Chapter 54: “Keep it for my future wife.”

This livestream lasted for an hour.

Li Huanhuan made her first appearance in the livestream. She first thanked her fans, apologized for taking time off earlier, then mentioned that everything was handled and she would continue streaming. She also picked out some questions from the comments to answer, and naturally, she showed off the stunning beauty of Cat Lord.

During the Q&A session, some small interruptions occurred.

Qin Shi got into an argument with viewers who commented “wife” in the chat. The dispute included, but wasn’t limited to:

Audience: “Wife, your voice sounds so nice~” Not Eating Hotpot, Only BBQ: “Is she your wife? Stop shouting randomly!” Audience: “Wife~” Not Eating Hotpot, Only BBQ: “This user, please use polite language!” Audience: “Wife, your voice is so nice, hugs~” Not Eating Hotpot, Only BBQ: “Stop randomly posting ‘hugs,’ this is sexual harassment.”

…

Qin Shi’s typing speed was so fast that he could handle 1 vs 50.

Soon, someone noticed him:

“What’s wrong with the Hotpot Boss? Why is he so angry?” “Didn’t you notice? The Hotpot Boss is only replying to accounts that shout ‘wife’!!!” “Wow~ what’s going on?” “Cat Lord just started streaming, and Hotpot Boss shows up? What’s going on?” “Where’s the usually low-key, calm and composed ‘Not Eating Hotpot’ Boss? Why has he turned into a ‘troll’?”

…

He wasn’t really trolling, but he did reply a lot.

Li Huanhuan, who was interacting with the audience, quickly noticed this.

What’s up with Qin Shi?

Although she didn’t like those accounts shouting “wife,” most of the audience in [Cat Lord’s] livestream were girls, and many of them were just following the trend without any ill intentions. Normally, if she ignored it, they’d stop. But now, Qin Shi was replying to each one, which might cause more trouble.

Li Huanhuan felt a little frustrated.

As expected, more people began noticing the “Not Eating Hotpot” comments:

“Has the boss been swapped?” “Cat Lord announced her temporary break after the anniversary event. I heard the platform invited top-ranked streamers to the event. Did Hotpot Boss go?” “If Hotpot Boss went, did they meet Cat Lord in person?” “Does anyone know if ‘Not Eating Hotpot’ is male or female?” “Who cares about gender? Doesn’t matter, it’s still fun!”

…

The chat tone shifted gradually.

Li Huanhuan, watching from behind the camera, felt nervous.

Then, Qin Shi replied to the comment about his gender:

Not Eating Hotpot, Only BBQ: “Male.”

“Ahhh! Hotpot Boss replied to me!” “Oh my God! Why did he specifically reply to this one?” “Boss, did you meet Cat Lord in person at the anniversary event?” “Did you meet her face to face?” “Is Cat Lord’s voice as soft as in the stream? Did you meet her in person?” “Boss, are you together now?”

…

The chat went from crazy to chaotic.

Li Huanhuan wanted to scream internally. She really wanted to report it! She wanted to message Qin Shi to tell him to “shut up” and stop replying in her livestream. But she only had one phone and was live, so she couldn’t switch or rush to room 150 to grab his phone.

Luckily, after replying to that comment, Qin Shi stopped replying. He just silently sent 10 yachts in the chat.

Li Huanhuan was left stunned by his actions.

It seemed like after the event where he had an issue, he hadn’t been quite the same—often saying strange things and doing odd stuff. Sometimes, Li Huanhuan even wondered whether he had hurt his foot or his brain.

After “Not Eating Hotpot” quieted down, the livestream returned to normal after going through the weird and chaotic phase. The audience’s attention returned to the stream itself.

But occasionally, people still commented on Li Huanhuan’s voice, curious about her relationship with “Not Eating Hotpot.”

At 9 PM, the livestream ended.

“Phew~” Li Huanhuan sighed heavily in front of her phone.

Buzz buzz.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Li Huanhuan hurriedly picked it up and found it was Qin Shi:

“Hey, sis, when are you coming over? I’ve already made the bed for you~”

What do you mean “made the bed for you”?!

Don’t make it sound so ambiguous!

Li Huanhuan was frantically complaining in her mind.

“Li Huanhuan, you’re not coming over, are you?” Qin Shi asked after not receiving a reply.

“…”

She really didn’t want to go over!

“If you don’t want to come here, I can go to your place,” Qin Shi said.

“No, thank you!”

Li Huanhuan’s mouth twitched, trying to maintain a smile. “I know the way myself.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting in my room,” Qin Shi said.

“…”

What does that mean?

Can’t he speak normally?

Li Huanhuan was losing her patience.

