“Yikes, my wife just exposed her identity and little hobby in front of an icy-faced cool guy.”
“It feels like I’m one of Yan Bao’s husbands. Let’s count… one, two, three, four, five… why are there so many men?”
“Well, I love watching beautiful cross-dressing streamers entangled with a lot of men.”
“I didn’t expect you to be a fan of my wife too. You look so serious, yet you’re secretly watching cross-dressing streamers’ live broadcasts, huh?”
Yan Chuan sat nervously on Li’s sofa with his palms clasped. He had just discovered that the neighbor he encountered was his fan, the one named “Li,” who had donated enough to rank third on the leaderboard. Yan Chuan had never felt the world to be so small.
His daily life revolved around a straight line – from home to work, with Evan picking him up on weekends to visit the villa. He met just a handful of people. But here he was, awkwardly and unexpectedly face-to-face with the third-ranked fan in his live stream, and even before meeting the other two people.
He was still holding the clothes that Qi Yan had sent him. Yan Chuan subconsciously tugged at the hem, wrinkling the fabric. “Would you like some water?” Li asked, bringing over two glasses and placing one next to him. “Room temperature.”
Yan Chuan nodded, “Thank you.” He held the cup, feeling the warmth against his palm, his fingertips trembling slightly. “You’re welcome,” Li replied, his demeanor still cool and unapproachable.
The apartment where Li lived was quite similar to Yan Chuan’s, with a comparable layout, but it had even fewer pieces of furniture. Li’s cold and aloof personality perfectly matched the sparse decor, clearly reflecting that he had never hosted guests before.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Chuan noticed Li sitting next to him. The soft couch clearly dipped where Li sat, which made Yan Chuan nervous. Moments ago, Li had assertively taken his package and returned it to his apartment before inviting him over. With the intention of salvaging his image, Yan Chuan followed Li to his home hesitantly, unsure of what to say, sitting quietly on the couch, his mind blank.
Li seemed to notice his anxiety. “Don’t be scared,” he said, his face still expressionless, but his words offering comfort. “I started following you from your first live stream; I didn’t expect to meet you here.” Yan Chuan nodded, staring intently at the shiny tiles.
When he received the task, he was still pondering how to contact the elusive third-ranked fan who rarely appeared in the comment section, and now he was unexpectedly meeting him right after returning home. It was an incredibly awkward encounter, completely catching him off guard.
Yan Chuan thought about the package lying in his apartment and blinked nervously. Thankfully, Li didn’t mention the clothes, possibly thinking they were necessary for his live stream rather than perceiving him as someone with unusual interests. Moreover… Yan Chuan pursed his lips, unable to guess from Li’s appearance whether he actually watched his live broadcasts at night.
Yan Chuan glanced at Li’s well-defined jawline. His brow and eyes were striking, his nose prominent, emanating a cool vibe when expressionless, giving off a frosty atmosphere that made one feel like they could get frozen just by standing too close. Yet, this cool, distant persona in private was actually his third-ranked fan.
This not only indicated that Li’s donations in the live stream surpassed many others, placing him in the third spot, but also that he didn’t miss any of Yan Chuan’s broadcasts. Li had made it clear that he had been following from the very first stream.
Yan Chuan’s thoughts wandered further away, drifting through memories. From awkwardly responding to fans’ questions in his inaugural live stream to reaching the required number of fans to put on stockings, and then being guided through gaming sessions at night with various men who brought him along…
Fans in the comments loved to ship him with all the men involved, even Evan, who hadn’t even shown his face yet. Every scene from his broadcasts flashed through his mind, and Yan Chuan felt the discomfort wash over him belatedly.
Messy as it was, he definitely felt uneasy when he first wore that sailor outfit for a live stream, as he had no actual liking for it. Although he had previously been forced to play the role of a “beautiful wife” in a prior script and wore clothes that weren’t his own, it was all for the sake of acting.
The new script placed even greater emphasis on the cross-dressing aspect since his character was defined as “an inconspicuous daytime worker who becomes a cross-dressing streamer at night,” focusing primarily on the latter.
Since he was a cross-dressing streamer, wearing women’s clothing was a prerequisite. Yan Chuan fully recognized this. Once he entered the storyline, everything was based on online streaming, conducted through screens. While the live stream might be lively, it consisted of a bunch of strangers who would never meet in person watching him.
Naturally, no one would ever discover that this unremarkable worker was actually a beloved streamer at night. The barrier of the internet and wearing a mask muted the discomfort he felt significantly, even easing him into relaxation while viewers praised him.
This led to an explosive burst of accumulated embarrassment when unexpectedly recognized by the third-ranked fan in real life. “You moved in a few days ago…” Li reflected, “My landlord informed me that a fellow streamer would be moving in.”
Surprisingly, he spoke more when it came to Yan Chuan, even taking the time to explain. Yan Chuan perked up, eagerly catching key information, listening intently. “What do you stream?” he asked, remembering he hadn’t seen any videos of Li on the platform.
He had only encountered the dealer “Black Spade” with whom he ultimately decided to collaborate on the homepage, so which category was Li in? Was he a gaming streamer, an outdoor streamer, or perhaps someone from a section he had never heard of?
Yan Chuan threw a curious glance at Li. Under his scrutinizing gaze, Li responded, “Mercenary,” his tone mild. “You could also understand it as a killer, doing some unspeakable work.”
Yan Chuan’s eyes widened in surprise.