If Yan Chuan were a bit more sensitive, he might be able to tell that these two were trying to compete for his attention. But he usually didn’t pay much attention to such things, so he remained oblivious.
[Good evening! Wifey! I saw in other livestreams that they want to invite you to join them for a livestream!]
[Where’s Ke Li? Didn’t anyone from his team come to accompany Wifey today?]
[Trying to steal our home +]
[Wifey, did they invite you to join the team for the competition?]
Yan Chuan opened his microphone: “Yes, Ke Li asked me if I would go to watch their match.”
[Is Wifey going? I want to see Wifey in person, sob sob sob!]
[Although I would also go back for the competition, I just want to see Wifey in real life… But just thinking about the fact that Wifey is being invited by Ke Li makes me so sad, it feels like a precious vegetable has been bitten by a dog, heartbroken.]
[I’m so afraid Wifey will be surrounded by a crowd; if they’re already so fawning online, what will they become when they meet in person? A group of eager fans…]
[Will Wifey wear a skirt offline? That lucky guy!]
Yan Chuan thought for a moment: “I agreed to go.”
The livestream room erupted in commotion, with screens flooding with crying emojis, as if it meant Wifey was running off with someone else.
Yan Chuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, his face turning red from their comments: “Where do you even get that idea…?”
Not only would he meet with Ke Li, but he also had to find Qi Yan to meet up.
He wondered if others would think he was straddling multiple boats, being a bad cross-dressing streamer.
He was startled by his own imagination and awkwardly steered the conversation away.
“Also, there’s one more thing,” Yan Chuan thought of the invitation from Black Spade and hinted to the people in the livestream: “Currently, I’m considering collaborating with other streamers, but I haven’t decided who yet, just mentioning it for now.”
He was thinking of Black Spade as a possibility, but also wanted to see what kind of livestream they were planning, and whether he could participate, so he didn’t disclose everything right away.
However, the reaction in the livestream room was enthusiastic and warm.
[I told you, there must be some wild man trying to deceive Wifey!]
[I actually want to see Wifey meet her financial backer offline… It would be great to have them all together, creating a dramatic scene!]
[Let me guess which lucky person gets chosen by Wifey.]
[Wifey said so, so it definitely isn’t Ke Li, poor guy still holds hope for a meeting with her, let’s have a moment of silence… but I want to see it!]
Wednesday arrived.
When it was time for Yan Chuan and Ke Li to meet, he took a personal leave and quickly took a cab to the agreed location.
Before stepping out, he contemplated what to wear, but his wardrobe only contained plain long-sleeve shirts and pants, looking like typical work attire. The other options were given by Evan and Qi Yan, which he definitely couldn’t wear out in public.
Following the suggestion from the livestream, Yan Chuan opted for a cute little skirt.
The livestream had said:
[Wifey should wear a skirt, charm him into dying and keep pouring money into the rankings!]
[I’ve decided to surround her offline overnight, I need to see Wifey in real life!]
[I want to hide under her skirt and do something naughty!]
Of course, Yan Chuan didn’t agree for such reasons; it was because this offline competition would have many people watching. If he dressed in his work clothes, the possibility of being recognized would be significant. Moreover, he didn’t want his colleagues, especially Evan, to discover his side job.
He didn’t want everyone to know that, on the surface, he was an inconspicuous office worker, but behind the scenes, was a cross-dressing streamer.
With such thoughts, Yan Chuan changed into a short-sleeve top and skirt.
The hem of the skirt reached near his knees; it wasn’t too short, but when worn by him, it made his legs look slim and long, with a hint of rosy knees showing.
Yan Chuan had a small frame and was quite slender. His hair had grown to a medium length, with the ends curling and resting on his shoulders, and his delicate collarbone could be seen through the gaps in his clothing.
[Pure and innocent Wifey, she resembles the beautiful girl I would date from high school or university.]
[Whether as a beautiful wife or a charming streamer, Yan Bao has mastered both roles.]
[When I receive the Beautiful Wife identity card, I will skillfully navigate the world of love interests and fake husbands; when I acquire the Beautiful Streamer identity card, I will charm financial backers, can’t wait!]
[What a fortunate NPC, Wifey is dating you after watching the competition… I’m so jealous!]
After removing his thick-rimmed glasses and putting on a mask, he looked like a tall and thin girl in a skirt, albeit with a rather flat chest.
But it could be explained as underdevelopment.
Yan Chuan’s voice was soft and clear, and with a slight adjustment to his tone, there was no way anyone could discern his true identity from his voice.
He relaxed a bit, thanked the driver, and walked towards the building.
Passing by a flower shop on the corner, Yan Chuan thought for a moment, spoke a few words to the staff, and ordered a bouquet of flowers.
In front of the glass door, he double-checked his appearance to confirm that everything looked fine.
He made sure he appeared quite different from his usual inconspicuous office worker look.
“I’ve arrived,” Yan Chuan texted to Ke Li.
In the end, they decided that Yan Chuan would go directly to the parking lot under the competition venue, and then Ke Li would come out as a staff member to escort him in.
Ke Li responded promptly.
“Okay,” he replied, “I’ll come out now and take you to the audience seats.”
Yan Chuan waited in place for a while and soon saw someone coming out of the building.
It was a tall and handsome guy wearing a baseball cap, appearing to be in his early twenties.
Yan Chuan recognized that the person walking toward him was Ke Li.
Ke Li was quite willing to show his face in the livestreams and did not share Yan Chuan’s fear of being recognized; he usually used video during his streams.
Since Yan Chuan had streamed with him for so long, he clearly recognized Ke Li’s face.
He knew that Ke Li was good-looking, with a somewhat rebellious demeanor, his delicate features still retaining a hint of youthful innocence, but with a bad attitude.
Not only did he dye his hair platinum blonde, but he also sported a brow piercing, appearing as an enhanced version of a delinquent.
“Ke Li…?” As the person got closer, Yan Chuan greeted him.
As he approached, Yan Chuan noticed that the delinquent was pressing down the brim of his hat with his hand, his thin lips pressed tightly together, staring at him without flinching, looking somewhat nervous.