In the end, as they had agreed earlier, she washed up at home, grabbed her blanket, and went to Room 150 across the hall. Inside the room, Li Huanhuan stared blankly at the familiar big bed.

“I thought you said this was the guest room?” she turned to ask Qin Shi, who was leaning on his cane at the door.

Today, Qin Shi was wearing a deep black silk pajama set. The soft and thin silk highlighted his 188 cm frame, eight-pack abs, and long legs.

Li Huanhuan glanced once and quickly looked away, feeling like he could be a runway model for pajamas.

Qin Shi noticed her discomfort and leaned against the door, lifting his chin slightly: “Sis, I said ‘my bed is made,’ not the guest room bed. Do you think I can clean the room in this state?”

He pointed to his leg in a cast, looking innocently at her.

Li Huanhuan didn’t know where Qin Shi had learned such eloquence, or if he’d always been this good with words. For a moment, she couldn’t think of a rebuttal.

Finally, she had to admit she’d made a mistake. She shouldn’t have assigned the task of cleaning the guest room to someone with a leg injury.

“Then I’ll go clean it now…”

“Ah~” Qin Shi suddenly yawned in front of her. “No, I’m too tired. Li Huanhuan, I’m going to sleep. Don’t bother, just sleep, and we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

As we all know, yawns are contagious.

Qin Shi’s yawn made Li Huanhuan, who wasn’t sleepy before, feel her eyelids droop.

“Tomorrow again,” Li Huanhuan muttered, but still nodded. “Alright.”

She grabbed her summer blanket and walked towards the sofa in Qin Shi’s bedroom.

Qin Shi watched her walk away, a smile gradually forming in his eyes. He leaned on his cane and limped towards the big bed in the bedroom.

Thud.

The lights went out, and the room fell into darkness.

After adjusting to the dark, the outlines of the furniture began to emerge, and the view was no longer purely black.

Li Huanhuan lay on the sofa near the window, covered by the blanket, her hands neatly placed on her stomach. She looked at the blurry ceiling, preparing to sleep. Just then, Qin Shi’s voice came from the direction of the big bed.

“Li Huanhuan, are you asleep?” Qin Shi asked her.

“Yeah,” Li Huanhuan replied.

“So fast? Liar! You’re young, how can you fall asleep so quickly?” Qin Shi said.

“??”

Li Huanhuan’s brows twitched.

She felt like she had heard something similar before, almost like last night. Who was it who said they were sleepy and wanted to go to sleep? But thinking about how Qin Shi had encouraged her to stream again, Li Huanhuan opened her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Hmm?”

“About the livestream.”

Li Huanhuan continued, “I had fun tonight.”

Being able to continue sharing Cat Lord’s stunning beauty with the audience and receiving more goodwill made Li Huanhuan really happy.

But…

“Please don’t send me any more gifts.”

Li Huanhuan paused and said, “The platform takes 70% of the gifts, and it’s just not worth it. If you and BBQ can come, I’ll be really happy.”

Qin Shi didn’t respond.

Li Huanhuan thought he had understood, but just as she was about to close her eyes, he said, “If you think the platform takes too much, I can just send it to you via WeChat.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

The feeling of helplessness surged again. “What I meant was…”

“You can think of it as me having so much money, I can throw it away. Don’t worry about me saving. Even if I don’t send gifts, I’ll keep it for my future wife,” Qin Shi said.

“???”

Li Huanhuan froze.

Then, a painful expression appeared on her face.

What did that mean?

Why was Qin Shi’s speech getting harder and harder to understand?

“You…” she began.

“Are you sure you want to discuss my future wife with me?” Qin Shi’s voice started to get more excited. “If you insist, I can tell you my ideal type.”

“Please don’t—”

Li Huanhuan interrupted him, lips moving, but finally said, “I don’t want to know.”

Why would she want to discuss his ideal type?

With the way Qin Shi had been acting lately, who knew how the topic might end up? She didn’t want to lose her sanity with him.

“Oh, I see.”

In the dark, Qin Shi’s voice sounded a bit disappointed.

Li Huanhuan felt a tiny sense of guilt in her heart, wondering if she had rejected him too quickly, too bluntly. After all, this was a personal matter, and maybe Qin Shi had worked up the courage to share it with her.

Maybe he had relationship problems and wanted to ask her for advice, to use her as a relationship analyst?

She had rejected him so harshly. Would it hurt his feelings?

Just as she was wrestling with guilt, Qin Shi’s voice came from the big bed:

“Looks like you don’t want to hear about my ideal type. I won’t force you. But can you tell me about your ideal type? Li Huanhuan, since it’s still early, let’s talk about your ideal type?”

“What kind of guy do you like?”

…

“……”

Li Huanhuan froze.

She felt like all her guilt was misplaced.