Yan Chuan knew this, but the script’s demands and the need to maintain his persona made it impossible for him to fully disclose his hidden identity to Evan.
However, lies grew like a snowball, becoming bigger and harder to manage. At first, Yan Chuan was just a newbie streamer with pitifully few fans, no one paid him any attention. Later on, he collaborated with various men, and now he found himself juggling Evan while also joining other men for romantic live streams.
There was more than one man involved.
Perhaps noticing Yan Chuan’s prolonged silence, someone outside rang the doorbell. The ordinary sound of the doorbell now felt like a death knell in Yan Chuan’s ears.
He nervously swallowed, gripping his skirt tightly, leaving creases on the otherwise smooth fabric, his fingertips turning white.
Lowering his head, he felt he shouldn’t have worn this outfit today. It was as if he were meant to stand before Evan, a reminder of what had happened that night.
It also implied that he was someone who could wear such clothes not only in front of an unlikable boss but also while being watched by so many people in the live stream.
Because he was very good at disguising himself, a little miscreant at heart.
“Here,” after a long contemplation, Yan Chuan finally sent that message, trembling as he opened the door.
Standing outside was Evan.
Yan Chuan stood at the doorway, slightly tilting his head to look at the tall man outside, nervously tugging at the hem of his skirt, his expression a mix of tension and apprehension.
His pale face lacked color, looking terrified as his eyelashes trembled incessantly, and his lips were bitten until they turned white.
Not knowing if it was because he was nervous or guilty, he wouldn’t meet Evan’s gaze.
“Are you not inviting me in?” the uninvited Evan asked first, his voice heavy: “Hmm?”
Yan Chuan felt like he was being scared to death by that tone of inquiry, both nervous and guilty, he nodded lightly.
Evan followed him into the room.
“Take a seat…” Yan Chuan almost bit his tongue while speaking, pointing to the sofa in the living room: “There’s a spot there.”
He himself stood at the round table, unwilling to approach the sofa, extremely alert.
On the table were a computer and speakers, the screen had been turned off in a conspicuous attempt to hide it.
After saying that, the pretty little worker obediently stood there, trying to cover up his anxiety with a compliant expression.
His slender legs were pressed together, knees bumping against each other, holding the skirt tightly as he accepted the scrutiny from the person in front of him.
This was a compliant demeanor he had never shown Evan before.
Evan didn’t know what kind of mood he was in as he sat down, but he could only conclude this.
The attitude of the pretty worker towards him was neither so good nor warm, always cold and distant. Occasionally, any semblance of trust displayed was something Evan had to painstakingly uncover himself.
There was certainly nothing like the compliance he was showing now.
“Still streaming?” Evan glanced at the bright screen, his tone neutral: “Didn’t you just have a live stream this afternoon? Don’t you need a break?”
Yan Chuan: …
In just one afternoon, did Evan already know when he streamed and when he posted videos?
He wanted to avoid answering the question, but it was clear Evan wasn’t going to let him off so easily.
The intense gaze bore down on him, forcing Yan Chuan to speak.
“No…” Yan Chuan replied in a whisper, almost inaudible: “It will end a bit earlier today.”
Originally, he just planned to finalize the candidates for the romantic live stream and discuss things in the streaming room. At most, he would solicit the other person’s opinion, having a small discussion.
There was definitely no plan of “getting caught by the boss and finding him at his door.”
“Really?” Evan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Yan Chuan didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded.
Noticing Evan was focused on the screen, Yan Chuan thought of shutting down the live stream.
Earlier, he instinctively turned off the video but forgot to mute the sound; the words they had exchanged could still be heard in the streaming room.
Seeing the comments was impossible, and Yan Chuan felt increasingly anxious, reaching out to press the shutdown button.
Yet Evan stopped him.
“No need to turn it off,” Evan explained amidst Yan Chuan’s hesitation: “Isn’t it strange to suddenly quit? Just leave it on.”
Yan Chuan was even more hesitant.
The video might have stopped, but the sound remained. For viewers in the streaming room to see him anxiously shutting down the video, running to answer the door, and now hearing this sound…
At that moment, Yan Chuan feared speaking out loud even more, worried Evan might suddenly say something strange. He could only nod subtly.
“Aren’t you supposed to be back late?” he clumsily changed the subject: “Have you finished your work?”
Evan nodded: “Finished, came back just to see you.”
Yan Chuan: …
Help, how was he supposed to handle this?
Not knowing what to say, Yan Chuan could only blink his eyes while looking down at the floor.
“Well, you…” he nearly ended up asking why he wanted to see him, but thankfully he swallowed the words back, refraining from asking a question he already knew the answer to.
Evan was definitely here to settle accounts.
Yan Chuan stared at the floor until he heard Evan’s voice: “I came to talk to you about how to participate in the romantic live stream.”
Settle accounts… No, participate in the romantic live stream?
The author has something to say:
The boss is preparing to compete with other men on stage; he has already fallen too far behind.
An additional update is being written (crying).
Chapter 56: Crossdressing Streamer 23
Shouldn’t it have been to settle accounts?
Yan Chuan doubted his ears a bit and cautiously raised his head. However, the handsome man sitting on the sofa, with long legs stretched out, wore an expression of subtle unexpectedness.
Yet his gaze was serious.
Did Evan see the votes in his streaming room, knowing he was participating in the romantic live streaming event, and wanted to join?