Looking at the streaming frequency, Yan Chuan seems to go live almost every day. Whether it’s after finishing work on weekdays or during his leisure time at his villa, he is constantly broadcasting.
Is he really that diligent?
However, when Yan Chuan streams, he appears somewhat shy and inexperienced. How could he possibly jump into live streaming every day after work?
Could it be due to financial difficulties?
Evan wasn’t quite sure. When he offered Yan Chuan a credit card or bought something, Yan Chuan always seemed to refuse.
Was it simply that he didn’t want money from his “sugar daddy,” or could he sustain himself with the income from his livestreams?
Evan checked the first video from the livestream, which was posted on the very night he met Yan Chuan.
A possibility formed in Evan’s mind.
With a serious expression, he started watching from the very first stream.
At the beginning of his first live session, there weren’t many viewers, and there were even some comments directed to unrelated people. Evan frowned as he noticed the negative tone in these unusual comments.
It wasn’t until Yan Chuan appeared in the livestream, nervously answering questions from the chat, that things changed.
He mentioned that he wasn’t a student anymore; he had graduated and was currently working. He was busy throughout the day and could only stream at night.
Evan’s mind was buzzing with his responses.
It all matched up; at the start of his streaming career, Yan Chuan was almost pitiful, facing harsh comments from some viewers for reasons unknown.
Although these viewers quickly disappeared, the chat became flooded with people calling him “wife” and “good boy.”
In the early days, the streaming room had very few fans, so the pretty little anchor even stood up before ending the stream, twirling around to show off her short skirt. She told the audience that if her follower count reached fifty thousand, she would wear matching sheer stockings.
Evan’s keen eyes caught a glimpse of an imprint on the back of her leg as her skirt lifted for a moment—it was the shape of fingers.
That marking was left by him.
Even though Evan had no idea that the pretty little worker was secretly an anchor, he was omnipresent in Yan Chuan’s livestream, leaving traces of his existence either through those imprints or the outfits he gifted her.
This realization provided a small comfort—at least Evan felt a bit less distressed.
However, the chat’s incessant tagging of a user named Keli made Evan furrow his brows.
Who is this?
He scrolled through the comments to find that Keli was a very famous large streamer with many followers.
The profile picture was of a silly-looking dog holding a rose. In the corner, the pet handed the rose to a person wearing a skirt.
The bio was a vague declaration: “I think he’s so cute.”
Evan felt something wasn’t right and began watching videos from this streamer.
He quickly discovered that Keli often collaborated with Yan Chuan in livestreams, even pinning their joint videos at the top of his profile.
As soon as he entered Keli’s livestream, it was all there, a show-off display.
Evan frowned deeply, feeling a very negative impression about Keli.
Was the “so cute” in the bio referring to Yan Chuan?
And with that profile picture, it was clear that he was an unashamed sycophant.
Evan despised such behavior.
Returning to Yan Chuan’s livestream, he opened the playback, determined to watch all the videos.
He wanted to see just how many more shameless fans like Keli were out there.
Evan ended up watching every single livestream from the channel “Little Rabbit Sweetheart.”
One after another, he kept watching even during his evening flight.
His assistant, standing behind him, didn’t dare to make a sound. Evan ignored him, fixated on the delicate figure on the screen.
When he finally finished the last video, the screen went dark for a moment.
Evan’s face was reflected back from the black screen.
His brows were tightly knit, and his lips pressed together, clearly showing his displeasure.
Evan was genuinely upset.
He saw a different side of Yan Chuan in the livestream. He was obedient and charming, wearing various outfits and softly conversing with his fans.
But Evan also witnessed many shameless men, like Keli.
This person was utterly brazen; during their collaborative stream, he mocked Yan Chuan for not playing well, yet had the audacity to pursue him afterwards.
He even pretended to apologize from a fake account.
Evan suspected Keli wasn’t sincere.
Yet Yan Chuan forgave him and continued to collaborate, even streaming alongside Keli’s teammates.
Holding back his anger, Evan soon noticed other men appearing in Yan Chuan’s broadcasts.
One was a masked man who refused to show his face, who streamed with Yan Chuan today. Another was a cool-looking guy who recently started appearing in the livestreams, frequently cooking for Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan also mentioned briefly that this newcomer was his neighbor and a fellow streamer.
Evan suspected this cool guy was the one who knocked on his door earlier, interrupting his video call with Yan Chuan.
Evan calculated.
Including the men frequently mentioned in the chat—the top three “husband candidates”—there were a total of five men.
And this was not counting Keli’s teammates.
The shy and demure pretty little worker transformed into a charismatic figure in front of these men, managing to maintain a delicate balance.
The one who most enjoyed subtly belittling others was Keli; his engagement level was the highest, and he was present in nearly every video of Yan Chuan’s.
Alongside him was his teammate, providing a comedic back-and-forth much like a comedic duo.
Their motivations were either to amuse the pretty little streamer or to subtly undermine each other.