just as he was starting to relax, he remembered something and reopened the photo. He stared at O Lan’s somewhat innocent puppy eyes…

Kuang Ye: “…”

—

That evening, when O Lan, in gratitude for Mu Wan’s help, continued to carry her in the game, the person Kuang Ye had been trying to cling to for a while—”Wild God ‘Su You’”—logged in.

In front of tens of thousands of live viewers, the other player thanked O Lan.

“You’re the streamer who’s been carrying Wan in ranked? Wan mentioned you, thanks a lot.”

“…”

The viewers in the live chat saw through everything.

[He’s jealous.]
[He came to set the record straight.]
[Rivals meet and sparks fly, streamer, hurry, bite back.]

O Lan: “…”
He weakly typed in the chat box.

“Big Boss, I just turned 18 this year.”
“I’m really not here to steal your girl! Ahhhh!”