“This NPC has an eye for talent! Yan Bao really does have many husbands!”
“Ugh, I feel like without the NPC in the script, what should I do?”
“No thanks…” Under the puzzled gaze of his colleagues, Yan Chuan made up an excuse: “I saved it myself.”
His colleague’s expression changed to one of understanding.
She gave Yan Chuan a thumbs up: “You’ve got great taste, tonight my wife is wearing white thigh-highs!”
Yan Chuan: …
That sounds nice, but if the one wearing it isn’t him, it might be even better.
As long as you all are happy.
With his colleague’s approval, he even received a few small cakes.
But just as his colleague was about to leave with reluctance, she suddenly stared at Yan Chuan’s eyes, which were partly covered by his bangs.
“Huh,” she said, “why do I feel like your eyes are a bit like my wife’s…?”
Yan Chuan’s alarm bells rang, and he immediately shook his head: “No way, you must be mistaken.”
He swiftly changed the subject: “I think the team leader is coming, be careful not to get caught.”
His colleague hurriedly shrank back, feigning innocence as if nothing had happened.
Yan Chuan continued to drift off while working, even feeling that he shouldn’t be opening the live-streaming platform at his workstation.
Meanwhile, in the upper office.
The boss was in a meeting, and a new assistant secretly opened the live-streaming software, using her computer as a cover to rewatch last night’s broadcast.
That day, a streamer named “Little Bunny Sweetheart” exploded in popularity on the platform. In less than four hours of live streaming, she rose to the top of the newcomer list, gaining an unknown number of fans and comments, soaring like a rocket.
Viewers were initially puzzled by why they were being recommended a new streamer’s video on the homepage.
It wasn’t until they clicked in that they realized who “Little Bunny Sweetheart” was.
She was a beautiful young lady with a soft voice, appearing obediently in a sailor outfit.
Perhaps due to shyness, she wore a mask, only revealing a pair of round, bright eyes, with her bangs pinned up.
Out of nervousness, she kept greeting the chat and stammering through the questions.
During the live connection, she emphasized multiple times that she was a beginner at games and pitifully begged her fans not to blame her.
The assistant felt her heart melt!
Her new wife was so cute!
The assistant quickly sent a few gifts and cursed the gaming god, Corey, for being too close with her wife in the chat!
“Little Bunny Sweetheart” even thanked the fans who sent gifts, reading their IDs one by one; when she reached a particularly outrageous ID, she would blush and say thank you.
What a lovely wife!
The assistant, completely distracted from work, spent her day in a loop of watching the live stream.
Moreover, “Little Bunny Sweetheart” claimed that if the live stream’s followers exceeded fifty thousand, she’d wear white thigh-highs for them!
Short skirt teamed with white thigh-highs!
Witnessing the follower count swiftly climbing to over two hundred thousand, the assistant happily reviewed the screenshots she had taken.
“What are you watching?” A cold voice suddenly came from above, startling her into hiding the screen instinctively.
“Just checking messages…” The assistant saw her boss’s stern face and awkwardly lowered her head: “I clicked the wrong software…”
This excuse was obviously flimsy. She started to worry about getting reprimanded and braced herself: “I didn’t notice.”
Though she hadn’t been with the company long, she knew that their boss, an executive who had just joined, was not someone to be pushed around.
Now being caught slacking off at work, especially landing on a live-streaming platform… The assistant gulped, fearing she might get in trouble.
To her surprise, the boss merely glanced at her and said, “During lunch break, tell everyone not to come up; today’s afternoon meeting will be pushed back an hour.”
“Understood!” Professionalism kicked in, and the assistant nodded immediately.
The boss walked away, showing no intention of pursuing the matter further.
Confused, the assistant wondered what her boss was really up to.
Yan Chuan was once again brought to the upper office.
This time it was not Evan who took him, but another assistant he hadn’t seen before, who sternly called him out from his workstation.
The assistant informed him that Evan had invited him to lunch.
Considering the company’s excellent conditions, Yan Chuan, with barely five digits in his bank account, agreed.
It was a good opportunity to snag a free meal, and Evan’s meal standard was surely higher than that of regular employees.
The assistant closed the door after bringing Yan Chuan in, seemingly intending to keep even the outside assistants from coming in.
Yan Chuan studied the tightly shut door before choosing to enter.
Well, there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
As soon as he stepped in, Yan Chuan heard Evan say, “You’re here.”
He lowered his gaze and merely responded with a soft “hm.”
Evan then stood up and kindly pulled out a chair for Yan Chuan to sit down.
At this moment, he managed to appear charmingly polite, showing none of his perverse demeanor from yesterday when he was all over someone else.
Yan Chuan’s eyelashes fluttered, casting a light shadow on his snow-white cheeks.
The lunch was lavishly prepared, filling the entire table, far more than what two people could finish.
“Have this,” Evan offered a plate of sliced steak with eager gestures, “you can add a bit of this sauce.”
Yan Chuan took it, using a small fork to take slow, graceful bites.
He was eating slowly, feeling somewhat uneasy under Evan’s gaze, compounded by Evan’s continuous attempts to engage him in conversation.
Evan’s stare felt almost tangible; he barely even touched his own food, consistently trying to initiate dialogue.
He was natural in demeanor, remarkably caring, always handing Yan Chuan things that had been cut and prepared beforehand.
While this was convenient, Evan’s look felt almost flirtatious, gazing at him with deep intensity.
Getting used to such a gaze was not difficult; Yan Chuan sat up straight, a bit of sauce landing on his lips, which Evan wiped away with a napkin.
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