Volume One, Chapter 133: The Refined, Handsome Uncle
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Early the next morning, before Qin Yu went live, she suddenly received a call from Lu Jinyuan.
“Mr. Lu, may I ask what this is about?”
There was a brief silence on the other end, and the atmosphere felt somewhat heavy.
Thinking he had dialed the wrong number, Qin Yu was about to hang up when she heard his voice.
“Qin Yu, do you... like Lu Hualing?”
“Have you been drinking?”
Even through the phone, Qin Yu could hear the trace of drunkenness in his voice. Her lovely brows drew together.
Lu Jinyuan said nothing. He merely repeated the question. “Do you like Lu Hualing?”
“We’re only partners.”
She heard him let out a long sigh of relief. Then the call ended with a series of beeps.
Qin Yu: ???
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After preparing her equipment, Qin Yu suddenly felt as though something was missing.
“Where’s Lu Hualing?”
“Some man called him in the middle of the night. He left as soon as he answered and hasn’t come back.” Xing Qiao, who had little presence in the corner, finally spoke.
She had already changed into the new clothes they had bought: blue-and-black denim overalls. Her worn cloth shoes had been replaced with white sneakers.
Although she still looked dark-skinned, thin, and rather plain, at least she no longer appeared so shabby.
Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction. “I’m giving you your first task of the month.”
Xing Qiao straightened up and pricked her ears, trying her best to listen.
“Put on a little weight. Otherwise, people will think I’m exploiting child labor, which would damage my glorious and mighty reputation.”
Xing Qiao was dumbfounded.
She couldn’t be joking, could she? What kind of task was that?
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Qin Yu’s last two livestreams had attracted considerable attention, but what no one knew was that yesterday’s jumping incident was also connected to the mysterious person.
She had been live for some time, chatting idly with her viewers, but the mysterious person still had not contacted her.
Then Qin Yu saw a message:
“Master, can you help me? My daughter died unjustly! I hate myself for being unable to clear her name, yet I have to watch helplessly as her murderer enjoys the benefits she left behind!”
Qin Yu opened the woman’s profile and searched through it until she found her daughter’s Sprout account. The last post on the account had been uploaded a year ago.
As she gazed at the girl’s delicate, beautiful features, Qin Yu felt a stir in her heart.
She invited the mother to join her on mic.
Before long, an elegant woman appeared on the screen. She wore a dark-red cheongsam, glasses, and her hair loose around her shoulders. She had the refined air of a well-read lady.
With impeccable manners, she thanked Qin Yu repeatedly and promptly sent several “True Love Descends” gifts.
At the same time, Qin Yu noticed another request to join the call in the background.
She opened the user’s profile. She had seen that face before—in the deceased girl’s Sprout account. He was probably the girl’s husband.
He had arrived quickly.
Qin Yu accepted the request.
The screen split into three sections.
Qin Yu occupied the bottom, while the woman and the man appeared above her.
The man looked to be in his thirties. He had regular features, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried the air of a scholar.
Before speaking, he pushed up the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose with one hand.
“Master, I’m sorry. My mother-in-law is so consumed by grief over Lanlan that she’s become mentally unstable. Please don’t take her words to heart. I’ll take her away now.”
With that, he turned to the woman.
“Mom! Lanlan has already left us. You need to accept reality!”
“Wow! Handsome uncle!”
“Why are all the men and women in the master’s livestream so good-looking? How are ordinary people like me supposed to survive?”
“As a man, I feel kind of strange about this.”
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“What’s strange? You’re just jealous that he’s more handsome than you, aren’t you?”
“Heh, shallow! We men like looking at genuinely handsome guys too, all right?”
“For real? Or are you joking? /lewd/”
“Tell us more.”
“You’re all such perverted women, hahahaha.”
“Brother, I feel the same way. That motion when he pushed up his glasses was so deliberate, like he’d rehearsed it.”
“Oh, I can practically smell the sourness through my phone.”
“Miss, please calm down and be rational. /speechless/”
“Now that you mention it, I think so too. He immediately claimed that his mother-in-law was mentally unstable. Was he trying to make us distrust everything she said from the outset?”
“My God! That’s terrifying when you think about it! Sister, you’re so clever!”
“??? I just said the same thing! Is this gender discrimination?”
“Hahahaha, what the hell, gender discrimination?”
The woman shook her head vehemently.
“No! I’m not mentally unstable! What I said is true! My daughter died unjustly! I’m going to clear her name! The murderer is you! You unfaithful bastard!”
As she spoke, her emotions grew more agitated. Her eyes widened, and the hatred in her gaze was murderous.
“Mom! I know you miss Lanlan, but you can’t go around spreading rumors about me! I still have to work in the future. How am I supposed to live if you keep doing this?”
The man removed his glasses with one hand and casually tossed them onto the table, then rubbed the area between his brows with evident fatigue.
His eyelashes were very long, casting a dense shadow beneath his eyes. His tone was filled with helplessness, as though this had happened to him more than once.
There was no denying that the man’s outstanding appearance, along with the steadiness of his emotions compared with the woman’s, instantly made his words seem several times more credible.
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