Volume One, Chapter 46: Blood Spilled in the Live Broadcast Room

The next day.

Su Nianxin was nearing the end of the semester, with several important exams at school, so she left early in the morning. Qi Huairou was headed to the hospital and unexpectedly ran into Qin Yu, who had also risen early, so mother and daughter went together. The doctor reported that Su Jin's vital signs were all stable; after another day of observation in the ICU, if nothing unusual occurred, he could be transferred to a regular ward.

Qi Huairou finally let out a deep sigh of relief. "Doctor Zhao, please continue to take good care of my husband," she said, pulling a book out of her purse.

Doctor Zhao understood immediately, his chubby face breaking into a smile as he accepted the book, weighing it in his hand. In an instant, his expression turned obsequious. "Madam Su, don't worry, this is what we doctors are supposed to do."

Standing at the door, Qin Yu watched the man, feeling a newfound respect for someone whose soul shimmered with starlight.

Qin Yu then followed Qi Huairou into the ICU to visit the still-comatose Su Jin. Afterwards, the two left.

After Su Jin’s accident, many documents at the company were left unprocessed. As the second largest shareholder of the group, Qi Huairou stepped forward to serve as the interim acting executive.

After returning to the Su household, Qin Yu sat cross-legged in her room, eyes closed, cultivating. She meditated for two hours; the recovery of her spiritual energy was agonizingly slow.

Without live streaming, her cultivation was stalled.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Qin Yu started her stream right on time.

"Wife, you finally appeared! Do you know how I’ve been these past few days? It’s been like years!"

"I’ve waited so long, even the flowers have wilted!"

"Finally, you’re here!"

Brother Lei lit up his fan badge.

World-weary sent a little heart ×1.

Sister Juan sent a little heart ×6.

Common Folk sent 666 ×3.

...

As soon as she went live, Qin Yu’s stream was flooded with gifts.

In reality, Qin Yu’s face was a bit pale, but the Douya streaming app had built-in filters, so it didn’t show on camera.

"Thank you, everyone, for your support and gifts," Qin Yu began. As she spoke, several requests to join the stream popped up in the backstage panel, a few of the IDs looked familiar. Qin Yu, not wanting to complicate things, pulled several familiar IDs together and started a four-person stream.

The channel split into four: the top left was Qin Yu herself, beside her was Chen Hu, below was Fish Chips, and diagonally opposite was Shu Tiantian.

For convenience, Qin Yu only opened one person’s mic at a time, muting the others.

The first to speak was Chen Hu.

On screen, his face radiated contentment and joy. "Master Siqiu, I joined the stream mainly to thank you! If it weren’t for you, Yongzi wouldn’t have..."

"It was all Yongzi’s own destiny, nothing to do with me," Qin Yu interjected, stopping Chen Hu before he could say more.

Reminded, Chen Hu awkwardly slapped his own mouth. "Look at me, so clumsy!"

Beside him, Da Huang snorted and gently bit Chen Hu’s hand, stopping his self-inflicted punishment.

The moment Chen Hu saw Da Huang, a gentle expression softened his rugged face. He reached out and hugged Da Huang, eyes glistening with tears. "Da Huang, come here, thank Master Siqiu!"

Da Huang cooperated, letting out a loud howl toward the sky. "Woof woof woof woof woof woof!" (Thank you, beautiful sister!)

"When I see Yongzi’s dad, I think of poor Yongzi and feel so sad. Da Huang’s howl nearly sent me over the edge."

"Seeing Yongzi’s father walk out of his grief, I’m so happy for him. Yongzi’s spirit can finally rest."

"Yongzi was so pitiful in life. I hope he gets a good reincarnation next time."

"Yongzi’s dad, keep going! The future is bright!"

"I don’t know why, but watching Yongzi’s dad and Da Huang, it feels like seeing Yongzi and his father together again."

Qin Yu: ...

This batch of netizens had sharp eyes.

"Burp~"

A loud belch sounded overhead—Mu Ling made his dazzling entrance!

Qin Yu waved her hand in front of the air. "If your digestion’s bad, you shouldn’t stay cooped up at home all day. Go out and get some fresh air!"

Mu Ling rolled his eyes. "I’d love to, but the sun’s so strong I can’t even keep my shape."

Mu Ling stared at the phone screen in surprise. "I was wondering why your merit had diminished so much—turns out you gave it all to that dog?"

Qin Yu, a bit annoyed at being seen through, retorted, "Mind your own business, beauty."

Mu Ling laughed mischievously, slipping away before Qin Yu could hit him.

A human soul entering a dog’s body is always an act that defies the will of heaven. Xiao Yu, to fulfill Yongzi’s dying wish and protect him from the punishment of fate, gave all her accumulated merit to him.

Mu Ling secretly observed Qin Yu—no wonder she was the one who could sign a contract with him!

After sending Chen Hu off the stream, Qin Yu opened Fish Chips’ microphone.

After a few days, Fish Chips had grown gaunt, his jawline now clearly visible.

"I’m in Cambodia," Fish Chips said, dropping a bombshell.

"Dude, what are you doing in a place like that?"

"Brother, listen to me—if you lose a woman, you can find another, but if you lose your life, you lose everything. Come back now!"

"This feels like a big story’s about to drop; quietly watching the drama unfold."

Fish Chips had kept his head down, but now he looked up, red veins spidering through his tiny mung bean eyes. He stared at Qin Yu as if she were a criminal. "Bian Yingzi’s body is missing."

Qin Yu frowned. More than the news itself, it was Fish Chips’ accusatory tone that unsettled her. Still, she kept her temper in check and spoke as calmly as possible. "The dead cannot return, everything else should be left to the police."

"Hah! I listened to you and trusted the Cambodian police, that’s why Yingzi’s body is gone! If I’d rushed to Cambodia immediately, Yingzi would’ve been home by now!" Fish Chips was nearly hysterical.

"You’re being a bit ungrateful, aren’t you? If Master Siqiu hadn’t divined your streamer’s whereabouts, would you even know if she was alive? I get that you’re anxious, but that’s no excuse to lash out at people!"

"Exactly! I really don’t understand what Bian Yingzi gave you to make you so devoted."

"He looks like he’s in a really scary mental state."

Qin Yu looked at the desperate face of the man on the screen. In the span of a few seconds, she saw his fate—he was about to spill blood in the live stream.