The realization was tantalizing.
The photos were screenshots taken from the live stream, capturing a multitude of movements. For instance, the collar slightly drooped as she sat down, suggesting a flatness reminiscent of undeveloped chest features. When she adjusted her skirt, her delicate fingertips rested awkwardly on her knees.
There were also moments when she stood up to showcase her sheer stockings, her fingertips tucked into the edges, revealing a ring of indentations where the fabric clung to the roots of her legs.
What struck Evan most was the photo he first laid eyes on.
It was set against the background of his villa’s guest room. The familiar decor, even the wallpaper he had meticulously selected and reinstalled, including the curtains, were all arranged with careful consideration of his beautiful little employee’s preferences.
The very clothes in the photo were ones she had worn in front of him.
That little maid outfit not only highlighted her slender waist but also showcased her straight, delicate legs, even revealing a subtle leg band when the skirt was lifted.
Evan recalled how thrilled he felt at that moment, elated to the point of being lost.
He hadn’t looked in the mirror, oblivious to the expression on his face, but judging by his assistants’ reactions, they were likely stunned.
Their faces were contorted as if they might explode at any moment.
Evan couldn’t pinpoint his own emotions—caught in a limbo of feeling mocked and angered, predominantly lost in a haze.
The haze stemmed from the baffling fact that this beautifully independent yet stubborn little employee had a side gig as a female fashion streamer, parading an array of beautiful clothes for their viewers.
The assistants remarked that the little streamer treated each fan in the live stream warmly, obediently answering their questions, and would wear anything they requested.
Her demeanor was delightfully compliant, wearing whatever was desired?
He had never received such treated in the past.
Upon reflection, he remembered how initially, when he brought her to his office, he had been somewhat assertive, finally getting to touch the legs that he found immensely satisfying; afterward, he was merely led along.
No, Evan bitterly corrected himself; not even a dog was as obedient.
The beautiful little employee had always maintained a calm, detached attitude toward him. She rarely smiled at him, as if feeling guilt over his possessive actions.
Evan felt like he was playing the role of the ruthless tycoon, while Yan Chuan was the delicate flower he had forcibly taken a liking to.
The tycoon yearned to shed the bully image, attempting hard to transform into the ideal boyfriend, pouring all his effort into being a dutiful suitor. Unfortunately, despite his efforts, the delicate flower remained cold and stubborn, refusing any connection with him.
If he hadn’t been a bit forceful, he might not have seen even a glimpse of her on his day off.
Evan felt like his world was collapsing.
Like glass shattering completely, taking with it the heart he had only shared once in over twenty years.
He was no longer a successful man poised on the brink of love, but a lamenting husband, thoroughly tricked and mocked by a little rascal, only to have his heart followed by that same rascal.
Evan felt completely toyed with.
Even the kitchen in the private room was filled with an array of failed dishes he had tried to create following a video tutorial.
He had intended to cook for the choosy beautiful little employee, showcasing his culinary skills far superior to those of some neighbor.
Just moments ago, Yan Chuan had been video-calling him, her expression calm while asking when he would be back.
Was she deceiving him too?
Evan felt bitterly troubled.
He followed his assistant’s instructions, opening the streaming platform to search for the ID.
However, he didn’t even need to type anything in the search box because the video of the beautiful little employee he had been thinking about was prominently featured on the homepage.
The title read, “Pure Dealer, Online Dealing”.
The image showed the backs of two individuals, captured from behind. Their posture appeared to be very intimate, almost ambiguous.
Due to the angle, Evan couldn’t clearly see the person half-draped in the embrace of the tall man, merely catching a glimpse of a pointed chin slightly tilted sideways in embarrassment.
In addition, a snowy white shoulder was visible.
Also in the image was a pool table, with them holding cues, seemingly teaching how to play; however, the positioning was quite improper, clearly indicating that the man embracing her harbored not-so-pure intentions.
Evan stared blankly at the screen, appearing motionless, yet he was internally berating the man holding Yan Chuan.
That individual certainly didn’t seem like a good person.
His gaze lingered on the tall man, who wore a mask, reaching the firm conclusion that he could not be good-natured.
Anyone unwilling to show their face must have dubious character.
He must be the type skilled at charming and deceiving innocent little employees—otherwise, how could Yan Chuan be filming videos with him?
Evan clicked on the recommended video from the homepage.
It was a live stream replay, which had first aired mere hours ago… two and a half hours ago, to be precise.
It was the same time he sent Yan Chuan messages, to which she also replied.
It had happened today.
This meant Yan Chuan had been streaming with another man while also taking time to brush off his messages.
The realization further darkened Evan’s expression, turning a little green.
He felt akin to a middle-aged man, a hard worker who eventually discovered his beautiful wife being unfaithful at home.
Lividness radiated from him.
Evan wiped his face, striving for composure as he clicked into the live stream replay.
He seldom visited such streaming platforms and had never watched live streams before, but he was astounded by Yan Chuan’s live stream viewer count and popularity.
Her follower count reached six figures, with each video garnering hundreds of thousands of views.
Even the replay was being watched by thousands concurrently.
Evan: …
He clicked on the video from that afternoon.
Unfamiliar with the live streaming platform, he hadn’t closed the comments, which soon became the last straw shattering his defenses.
[Wife! My wife! my wife! Macros!]
[Wuwu, my wife is in a bunny girl outfit with a little tail, so white and small, I want to pinch it!]