O Lan: [Wan-jie, today’s stream made 30,000 yuan. The platform took 30%, leaving 21,000. I’ll split it with you—10,500 for each.]
Wan: [No need.]

O Lan had clearly prepared his message in advance. Before Mu Wan’s reply even landed, he sent over a long response.

O Lan: [Wan-jie, most of today’s donations were because of you. I’d feel bad if you didn’t take your share. Maybe 10,000 yuan isn’t a big deal to you, but it’s a token of my appreciation—please accept it!]

The excellent performance metrics from the stream were largely due to the professional players’ special attention to Mu Wan.

Wan: […Alright!]

After accepting the transfer, Mu Wan downloaded Weibo and searched for the post mentioned in the chat. It didn’t take long to find it, as it was trending.

The post was a confession by a young woman. She described herself as a college student who had fallen for a streamer. To support him, she worked part-time and sent him gifts during his livestreams. Over time, she became a familiar face in his community, added him on WeChat, and discovered they lived in the same city. They eventually met in person and began dating.

However, as the streamer’s income grew, his attitude toward her turned cold, and he even began to hit her. By then, she was already pregnant. One day, she checked his phone and found that he was cheating with a wealthy female streamer who already had a boyfriend. The streamer had told him that as long as he broke up with her, they could be together. Feeling betrayed, she confronted him in a rage, only to be beaten again. Not only did she lose the baby, but she was also left unable to have children.

She demanded that the streamer publicly apologize within three days or his face will be exposed and his career will be ruined.

Below her post were several screenshots of her chats with the streamer:

– “You’re a nobody. I only dated you because I had no better options. You’re just a free slut to me.”
– “Get an abortion, or I swear I’ll kill you. Are you trying to ruin my career?”
– “Baby, I’m sorry. I lost my temper. It’s just that my family is having issues, and I couldn’t control my emotions. But I really can’t afford to raise a kid right now. Please go to the hospital and take care of it, okay?”
– “You bitch, if you dare expose me, I’ll release your nudes. If I go down, you’re going down with me.”

The vile messages left netizens furious. Many demanded the woman reveal the streamer’s identity, but she did not respond.

That didn’t stop internet sleuths. Based on the details in the post—a young, good-looking streamer from the HW region, skilled at gaming, whose family was financially struggling but who suddenly became famous after being supported by a wealthy woman—they quickly zeroed in on O Lan. Adding fuel to the fire was the profile picture in the WeChat screenshots: a clear blue sky.

Soon, many comments under the post were asking if the streamer was O Lan. Some even outright claimed it was him, cursing him in the process.

But Mu Wan was certain the post wasn’t about O Lan. She had his WeChat contact, and his profile picture wasn’t a blue sky but a blue Stitch character.

After thinking for a moment, she took a screenshot of the Weibo post and messaged someone with a familiar “X” icon as their profile picture.

Mu Wan: [Help me find out who this streamer is.]*

She transferred 10,000 yuan along with the message.

The other party quickly accepted the payment and replied: [I’ll take the job.]

Moments later, she received an image and another message:

“This is the video path from last time you asked me to look into. Sorry, I got swamped and forgot about it.”

Mu Wan: “…”
If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve forgotten too.

Still, judging by the timestamps, the other party had found the information she needed in less than a minute.

So, she had spent 10,000 yuan on something that took them only a minute to uncover?

Sensing her silence, the other party felt a twinge of guilt and added:

“Next time, I’ll give you a 20% discount.”

“Deal.”

Regarding the “X” profile picture, it was someone Mu Wan had accidentally added in the past. Initially, she contacted them to buy some rare, out-of-print violin recordings by master musicians. Over time, however, she discovered their skills extended to hacking and other online sleuthing tasks.

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office at Su You Technology, a sharp-dressed man forwarded the message from Mu Wan directly to his department staff.

The employee who received it sent back a shaking chat window response:
“Boss, we’re a publicly traded tech company now, not a scrappy little workshop. Can we stop taking these low-tier jobs?”

“One quick move, 10K in the bank. Not even scammers make this much this fast—are you sure you want to pass this up?”

“A measly 10K? Deputy, are you out of your mind? I’ll take 5K.”

“…Hah.”

—

Mu Wan strongly suspected that the cyberbullying O Lan endured in her past life was closely tied to the Weibo post she had just investigated. Based on known events, the Paganini competition was scheduled for next year. In an interview, O Ruo mentioned her brother had passed away “last year,” which meant his death would occur this year. Since it was already October and no other scandals about O Lan had surfaced online, she felt confident this lead was critical.

The investigation went smoothly, leaving Mu Wan in a good mood. For the first time in a while, she did a full yoga routine. After breaking a light sweat, she headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

By sheer coincidence, Kuang Ye had just finished his training session with the team and returned home at the same time.

As Mu Wan stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, she locked eyes with Kuang Ye, who had just entered the doorway and was about to change his shoes.

Her skin glowed like polished jade, her flawless face was flushed from the heat of the steam, and her toes looked soft and pink. Beads of water lingered on her neck, slowly tracing their way down her skin, disappearing into the delicate cleavage between her chest…

Kuang Ye: “…”

He suddenly felt his throat go dry.